However... Yang Xiao thought for a moment, feeling as though something was amiss, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
The sound of rain outside went pitter-patter, the night grew deeper, the rain fell harder, and the atmosphere in the office was heavy and oppressive.
Under Yang Xiao's arrangement, besides the seven of them left in the office tonight, there was only Chief Zhou and two security department officers accompanying them.
Although everyone tried their best to pretend to be at ease, the seriousness in each of their eyes betrayed them.
Yang Xiao had seen one security officer's hand constantly tucked inside his coat, likely clutching a handgun.
Guns were useless against ghosts; to avoid accidental shootings, Yang Xiao requested everyone to turn in their guns, locking them up together, which included Chief Zhou's weapon.
