Codename: Hearse

Wang Ye plugged in the USB drive.

A mysterious website called 'Ling Mi' popped up on the computer.

News headlines appeared before Wang Ye's eyes one by one.

"A level B spiritual event broke out in Feng Tian district, Lin An city last night. Code name: Ghost Taxi."

"Its appearance was an ordinary taxi."

"Everyone who got on that taxi would die."

"Every time it claimed a life, the number of Ghost Taxis increased by one."

"When it was first discovered, there were already over a hundred Ghost Taxis driving around the city."

"The dead would become drivers and spread it extensively."

"Currently, a team of espers has been dispatched to resolve it, but the original taxi that started it all still can't be located."

Ghost Taxi...

Wang Ye pondered for a long time, constantly recalling memories from his previous life.

In his previous life, he was still just an ordinary high school student at this time, and had little contact with supernatural events, let alone heard of this Ghost Taxi incident.

But it should have been resolved later on.

Otherwise, with that rate of spread, it couldn't have been covered up.

Without looking at other news, Wang Ye typed 'Suburban Cemetery' into the search bar and waited silently for the results.

What made Wang Ye frown was...

There was not a single piece of information about the Suburban Cemetery on the computer.

Could it be that even now, Heaven's Organization still hadn't noticed anything unusual about that place?

Wang Ye was certain that ghosts had already come out of that cemetery. It was impossible for there to be no signs at all.

And that old man...

Was he human or ghost?

All these mysteries kept troubling Wang Ye.

He was eager to uncover the secrets of the Suburban Cemetery. It was only through that bizarre graveyard that he could guess part of the postal service's motives.

Just then...

The mobile phone next to him suddenly rang.

Seeing the unfamiliar number, Wang Ye answered the call.

"Heehee, you're the new operator assigned to me, aren't you~"

A rather adorable female voice came through the phone.

"Zhou Han?"

Wang Ye pondered briefly before asking.

The work assignments had just been handed out that afternoon, and she was already calling him that night?

Wang Ye suddenly realized this job seemed rather busy.

"You call me Zhou Han too?"

Suddenly, the originally cute voice on the phone turned angry and cold, "Call me boss!"

"......"

"If you keep being so boring, I'll hang up."

Wang Ye spoke somewhat speechlessly. While it was true many espers weren't quite normal, ones this eccentric were still rather rare.

"Heehee, little brother, are you talking to me?"

Zhou Han's voice became adorable again as she cheerfully said the most terrifying thing, "Do you want to die~?"

"Believe it or not, I'll twist your head right off."

"Then put it back on backwards."

"And hack off your arms and legs too~"

Wang Ye's expression didn't change at all as he silently hung up the phone.

Sure enough, a mad woman.

He had always kept his distance from problematic types like her.

The phone rang again very soon.

"Say it."

Answering the call, Wang Ye spoke flatly.

The other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, seemingly unable to believe someone had actually dared to hang up on her.

After several seconds...

"You've suddenly piqued my interest now."

Zhou Han's somewhat deranged voice rose, "But before that, look up all the information on the Ghost Taxis for big sis here."

It seemed Zhou Han was trying to restrain her anger over the phone.

Clearly, she wasn't having much success resolving the spiritual event Wang Ye had just read about.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be suppressing her anger and getting Wang Ye to look up information for her.

"Alright."

Wang Ye maintained his usual flat tone as he searched for news about the Ghost Taxis online, "Ghost Taxi, level B spiritual event."

"Broke out three days ago."

"Address: Yonghe Street, Feng Tian District, Lin An City."

"Current known murder pattern: getting in the taxi."

"Other murder patterns still unknown."

"Source unknown."

"Current known death toll: 140-150 people, representing the number of Ghost Taxi clones, currently around 150 vehicles."

"That is all the information available so far."

Wang Ye swiftly summarized all the useful intelligence from the dense materials on the computer and relayed it accurately.

"Got it."

Zhou Han was silent for a few seconds before speaking coldly, "Since you're pretty efficient, I'll just twist your head off."

Wang Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Where did this freak come from?

One moment a cute loli, the next an irritable spitfire, and now an ice queen.

But her words, veiled or not, were about twisting his head off.

Simply tiresome.

In Wang Ye's opinion, the time spent on this nonsense could have been used to analyze numerous clues from the scene already.

Foolish.

Thinking so, Wang Ye decisively hung up the phone.

Just three seconds later, the phone rang again. Following protocol, Wang Ye answered.

"Looking to die..."

Sensing no proper business, Wang Ye hung up.

The phone rang again.

"Don't make me..."

He hung up.

"Pissing me off..."

And again.

"You bastard!!!"

As if afraid Wang Ye would hang up, Zhou Han roared at an extremely rapid pace.

"Oh, anything else?"

Wang Ye's voice remained as calm as always.

"I just wanted to tell you, I get to hang up, not you!"

Having said that, Zhou Han hung up the phone.

...As expected, pointless...

And threatening to hang up while handling spiritual events, really a good idea?

Wang Ye silently criticized in his heart, then seriously browsed the spiritual event codenamed Ghost Taxi.

The information showed this event broke out 3 days ago.

A middle-aged taxi driver suddenly collapsed and died while resting at the roadside.

Then, surveillance footage showed the dead taxi driver suddenly sitting up and driving off in his taxi again.

Afterwards, everyone who got on that taxi would die within a short period of time. Cause of death: sudden death.

Next, at the place each victim died, another identical taxi in appearance, license plate, etc would appear.

And the previous dead victim would bizarrely manifest in the new taxi as the driver.

Fortunately, so far only around 100 people had died in three days. As long as they avoided getting in taxis, the death toll could hopefully be contained.

Suddenly, the information updated.

Wang Ye's expression became grave, his gaze solemn.

The latest information showed...

The Ghost Taxis had developed a new murder pattern - running over pedestrians to form new clones.

Was it the ghost's potential for growth?

Or just random chance!

Wang Ye sank into contemplation. If car crashes were included, the death toll would skyrocket horribly.

The situation seemed to have taken a serious turn.

Just what needed to be done to turn this around?

Wang Ye closed his eyes and sat before the computer, lost in thought.

After a long time...

Wang Ye opened his eyes, a trace of a smile emerging at the corners of his mouth.