Soon Su Ran came running back, cowering in the corner of the stairs, trembling.

"Where's your little demon?" Lin Fan asked.

Su Ran widened her eyes and suddenly turned fierce, "What little demon? Stop talking nonsense, or I'll sue you for spreading rumors!" Her eyes rolled around, "What are you exactly? What sorcery did you use to trap me in this building? What do you want? Money? Fame? Who is the person downstairs? Why are they so terrifying? Kidnapping is a serious crime—"

Lin Fan sighed, opened his phone, found the news of the death of the actress Su Ran, and handed it to Su Ran, "You're really dead."

Su Ran shrunk against the wall, still pretending to be tough, "Nonsense!"

"You'll see for yourself."

Su Ran stared at Lin Fan, wanting to grab the phone but found her hand passing through it. She froze, realizing she was a confused ghost. Lin Fan opened the picture, "You died, died in the magnificent twelfth floor, your heart dug out by someone."

Su Ran stared at the phone screen, sitting on the ground. She woke up in this building, not knowing why she was here, unable to leave anyway.

She stared blankly at the phone in front of her, hastily reached for it, but her hand went through the phone, grasping nothing. Her beautiful eyes were filled with horror. She kept shaking her head, murmuring, "It's impossible, how could I be dead?"

"How did you die? Who killed you? Can you remember?" Lin Fan asked.

Su Ran looked bewildered, "I'm dead? Did I die?"

Lin Fan pursed his lips and didn't say much, just looked at her.

"I don't believe it! How could I be dead!" She exclaimed and rushed downstairs. Lin Fan shrugged and followed her down, and soon she ran back upstairs screaming in horror.

Qin Feng downstairs called out, "Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan put his phone in his pocket and went downstairs. Qin Feng took him aside, examining him, "Are you okay?"

"Su Ran is upstairs."

Qin Feng paused, "What did she say? Who's the murderer?"

Lin Fan shook his head, Qin Feng's expression turned serious, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, she doesn't remember. I'll go ask again."

Qin Feng nodded, his brows furrowing. This case had very few clues. How could the soul be left behind this time? Was it related to the lack of soul-binding symbols at the scene? Nevertheless, this was a good thing.

Su Ran peeked upstairs, too scared to come down.

The man downstairs was indeed handsome, but too terrifying, exuding a strong hostility.

Lin Fan pulled Qin Feng aside and said, "Come down, he won't hurt you."

Su Ran still didn't dare, staring warily at Lin Fan.

"Think carefully, how did you die?" Lin Fan asked.

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Su Ran cowered in the corner, staring with her beautiful eyes, "I don't know, am I really dead?"

Lin Fan pulled Qin Feng further back and said, "Do you want to see your body? This person next to me is a policeman, he's here to investigate your cause of death, he won't harm you."

Suddenly, there was a piercing laughter from the other end of the neighborhood. Lin Fan's hair stood on end, he quickly stepped back half a step, tightly gripping Qin Feng, "The little demon is here!"

Qin Feng pulled out his gun and released the safety.

He looked around vigilantly but couldn't see anything.

Su Ran also heard the strange noise and turned to run upstairs, shouting loudly.

Lin Fan saw a dark shadow flash across the sky, let go of Qin Feng's hand, and dashed upstairs. Qin Feng followed with his gun. Lin Fan ran to the fifth floor in one breath, the top floor. Suddenly, the whole building fell silent, with nothing in sight.

"Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan looked around, swallowing his saliva, "Su Ran?"

No one answered. Qin Feng also came up, shining his phone's light around, "What's there?"

Lin Fan shook his head, "There's nothing, they're gone."

Qin Feng protected Lin Fan with one hand, using his phone's flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. The dilapidated corridor was covered in dust, with nothing to be found.

"Qin Feng," Lin Fan grabbed Qin Feng's clothes and leaned closer to him, her back feeling cold, "I can't see anything, there's nothing."

It was too quiet, quiet enough to make her afraid.

Qin Feng held Lin Fan's hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

They stood on the fifth floor for a while, Lin Fan called out again, but there was no response.

Qin Feng spoke, his voice low, "Let's go back first, we'll come back tomorrow to see."

The truth was about to be revealed, Lin Fan looked at Qin Feng's profile, his cold and rigid features showing no expression. He was related to three deaths, including his sister's. Lin Fan had finally seen the victim, perhaps there were clues.

"Or you go down, and I'll stay?"

Qin Feng turned and headed for the master bedroom, buckling his belt and putting on a T-shirt before coming out. His face was grim, "What's this thing doing with you?"

Halfway through taking off his pants, he heard Lin Fan's voice and quickly pulled them back up. What exactly was going on?

Lin Fan shook her head, equally frustrated.

Although Dong Miao was despicable before and always wanted Lin Fan dead, there was still a limit, and Lin Fan could still catch a breath. But this little demon appeared and disappeared unpredictably, always aiming for Lin Fan's life, making her unable to guard against it.

Lin Fan still felt lingering fear, rubbing her chest. She shouldn't have gone to the scene today.

Qin Feng pinched his brow, seeming irritated. He returned to the master bedroom and rummaged through a drawer, then handed Lin Fan a dagger, "Take this for self-defense."

Lin Fan took out the dagger and examined it. It was a good blade. She tucked it away and planned to return to the room they were just in, but Qin Feng grabbed her by the back of the neck. His voice was hoarse and tired, "Sleep in the master bedroom. Let's see if that ghost dares to come again."

Lin Fan was astonished, her jaw dropping. It wasn't the first time they shared a room. They had slept in the same room before, back in Wangjia Village.

"Tired."

"You take the bed, I'll take the floor."

After closing the door to the master bedroom, Qin Feng didn't have the intention to shower anymore. He took out a mat from the closet and laid it on the floor.

Lin Fan looked at him, took a deep breath, "I think—I want to take a shower."

"The bathroom is over there." Qin Feng pointed to the nearby bathroom, lifting his gaze. "But you'd better not. That ghost isn't easy to deal with."

Lin Fan's eyes darted around, "Will he come again if I don't?"

Qin Feng took a pillow and lay down on the floor, closing his eyes, "Hard to say. Once that little demon is gone, you can do whatever you want."

If Lin Fan was halfway through her shower and the little demon appeared, would she go in? After all, there's a difference between men and women.

Lin Fan looked at the spacious bed, feeling that something was off but unable to pinpoint it. After hesitating for a few seconds, she went to the bathroom and washed her face. When she came out, Qin Feng was already asleep.

The blanket was too short, and Qin Feng was too tall, so his feet touched the floor.

Lin Fan climbed onto the bed, following Qin Feng's advice. Not taking a shower wouldn't kill her, but that troublesome little demon might. She tucked the dagger under the pillow, turned off the light, and lay down. The thick curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was pitch black without a trace of light.

Lin Fan turned over, but she couldn't sleep, perhaps because the bed was too big. She kept thinking about the events of the day. What was going on with that little demon? What about Su Ran?

After tossing and turning for a while, a hoarse, low male voice sounded in the darkness.

"Is there a needle in the bed? Why are you tossing and turning?"