As they left the scrapyard, the old man’s curses echoed in the courtyard, aid at the dog that wouldn’t stop barking while Jiang Qingluan and the others were asking questions.
"You useless mutt, what’s the point of keeping you! You’re not even as good as that idiot Old Guai, barking away! I’ll... I’ll let you bark!" The sounds of a thrashing ca from the courtyard, suggesting the old man was teaching the dog a lesson.
Returning to the factory’s main gate, Yang Xiao and the other three squeezed through the gap in the broken iron gate. The factory was deserted and dilapidated, clearly abandoned for a long ti.
The ground was overgrown with weeds, but kicking them aside revealed old bricks beneath, once red and green, now heavily faded.
It didn’t take long for them to find workshop 7. It was easy to locate because it had almost been reduced to ruins by a large fire.
Seeing it like this, the disappointnt was palpable among them. After all, with the place burned down like this, any clues left from that ti would have been destroyed.
The machines inside had also been dismantled and scattered, with anything usable taken away long ago.
Munan took out a camcorder and boldly entered, but even after making a round inside, the camcorder showed no signs of anything unusual, remaining switched off.
"How is it?" Yang Xiao asked.
Munan shook her head, putting down the camcorder. "No go, no response."
"Maybe the ghost isn’t here, or maybe... it’s a matter of timing. We can only wait for the ghost to show up during the day," Jiang Qingluan speculated.
But whatever the case, staying here wasn’t a good idea. They decided to leave for now.
Just as they squeezed through the gate, Munan’s phone rang, and everyone’s heart leapt into their throats. Munan reacted quickly, retrieving the camcorder she had just placed back in her bag and gripping it tightly.
Giving a look to Yang Xiao, Jiang Qingluan, and Chen Nang, the three slowly scattered, leaving Munan standing alone.
The phone displayed a call from their office, but Munan knew very well the caller was more likely a ghost.
The reason was simple: everyone knew she was the one most at risk today, so any ssage would have been directed to Jiang Qingluan.
After Zhou Mingxiao’s death, his phone had passed to Chen Nang, and before leaving today, Chen Nang had handed it over to Jiang Qingluan, mainly for staying in touch with Xu Yan from the props company.
anwhile, Jiang Qingluan’s phone was left with Zhang Jianjun.
Thus, the four who stayed behind had one phone plus a mobile, while Yang Xiao’s group carried two mobiles.
Before the call was about to be automatically disconnected, Munan took a deep breath and answered, imdiately hearing Shu Shuang’s tense and excited voice on the other end, "Hello, is that Munan? We got in touch with a client here. It’s such a coincidence; he’s from Japan!"
Shu Shuang’s voice was vivid and lively, the tone so genuine, even ingratiating: "This client knows about the ’Yinren’ concept. It’s a paranormal legend from Japan. Hello, hello? Are you listening?"
Realizing Munan wasn’t speaking, the voice on the other end questioned, filled with confusion.
With a "click," Munan hung up. It was so fake.
She was almost certain it was the ghost on the other end. In the office, there were four people, and it couldn’t possibly be Shu Shuang, the half-newcor, who called her.
Additionally, Liu Yang and Zhang Jianjun weren’t fools. With them around, they would certainly choose to call Jiang Qingluan instead at such a critical mont.
Interfering at this ti was an incredibly foolish act, as any misjudgnt would lead to big trouble.
After Munan hung up, Jiang Qingluan imdiately called Zhang Jianjun, but as the call connected, everything was overturned again.
There was so background noise on Zhang Jianjun’s end, like he was at the roadside, and upon hearing that Shu Shuang had called Munan, he was livid.
He told Jiang Qingluan that the Shu Shuang was likely genuine and the information she provided was real, which they had gathered while eting clients with Liu Yang.
Indeed, they had contacted a Japanese client who explained the origin of the "Yinren" legend. Midway through, they had called the Shu Shuang left at the office to ntion this matter.
But unexpectedly, the fool, eager to take credit, made the call first, and even directly to Munan, causing a misjudgnt.
They had just sent off the Japanese person minutes ago, preparing to call them about this, only to find soone had beaten them to it.
Shu Shuang wasn’t stupid. She knew relying on people like Zhang Jianjun and Liu Yang was pointless; to survive, she had to cling to another group. But she also wasn’t smart, failing to realize her actions could cause a misjudgnt.
"Damn it, I’m going to break her legs when I get back!" Liu Yang’s roar ca from the other end.
"Calm down, first tell the whole thing clearly," Jiang Qingluan said, annoyed but taking a deep breath to steady himself.
After all, clarifying the intelligence was paramount; punishnt wasn’t the goal, just a ans.
"Here’s the thing, today Liu Yang and I went out for business dealings, initially planning to just go through the motions, but unexpectedly, the client was from Japan. We asked if he knew about the movie ’Yinren,’ and he showed interest, saying there are many films and stories related to ’Yinren’ in Japan."
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