From the time he got off the bus until he reached the company's office building, Wu Qi walked with a nervous heart, and it could almost be described as being on edge. Because in addition to the rumbling sound of cars and horses, there was also a faint footsteps mixed in the sounds he heard.

  The footsteps sounded very light, but they were extremely unreasonable and not covered by the surrounding noise. This also gave him a hallucination that something had been following him all the way.

  Wu Qi never believed in supernatural things, so after he calmed down a bit, he thought that everything he encountered on the bus was just an illusion caused by work pressure. As for the mud on his shoes, he thought it was because he accidentally stepped on it before getting on the bus. Although these explanations were a bit far-fetched, at least they fell within a normal category.

  Looking at things from a different perspective, his mood did indeed ease up considerably. Even the footsteps closing in behind him seemed to have become faint and distant at this moment.

  "It's really me being suspicious and paranoid."

  He silently told himself that Wu Qi should stop daydreaming and immediately forgot about the matter. When he arrived at the company building, he didn't rush to go in, but instead looked around as if waiting for someone, glancing back and forth.

  Just as he was about to give up and turn around to walk into the company building, a figure with a lot of style walked into his line of sight.

  "Unlimited!"

  Wu Qi was taken aback, clearly not expecting the other party to greet him first. Surprised, a smile also appeared on his face as he replied warmly:

  "Good morning, Little Shuang!"

  Soon, Cheng Yujian arrived by his side. Thinking of their disagreement yesterday, Wu Qi asked tentatively:

  "I'm really sorry about yesterday, I said something that made you angry. Do you have time after work? If so, I'd like to invite you out for a meal, just to catch up and make amends."

  "Great, it just so happens I was looking for you today."

  Wu Qi didn't think much about the meaning of this sentence and thought that Cheng Wushuang also planned to find himself for dinner today, so he also smiled and echoed:

  "I'm truly honored, if you don't mind, let's exchange phone numbers and I'll give you a call once I've booked the restaurant."

  "No problem."

  After exchanging phone numbers, the two of them walked into the company laughing and chatting. Along the way, they naturally attracted many puzzled glances from people around them. However, Wu Qi didn't mind at all because Cheng Wushuang was a manager in the company, while he was just a small employee. It was normal for others to give them that kind of look, after all, no one knew their true relationship.

  Tong Cheng Wuduan separated, Wu Qi couldn't help but reveal his joy as he arrived at his post. Seeing him so happy today, a colleague who was relatively close to him jokingly asked:

  "Look at your smug face, don't tell me you won five million?"

  "That's not it, but it's also something worth being happy about."

  "Did you win one million?"

  "Stop it, personal privacy, don't pry."

  Wu Qi regained his composure and put all his energy into work. As the saying goes, "When one encounters a joyful event, their spirit is refreshed." Therefore, his work efficiency was exceptionally high today, and he quickly completed the tasks at hand.

  He glanced at the time and found that there was still some time before lunch break. With nothing to do, he suddenly remembered what he wanted to say when eating with Tong Cheng Wudao. Their common topic was only their brief childhood. What if they finished talking about this topic? Then what would they talk about next? Ask about each other's recent situation and plans for the future?

  As he thought about it, he suddenly felt that the two of them were now so strange to each other. The span of more than a decade made him know nothing about the current Cheng Wushuang. This was almost like two strangers sitting together for dinner, so he decided to ask his colleagues first, so as not to be too embarrassed during dinner.

  He poked his head out of his own office and knocked on the partition door, asking his colleague inside:

  "Zhang Chuan, how long have you been working here?"

  Zhang Chuan was the first colleague he met after coming here, and although they had only known each other for less than three days, the two of them got along pretty well because of their shared interests.

  Zhang Chuan was busy beyond measure, and besides, he asked such a boring question, so he replied without even turning his head:

  "It's been three years, what brings you here?"

  "It's nothing, just asking how much you know about our Director Cheng? Is she married?"

  When Wu Qi asked who he wanted to ask about, it was Cheng Wushuang. Zhang Chuan immediately became interested and no longer took care of his work at hand, busily turning his head to answer him:

  "It's said they're not married, but nobody knows if they really are or not. What? You have an idea?"

  When Zhang told him that Cheng Wushuang was unmarried, a vague image suddenly appeared in Wu Qi's mind, which was of a child climbing onto Cheng Wushuang's back.

  He thought of that child again, and suddenly the familiar feeling he had when he saw the child yesterday surged up in his heart. Especially now, as he thought back on it, this feeling became even clearer. Just as he was about to think of why he felt so familiar, Zhang Chuan suddenly interrupted him:

  "That woman is beautiful and capable, but I advise you not to have any ideas about her."

  "Why? Didn't you say she wasn't married?"

  "Think about it, she has both ability and looks, why isn't she married yet? Do you really think it's because her standards are too high?"

  Wu Qi did not express his opinion, but instead continued to ask:

  "Do you know why?"

  "Alright, but I also heard it from someone else, I can tell you, but you're not allowed to tell anyone else."

  Zhang Chuan suddenly became mysterious, Wu Qi curiously nodded:

  "No problem."

  Having obtained his affirmative reply, Zhang Chuan leaned close to his ear and whispered:

  "She actually has a nervous disease."

  "It's impossible!"

  Wu Qi involuntarily shouted out loud, which also startled Zhang Chuan, who quickly covered his mouth:

  "Keep your voice down! This is true, she really has a mental illness. Her secretary told me this, do you still remember the child she brought yesterday? You know what? She said that child wasn't even brought by her, and also said that she couldn't see the child at all because of this matter, and got inexplicably furious, scaring herself so much that it's just like she really can't see the child."

  Isn't that just talking nonsense with one's eyes wide open? But if it were you, would you say something like that? Which normal person would talk such rubbish and get a fever blister? Haven't you seen she didn't come to work today? I reckon she's in hospital with an illness.

  Cheng Wushuang's behavior yesterday was indeed not quite normal, and she even wondered if her colleagues were playing a prank on her, deliberately making up a non-existent child to scare her. Later, when she asked tentatively, Cheng Wushuang immediately denied it and stormed off.

  She seems really unable to see that child.

  This idea gave Wu Qi a fright, and he hastily shook his head hard, throwing the thought to the back of his mind.

  "It was probably her secretary Hu who said that. And how can you say she didn't come to work today? I clearly came with her."

  Wu Qi helped Cheng Wushuang to mediate, and it was common for colleagues to frame each other in the company, so he didn't take it to heart. But Zhang Chuan obviously believed it deeply, and again denied him:

  "Stop making things up, you came with her, how come I didn't see?"

  "Believe it or not."

  He didn't bother to continue chatting with Zhang Chuan, dropped a sentence and returned to his own workroom. Zhang Chuan was dissatisfied and pouted, then continued working on the task at hand.

  Wu Qi leaned back in his chair, and after sitting quietly for a while, he suddenly started to feel anxious, partly due to Zhang Chuan's words. However, this influence was only one aspect, and more importantly, he thought of today's encounter on the bus, which felt somewhat similar to Cheng Wushuang's experience yesterday.

  To stop his weird thoughts, he turned on the computer again and planned to book a restaurant for dinner.

  Zhang Tianyi had been waiting in front of the computer since last night, waiting for the first deceased to appear. Although Xin Yan did not foresee the victim of this incident, it does not mean that they cannot investigate, in fact, wanting to know the identity of the victim is not a difficult task.

  The demons will definitely take action to kill people, so it's possible that the bodies of the victims will be found and the police will intervene to investigate. In this way, they can find out the identities of the victims by invading the public security network.

  So identifying the victim's identity is their first step in investigating this case. Only by clarifying the victim's identity can they determine the next action plan.

  Xiao Mo had naturally thought of this, but after all, he wasn't a computer expert, so such things could only be left to Zhang Tianyi to do. As for them, apart from gathering together to wait for news, they could only choose to go back to their rooms and sleep.

  Li Shuai didn't have Xiao Mo's patience, and after waiting for a while, he lost interest and left with a humph. However, as soon as he left, Zhang Tianyi made a gain.

  "This deceased person should be the victim of the incident."

  Upon hearing Zhang Tianyi's words, Xiao Mo and Zou Rong Fashi quickly walked over. The deceased was a woman named Cheng Wushuang, who worked as a senior manager at an IT company. Her body was discovered by a courier in her home, with the estimated time of death being around 10 pm.

  After learning the identity of the victim, without Xiang Tianyi's instructions, Xiao Mo returned to his room to prepare. Apparently, they would be heading to the company where the victim was located next.

  On the other hand, Lao Gao had been investigating secretly all along. When he inquired about the victim's identity information, his body suddenly trembled.

  Although the photo of Cheng Wushuang is somewhat different from his memory of her youthful face, it must be her. What confirms this for him is Cheng Wushuang's ancestral home - Qingfeng County.

  Because it is also his hometown.