He frowned, put the phone to his ear, and after a few seconds, everyone noticed a change in his expression. "Understood, thank you. I'll be right there."

Putting down the phone, Hua Luo said quickly, "It's Qiao Yu's brother. He said he also received an email with strange content, a video of a man in his brother's bedroom."

Jiang Cheng looked at him. "Who else received the email?"

He noticed that Hua Luo used the word "also" in his wording.

"Yu Youwei's former colleagues also received the same email," Hua Luo explained. "She contacted Qiao Yu's brother. Last time, we left our contact information, and Yu Youwei's colleague gave my number to Qiao Yu's brother."

"Oh, right, this video was sent from Qiao Yu's account," he added. "Looks like it was a mass email."

"Qiao Yu?"

"Yes." Hua Luo took the tablet and started operating it. "Qiao Yu used to take portrait photos for this girl, so he has her contact information. They met through Yu Youwei's introduction."

Soon, the tablet received a video. To prevent any accidents during playback, the group moved to a more spacious area.

The sunlight shone on them, dispelling the cold feeling.

The moment the video opened, Fatty was stunned, his body shuddering violently.

It was Liu Guo!

He showed everyone the sheets of drawing paper in his hand, saying something anxiously.

Unfortunately, the sound in the picture was very noisy, as if it was being interfered with by something.

The camera was not very clear either. The drawings could be seen clearly, but some of the words were illegible.

"It's those urban legends!" Chu Jiu said, staring at the screen.

Everyone saw the hunchback's ghost, the wig, the shadow that couldn't be looked at directly, the gap, and the nail in the drawer – several urban legends.

The drawer's skill was strong, the brushstrokes bold, and the details were handled just right.

The appearance of the ghosts and those about to be killed by them, their states before death, were all deeply rooted in people's hearts, giving a sense of immersive terror.

When she saw the ghost crawling out from under the bed, Chu Jiu's face turned white. It felt exactly like her own experience.

They had originally planned to go to a place called Hezong Cultural Group, but now they changed their itinerary and decided to meet Qiao Yu's brother first.

Soon, they arrived at the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was very old, and some of the seats were taken. The storefront was very small, with only a large sign hanging outside, as if telling of its past glory.

Under the sign, a unshaven man was squatting.

When the two groups met, they introduced themselves. The man who claimed to be Qiao Yu's brother looked worried, and even his voice was very low.

It was like a secret agent meeting.

According to Qiao Yu's brother, a few people had come to him several times in the past few days, but the last time, those people left without saying goodbye.

Judging from the man's description, it was undoubtedly the people from Building 3.

And they probably didn't leave without saying goodbye, but several of them didn't have the chance to say goodbye. They were all dead.

As he spoke, the man invited everyone to come inside and sit down, but Jiang Cheng politely declined. He turned and walked to a restaurant across the street, then chose a quiet private room.

"Oh, right." Sitting in the chair, the man raised his eyelids, his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept well in a long time. "Did you watch the video I sent you?"

His voice was trembling.

"We watched it," Hua Luo replied. "It's a friend of ours. You should have seen him too."

"Of course!" The man suddenly became excited. "Of course, I've seen him! He came yesterday with two other people."

"But how could... how could he be in the video?" The man didn't seem to be able to accept this fact yet, and his emotions were very agitated. "That's my brother's room!"

"Maybe he just walked around and accidentally went in," Fatty said perfunctorily.

"Impossible!" The man took out his mobile phone, played the video for them, and then pointed to a poster in the video background, shouting: "Did you see that?"

It was a poster of a skeleton warrior, the skeleton wearing old armor, carrying a huge old cross on its back.

It had a desolate feeling, like a warrior who died but whose soul was not extinguished.

It seemed to be from a certain online game.

"This poster was thrown away by my brother before he died, because he suspected that he had encountered something unclean, so he was afraid of looking at this poster!"

"Your friend came before my brother died. No, maybe he not only came, but all of this... all of this is likely related to him!"

"Please calm down." Jiang Cheng slapped the man's shoulder, interrupting what he was about to say.

The man was clearly having emotional problems now. If he was allowed to continue guessing, he might even think that they had joined forces to kill his brother.

"Huff... huff..." The man was breathing heavily. Chu Jiu whispered to the waiter at the door to bring a bottle of ice water.

After drinking a few big gulps of ice water, the man's emotions eased a little, but his eyes began to turn red again. It seemed that the brothers had a good relationship.

"I don't know who did all this, or for what purpose," the man gritted his teeth. "But as long as I'm not dead, I must find out what's going on."

Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "We came with the same purpose, to find out the truth." He paused. "To give justice to the dead."

Fatty thought that what the doctor meant by giving justice to the dead should be Lin Chen, not scumbags like Qiao Yu and Li Maoshen.

"Do you know what I was most afraid of after receiving that message?" The man widened his eyes and said, "It's the time! That email was sent on July 7th!"

"But all of us have no impression of that email. We don't know if there's something wrong with the email or something wrong with us."

"But I'm usually in the coffee shop, and I know some of Qiao Yu's friends, but I've never seen this person before, and my brother wouldn't allow ordinary people to enter his room. He has photography equipment in there, that's his lifeblood."

"Do you know roughly where the filming location was?" Seeing that the man was rambling and not saying anything useful, Jiao Tailang frowned and asked.

"It's... it's on his desk," the man replied. "It should have been filmed with his computer. I can take you in to take a look."

"No need." Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere voice, "We'll just listen to you. We believe you."

Everyone who entered the coffee shop disappeared. Who would dare to go in, afraid of not having died before?

Before he finished speaking, the man's mobile phone page suddenly jumped, and a video call came in, showing a man with a buzz cut as the other party's avatar.

Below the avatar were the two words "younger brother."