Fang Yuan walked out of the hall. It was already dark. The lights on the roadside seemed a little dim, which made his figure a little long.

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan suddenly felt something staring at him behind him. He looked at him with the side light but found no abnormality. Then the feeling disappeared.

He frowned, opened the car door and sat on it. Tong Qian was closing her eyes, as if she was sleeping.

Hearing the movement, she opened her eyes and looked at Fang Yuan, and then started the car.

"The satellite phone and some other things are placed in the suitcase. I guess your gold will take a few days to arrive."

"Yes." Fang Yuan nodded in a daze, looking out the window and wondering what he was thinking.

The atmosphere was silent until the northwest.

Seeing the car taillights disappear at the intersection, Fang Yuan pulled his eyes back and walked into the community.

...

When he got home, Fang Yuan opened the box and placed a black mobile phone inside, exactly the same as the one he threw away before. In addition, there were three golden magazines and a black uniform.

He took out the things, and walked into the study with an empty suitcase and placed it behind the door.

"The kitchen knife stained with blood outside Dalin City."

He felt a little trouble when he thought of this. The location of the items given by the script was too vague.

Dalin City is far away from Zhongshan City, and that place is quite chaotic. Finding such a place is undoubtedly a good idea to find a needle.

Suddenly, he thought of human velvet paper and took it out from the locked drawer on the side, which also contained valuable items such as ghost candles.

"I don't know if it's useful." He sighed and spread the human velvet paper on the table.

To be honest, he is now somewhat resistant to this human velvet, because he cannot tell which place is the pit it left for him.

"Where is the blood-stained kitchen knife?"

Then a few lines of words slowly appeared on the human velvet paper: "My name is Fang Yuan. When you see this sentence, I am already dead.

I survived from the ghost bride, and I was blessed to control the second ghost by chance.

But I seemed to be targeted by something.

The day after I got home, I received a script that guided me to Dalin City to find a blood-stained kitchen knife.

And this kitchen knife is in a place called Ximen District.”

Fang Yuan came to his senses and thought for a while.

The human velvet accidentally revealed that I seemed to be targeted by something? Could it be that it was this so-called theater? Or did I always feel that someone is monitoring me...

What kind of existence is this theater?

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan took the satellite phone and started dialing.

There is only one phone number in the phone book, but it does not have a life, but it shows this strange number.

Every ghost driver at the headquarters will arrange an operator, probably this is his operator.

The phone number was answered as soon as it was opened.

Then, a cool voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hello, Fang Yuan, I am your operator, my name is Jiang Zhihe."

The language is concise and clear, obviously after professional training.

"Jiang Paper Heir, right? As my operator, can you help me check something?"

Fang Yuan did not beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

After all, he didn't know anything about this kind of theater. What he could rely on now is the headquarters of the ghost driver. The enemy is not scary, but the terrible thing is that the enemy is not only powerful but also unknown.

"Please say it." Jiang Zhihe replied almost without any hesitation.

"Here I check if there are any incidents about the theater in the recorded files."

"Okay! Please wait a moment, I'll call you back later."

The target given by Fang Yuan is ambiguous and has no goal, so it will take her a certain amount of time to check it out.

About half an hour later, Fang Yuan's phone automatically heard Jiang Zhihe's voice, and it seemed that he needed to dial it once to work permanently.

"Fang Yuan, are you still here?"

"Um."

"I found about four theatre-related archives, and the source of them originated from the same incident. I will send you the archives and take a look, I'm afraid I may not be able to explain them clearly."

"Okay." Fang Yuan replied.

Then, four documents were received on the satellite phone.

It is a file composed of four different ghost drivers.

“Code name: Ghost Theater.

Hazard level: C

Terror level: tentatively set to level b."

There are four copies of information below, with my own photos on it. The first one is white, while the remaining three photos are covered with red seals and the words "Dead" are printed.

However, when I saw the last document, Fang Yuan's pupils shrank slightly and his hands shook slightly.

Name: Lin Qiming.

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Apart from some basic information, there is no corresponding ability to control ghosts.

But what shocked him was Lin Qiming's photo.

He looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a jacket that was hard to see, with a faint smile on his face, and under the photo, it was nearly four months since his death was now.

This face suddenly overlapped with the middle-aged man on the bus who was talking to him. Except for some photos on his face, it was exactly the same.

Lin Qiming, not dead!

A look of shock flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes. He also thought that it was just a coincidence, but he didn't believe it was really that coincidence.

But why didn't he die and he didn't return to the headquarters? Or did he want to leave the headquarters? Or... he can't come back?

What exactly is on that bus?

Until now, the old lady holding a red umbrella is still in his mind, making him unable to escape.

Fang Yuan threw his head, threw these unnecessary thoughts out of his mind, and then moved to a man with a white avatar.

The avatar is colorful, proving that he is still alive.

The photo shows a young man looking at the camera with a gloomy look, as if he hates this camera.

Through the information, Fang Yuan knew that his name was Li Shuwen, who was twenty-two years old and was a boy.

"Jiang Zhihe, can your headquarters contact Li Shuwen? I have some things I want to ask him." Fang Yuan closed the information and said to his phone.

"This is not possible. The headquarters stipulates that an operator can only contact one ghost driver, which is also to ensure efficiency, but I think you can try contacting her privately."

Jiang Zhihe's voice immediately came out without much thought.

"It's OK." After saying that, Fang Yuan turned the satellite phone into a business and looked at Li Shuwen's address.

Suddenly, he glanced at the human velvet paper and suddenly thought of Wang Xiaoming's ghost candle, and then tentatively said: "How to make the ghost candle?"
Chapter completed!