Bai Yanliang could already confirm that the Jiang Li who ran away just now was the real Jiang Li.
It's not because, as he had told Li Yuejun earlier, Jiang Li's behavior was somewhat strange.
His suspicion about the "Jiang Li" on the sofa arose the moment the Jiang Li at the staircase appeared.
It wasn't because he could see through the real and the fake; in Bai Yanliang's eyes, when seeing an identical version of oneself, running away was the proper human reaction.
Clearly, that Jiang Li's reaction was very genuine.
So then, where has that Jiang Li hidden herself?
Now, she is incredibly, incredibly dangerous on her own...
"Miss Li, could you help me investigate something? I suddenly remembered there's a very important matter I need to attend to." Bai Yanliang smiled apologetically at Li Yuejun.
Li Yuejun was taken aback. She hadn't fully processed the implication Bai Yanliang had just revealed, that Jiang Li might be a "ghost," when she heard his request.
She stared blankly at Bai Yanliang and nodded instinctively.
Bai Yanliang approached Li Yuejun and whispered a few words. Her expression grew increasingly bizarre, yet she still nodded, though her gaze at Bai Yanliang was somewhat strange.
"Alright then, see you at six."
Bai Yanliang waved his hand and walked toward a corner without looking back. Li Yuejun watched his retreating figure, her face somewhat pale.
After all, the place he was heading to... was the emergency escape stairwell.
Staff Rest Area, Bathroom.
Zhang Wen's hair was disheveled, her face drenched, and the sink was filled with water. She was absentmindedly cupping water in her hands, letting it pour freely.
Zhang Wen stopped, turned her head, and suddenly smiled, saying, "Xiao Jiang."
Jiang Chaojie was her colleague, but not just any colleague.
This twenty-something young man had been pursuing her for almost a month.
But... there were things Jiang Chaojie didn't know, such as Zhang Wen had always been Ding Lei's mistress.
"Is there something you need?" Zhang Wen turned away, no longer looking at him.
"Sister Wen... actually I..." Jiang Chaojie's face was a bit pale, yet somewhat excited, "I actually saw... something about the boss lady..."
Zhang Wen's body stiffened, and she turned her head coldly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Jiang Chaojie, with a strange expression, seeming both fearful and excited, said, "I... I understand... Sister Wen, I know talking to you won't help, but... Sister Wen, you have to remember... I like you, I like you more than anyone!"
Jiang Chaojie left, and Zhang Wen watched his back silently until he disappeared around the corner.
Then she bent down, her arms stiffly scooping water to splash on her face.
Next, she looked down expressionlessly, quietly observing her blurred face in the sink.
However... the face in the sink wasn't her face at all!
It was another woman's... face bloated and pale, eyes filled with resentment...
Zhang Wen's mouth twisted into a grin, as if mad, reaching out to touch the face on the water's surface, softly saying, "Qiao'er, don't be afraid, sister will avenge you... Sister will definitely avenge you..."
Wu Jiayi was a waitress.
The one beside her, Zhang Xiaohong, was also a waitress.
"The boss lady has been missing for almost a week, still not found, sigh..." Wu Jiayi murmured while washing, speaking quietly.
Many people didn't know that the waitstaff at Ruyi Hotel had a two-and-a-half-hour rest period after lunch. As long as everyone kept quiet, they could do whatever they wanted. It was already quite a generous perk.
Of course, most people would spend these two hours taking a nap.
Wu Jiayi did so, and so did Zhang Xiaohong.
Upon hearing Wu Jiayi's words, Zhang Xiaohong seemed disdainful.
"Hmph, I say, it's good she's missing. That menopausal old woman's barren temper was vile, and if the boss said something was no big deal, but she caught it, you'd get a good scolding. Now that she's missing, our ears are quiet."
"Shh... don't talk bad about others behind their back..." Wu Jiayi raised a finger and whispered.
"You, you're just too soft." Zhang Xiaohong said, as she grabbed her towel and headed into her room, "I'm going to take a nap, see you later."
Wu Jiayi watched her disappear behind the door, and shook her head slightly.
At that moment, she inadvertently glanced at the mirror on the washstand wall and saw a shadow slip into Zhang Xiaohong's room.
Frightened, she quickly rubbed her eyes and looked toward Zhang Xiaohong's room.
Wu Jiayi murmured, feeling a chill all over, and hurried back to her room with her belongings.
Zhang Xiaohong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
Yet, it was September, and in Ying City, September was known for its sweltering autumn heat, oddly enough, lying in bed today, she felt cold all over.
Because of this, she not only turned off the fan but even covered herself with a thin blanket, but still felt a bone-chilling cold.
Zhang Xiaohong pulled the blanket tighter and finally realized something was wrong.
"Who soaked my blanket?"
She flipped over, sat up, and looked at her bedding in puzzlement.
From the blanket to the sheet, everything was completely soaking wet!
"Damn it, who did this! Who poured water on my bed! Don't let me catch you!" Zhang Xiaohong, in her thirties, with a fiery temperament, immediately pointed at the wall and cursed, not knowing who she was even scolding.
However, when she got out of bed and stepped onto the floor, there was a "splashing" sound.
Zhang Xiaohong looked down in confusion and was amazed.
This... what's going on?
Why... is there water all over the room?!
"Could it be a burst pipe?"
Zhang Xiaohong turned around looking everywhere for the source of the water.
However, after searching every corner, she couldn't find the source of the water at all.
Zhang Xiaohong began to feel uneasy.
This isn't right... I need to get out, I have to leave the room!
This thought arose in Zhang Xiaohong's mind, and when she attempted to move her feet, she discovered the strangeness of the situation.
The water underfoot felt incredibly heavy!
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Zhang Xiaohong panicked, fear spread like wildfire quickly consuming her heart.
"Wh... what's going on! Help! Can anyone hear me? Please, save me!"
The sharp female voice pierced through the walls, and in theory, should have been heard far and wide, perhaps by the entire hotel.
But... at this moment, the world was eerily silent.
Zhang Xiaohong shook all over, water droplets dripped down her thighs, this extreme bizarre situation pushing her to the brink of collapse.
Then, a drop of water quietly landed on her forehead, giving her a start.
She instinctively looked up towards the ceiling.
Her eyes widened, all color drained from her face, her throat croaked but no words came out...