A document arrived in Shen Cang’s hands, it was the art teacher’s file.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Boss, I’ve just received news that the art teacher was in a car accident and has died."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Cang frowned deeply.
Everything seemed too coincidental, they had just started the investigation when the person was already dead.
It wasn’t hard to suspect that this was an escape trick.
The phone rang again; this time, it was Mo Haihao calling.
"Boss, something strange is going on with the case here, I suspect it’s a trap—beep beep beep..."
"Three! Mo Haihao!" Shen Cang suddenly stood up.
Shen Cang’s gray hair spread out, a strand fell to the ground as he closed his eyes, then sat back in his chair like a stone statue.
Hua Jinyan hurried forward, reaching out to push Shen Cang but was repelled by an invisible barrier.
Hua Jinyan took out his cellphone to call Little Taotie, but couldn’t get through; he then tried calling Mo Haihao, but couldn’t reach him either.
On the other side, Mo Haihao put down his phone, his expression serious, "The signal has been cut off."
Little Taotie stared at the talisman on his forehead and the immobile Little Ghost, then shoved two more pieces of chocolate into his mouth, puffing his cheeks out.
Mo Haihao looked at Little Taotie, who was carefree and eating chocolate, and remarked, "Ignorance is bliss."
Little Taotie mumbled with his mouth full, "What happened?"
Mo Haihao hesitated, wondering whether to tell her or not.
Suddenly, Little Ghost screamed, "They’re here! A terrifying master of mysticism is coming!"
Following Little Ghost’s gaze, Little Taotie and Mo Haihao looked towards the hospital entrance.
A person wearing a ghost mask, dressed in a black cloak, and holding a compass walked slowly towards them.
Little Taotie pointed at the ghost mask, "That’s my mask!"
This mask was the same as the one Little Taotie had bought at the haunted house, only it had later ended up in the underground cabin.
The Ghost-faced Person let out a bizarre voice that sounded both male and female, both elderly and childlike, "Interesting child, how about you come with me to an interesting place?"
Mo Haihao recognized that this voice, played back on a large curtain after Little Taotie and Hua Jinyan were taken away in the haunted house, was exactly the same!
This time, he would never let this person take Little Taotie away silently again!
Mo Haihao stepped in front of Little Taotie and pulled out a stack of talismans from his bag.
The Ghost-faced Person sneered, blowing on the compass.
The talismans in Mo Haihao’s hands suddenly burst into flames!
Mo Haihao burned his hand, pressing on the wound while keeping a wary eye on the Ghost-faced Person.
"Trifles," the Ghost-faced Person scoffed.
When masters engage, a single move determines the outcome.
Mo Haihao realized he was no match for him, and the most important thing now was to get Little Taotie out of there.
Mo Haihao took out a glass bottle from his bag which contained a white hair. It was given to him privately by his boss after a close call on a mission last week.
The pupils of the Ghost-faced Person constricted.
The moment Mo Haihao opened the bottle, the Ghost-faced Person turned and ran, disappearing in an instant.
As the bottle cap opened, the white hair drifted out and transformed into a person.
"Head Grandpa?" Little Taotie paused his chocolate eating, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the suddenly appearing person, then glanced down at his feet.
Little Taotie suddenly covered his eyes, saddened, "Head Grandpa, how did you die? You’ve become a Ghost!"
"Don’t be sad, the boss isn’t dead," Mo Haihao chuckled, shaking his head as he patted Little Taotie’s head, which felt very soft under his hand.
Little Taotie’s fingers parted, revealing watery eyes misted with tears as he sized up Shen Cang in a quiet voice: "Isn’t he floating? Isn’t he a Ghost?"