The man's face was deathly pale, and his gaze at me was as if he wanted to swallow my flesh and blood.
The two people he brought rushed in front of me, but they didn't dare to start a fight. They grabbed the man's shoulders and quickly retreated to Yang Guan's side.
"Mr. Yang, this man has no respect for rules. He gave me a haircut to my death! Kill him! Must kill...!"
The man's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he trembled and said.
Mr. Yang suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard on the face!
"You're out of line!" Mr. Yang shouted out in anger.
He suddenly fell silent and stared blankly at Mr. Yang.
"Take Ma Kuo out and reflect on your actions! Xianshenzhong is a guest of mine. Daring to touch a guest is simply disrespectful to hierarchy." Mr. Yang scolded.
The two men next to Ma Kuo looked nervous and scared, holding him and leading him out.
Behind Mr. Yang were others, the ghost woman and the coffin bearer who always followed him. The people in the hall had mentioned their names, He Dong and Wang Xu.
It was only then that Jia Ying appeared behind them.
Jia Ying bit her lip slightly, her eyes deep in thought.
As Ma Kuo was being supported and passed by her, he showed that strange, fixated look again.
"Xianshenzhong, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I took Jia Ying's phone earlier and asked her to take care of it, but I still had some doubts. I immediately put down my work and came back, but I didn't expect my subordinates to be so careless!"
Mr. Yang's face showed a look of ironclad disappointment and even a hint of shame.
"You've cut off his hair; that serves as a mild punishment and a stern warning. He won't dare to do it again in the future."
I continued to watch Mr. Yang with a poker face.
"Mr. Yang is quite busy and comes back quickly."
"Ah, the roads are clear tonight." Mr. Yang's face broke into a smile again.
He walked towards the tea table in the back.
He Dong and Wang Xu entered soon after, and Jia Ying stopped by my side.
I gave Jia Ying a second look.
She slightly bit her lower lip, gave me a subtle nod, and shook her head very slightly.
My eyes no longer showed such coldness.
"Jia Ying, give the documents to Xianshenzhong," Mr. Yang said again.
As if he had completely turned the page on the previous incident.
Jia Ying lifted her hand and handed me two A4 papers.
After taking them, I walked over to the chair on the outer side of the tea table and sat down, looking at the content on the A4 papers.
The top right corner is a printed black and white profile picture of a man with glasses, standard teeth bared smile, business attire.
Just a glance, and I recognized this was the man in the suit!
The documents were especially detailed.
His name is Zhao Kang, born in 1988, he is 34 years old this year.
He joined **Company right after graduation, worked diligently for ten years.
With the economic downturn, the company's profits were not good. He was at the age where he was not as valuable as the young employees, and he was added to the list of those to be laid off.
Coincidentally, a headhunter contacted him, inviting him to join another foreign-funded company. The salary was 30% higher than before, but there was a deadline for reporting to work.
Zhao Kang promptly submitted his resignation.
In the end, the foreign-funded company rejected his employment due to insufficient background checks.
Zhao Kang fell into a state of despair.
He himself was one of the earliest buyers of the unfinished buildings, facing immense financial pressure and accumulating a significant amount of debt.
His wife also had a conflict with him and wanted a divorce, taking their child back to their hometown.
For a time, he couldn't even provide for his wife and child's living expenses.
He approached **Company, hoping that the company would show some leniency due to their ten years of employment, and give him some compensation, but he was outright refused.
After posting a despondent friend request on his WeChat account, Zhao Kang entered the unfinished building and committed suicide in his own house.
His sister Zhao Luan was the one who buried him.
The second A4 page contains Zhao Luan's home address, relevant information, and a photograph.
His ordinary appearance, with slightly curly hair above the forehead.
I recognized her at first glance, isn't she the woman I met in the elevator?
The other information was irrelevant, and I immediately found the line with the family address.
However, my iris contracted slightly.
Zhao Luan's residence was not in the unfinished building!
"Chaoyin Road, Fanghua Community."
My hand tightly grasped the A4 paper.
Investigating these pieces of information was to better resolve Zhao Kang's matter, knowing who he was, the cause of his death, and possibly finding a way to deal with him.
There is a living person closely related to him who can play a crucial role.
However, Zhao Luan did not leave the unfinished building.
My initial judgment was that she should have also purchased a floor in the unfinished building. In this way, after the information investigation, I could accurately locate her, instead of taking unnecessary risks to stir up more ghosts in the unfinished building.
The result is that Zhao Luan's residence is ten thousand eight thousand miles away from my deduction.
In this case, the majority of the information's value is wasted.
Without finding Zhao Luan, the significance of knowing Zhao Kang's cause of death is minimal.
Instead, the people who commit suicide are all resentful of life. If I say that I know Zhao Kang, he might become even more ferocious!
"Is there a problem with these documents? My guess is that the woman you mentioned should be Zhao Luan after all. After all, Zhao Kang's wife has been back in their hometown for over a year now, making it unlikely that she would come to give him paper money."
Jia Ying had no idea when she approached my side and asked cautiously.
Mr. Yang's gaze was also sharp and intense, fixed on me.
"Everything is in order, but it's mostly useless. She hasn't left the unfinished building, unless we know which floor she's on, otherwise..."
My voice was cut off abruptly as I stared at a series of numbers in the document table, which was Zhao Luan's phone number.
I reached for my phone and dialed the number.
After a brief silence, the phone started to ring.
I immediately hung up.
My heart was beating rapidly, like a drum being beaten.
"Mr. Yang, I need another list. How many people have you sent into the unfinished building? What are their strengths?"
Looking back at Mr. Yang, my gaze was extremely sharp.
Mr. Yang then pulled out another piece of paper from under the tea table and handed it to me.
I took it, glanced at it briefly, folded it, and put it in my pocket.
"It seems that Xianshenzhong has a solution," Mr. Yang said, a smile appearing on his face.
"Take it step by step, do things step by step."
I got up, looked at Mr. Yang again, and said: "Never again."
Mr. Yang responded awkwardly, "Xianshenzhong, what do you mean by that?"
Without saying more, I turned and walked out.
This time, Jia Ying quickly caught up with me.
As we passed through the courtyard hall of the ward, the people there looked at me with a clearly different expression.
They looked at me with a sense of apprehension, indifference, and even some malevolent gazes.
I didn't see Ma Kuo with his hair shaven off.
When we got back to the parking lot, Jia Ying gestured for me to get into her car.
I understood her intention roughly, and didn't refuse. I got into the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry...I don't know..."
The first sentence, Jia Ying was slightly apologetic.
"It's okay, I know." My tone was calm.
"You're too sharp-eyed, Mr. Yang...it's still easy to run into trouble...you should try to avoid going to the Hall of Hell as much as possible. Just tell me what you need, and I'll take care of it for you." Jia Ying's tone was somewhat complicated.
This matter was handled too openly by Mr. Yang.
Beforehand, I really thought he wasn't there.
When Ma Kuo was not my match, he suddenly appeared again. It seems he was afraid that I would kill his people!
In fact, it should be that Ma Kuo came back and contacted him.
He judged that I would definitely return to the Hall of Hell and used Ma Kuo to test my strength.
"It seems that there are still some people in the Hall of Hell who have a good relationship with Huang Shu."
After settling my thoughts, I said softly.
