Wang Ye's expression turned cold as he walked in silently with a boning knife in hand.
On the living room floor was a pool of somewhat dried blood.
It seemed some time had passed since it was spilled.
The sofa was completely ruined, practically torn apart down the middle.
The walls were covered in scratch marks.
Little Si stood silently in the corner with specks of blood on his hands.
Seeing Little Si, Wang Ye's expression grew even more solemn.
On Little Si's cheek was a scratch mark, oozing droplets of blood as if sliced by a sharp object.
Although Little Si's abilities were almost completely sealed, just his physical strength alone made him one of the top existences in the entire Upper Capital City.
Yet this intruder...was actually able to injure Little Si...
Wang Ye took a deep breath, gripped the boning knife tightly, and continued searching the room.
Unfortunately...
The intruder who broke in seemed to have already left.
Wang Ye silently put down the boning knife, closed the door, and sighed softly at the sight of the shattered sofa.
Despite his skills as a top fighter, and Little Si as a ghost...
With a combination like this, why were people constantly breaking into his home?
Seeming to recall something, Wang Ye opened a hidden compartment in the room and found the tattered paper money and candle wax remains still inside. He fell into deep thought.
He didn't interact with many people.
Could it have been someone sent by Zhang ZiLiang? That made no sense.
He believed Zhang ZiLiang was a smart man, and the two were currently cooperating. He wouldn't do something as foolish as killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Among the remaining suspects...
Faces flashed through Wang Ye's mind one by one.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly as he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.
After a long while...
He silently got up, went to the study, and logged into the new A-grade intelligence website Zhang ZiLiang had given him.
He entered the keywords: Suburban Cemetery, night watchman.
After waiting briefly, some scattered messages appeared.
They were still the same useless contents as before, along with a few blurry photos.
Since no supernatural events had occurred, the Heaven Organization had withdrawn their surveillance of the Suburban Cemetery.
Information about the night watchman was extremely scarce.
He was simply described as a mentally confused old man who willingly accepted the meager wages to work as a night watchman.
"So...this old man still has cognitive abilities, just somewhat impaired thinking?"
Recalling the stiff way the old man spoke, Wang Ye fell into contemplation.
The rest were just some random photos taken inside the Suburban Cemetery.
Wang Ye scrolled through them absentmindedly.
Suddenly, his expression froze as his eyes revealed deep surprise...
He hurriedly scrolled back and opened one photo.
The photo showed rows of familiar gravestones.
On one gravestone, a faded black and white photo could vaguely be seen.
What truly shocked Wang Ye was...he recognized the person in the photo. He could even say he knew her quite well.
Zhou Han!
In the black and white photo, a woman wore an old-fashioned cheongsam that still couldn't conceal her sexy figure.
Her peerless beauty held a hint of gentle warmth.
In an instant, a chill swept over Wang Ye's entire body.
He hurriedly looked at the name on the gravestone.
Ji Ziqian!
"Not called Zhou Han?"
Wang Ye forcibly calmed himself and took a deep breath. He entered Ji Ziqian's name into the intelligence network's search bar.
Ji Ziqian's complete information quickly appeared.
Ji Ziqian, 1976-1990.
A villager of Tieqiao Town.
A strange disease broke out in the village, leading to the mass death of all villagers.
Because Ji Ziqian had a wealthy distant uncle, she was buried in the Suburban Cemetery.
Below was a simple summary of the incident.
But as an ordinary villager, not much information was recorded about her.
Wang Ye's expression was solemn as he frowned and silently gazed at the computer screen, lost in thought.
Clearly, this Ji Ziqian was from before the Eternal Night.
But why would a villager have a photo wearing a cheongsam?
It was known that at the time, only wealthy families could regularly afford to wear cheongsams.
Moreover, looking at the photo, Ji Ziqian's gentle and refined aura was obviously incompatible with that of a villager.
The bizarre disease, and the wealthy uncle whose information was nowhere to be found in the records...
"Even that mad woman is full of secrets now..."
Wang Ye murmured. Then seeming to recall something, he smiled bitterly, "Speaking of secrets, I'm not lacking either."
Thinking this, Wang Ye sighed and sorted out his expression before gently knocking on Zhou Han's door.
After a long while...
The door opened a crack and Zhou Han stuck her head out, tilting it cutely as she looked at Wang Ye, "Little brother, you took the initiative to come see me!"
"Could it be..."
"You've finally accepted my affection!!!"
Zhou Han exclaimed excitedly.
Wang Ye silently looked at Zhou Han, "I think a burglar broke into my home just now. Did you hear any noises?"
Zhou Han lowered her head in disappointment, "I thought you came to see me."
Having said that, Zhou Han resentfully lowered her head and pondered seriously for a moment before shaking her head, "No, I was researching that rosary just now."
"Oh."
Wang Ye nodded lightly and left.
"Hmph! Men of reality!" Zhou Han wrinkled her nose in anger and coldly snorted at Wang Ye before withdrawing her head and forcefully slamming the door shut.
As the door closed, Zhou Han's complexion instantly paled without a trace of color.
On her chest was a horrifying gash, with blood...slowly dripping down her chest.
The floor of the room was littered with bloody gauze.
Zhou Han clutched her chest, each step seemingly taking tremendous effort. Only after a long while did she slowly sit down on the sofa.
"I wonder if it'll scar..."
Unable to bear the intense pain, Zhou Han finally passed out murmuring.
At the edges of her terrifying chest wound, the muscles lightly wriggled as the gash visibly, gradually healed...
......
Returning to his room and sitting in a chair, Wang Ye sank into contemplation.
According to records, Ji Ziqian had no daughters, let alone twins.
But...resurrection from death?
And what had happened to make her personality become so bizarre?
Hearing her strained voice earlier, she was clearly lacking vital energy... Could the intruder who broke into his room secretly have been her?
The flood of information gave Wang Ye a headache. He closed his eyes with a sigh.
Beside him, Little Si still had no movement, only a drop of blood slowly rolling down his fair hand, making a muffled sound as it fell.
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