The handprint wasn't large, looking like it was left by a child.

At the same time, everyone immediately thought of Jiang Cheng and the others' encounter last night. When they were searching for Liu the Cripple's residence, they discovered a series of small, bare footprints, following right behind Pan Du's corpse.

In this light, the handprint and the thing that left the footprints should be the same.

Most likely, it was the "god" Yoko mentioned.

Which is to say, the ghost in this haunting.

Looking at the photos covering the wall, Boss Sang couldn't help but swallow hard. The fear in his eyes almost solidified into substance. He asked in a very small voice, "You guys, if it was just a dream, how do you explain the handprint?"

No one could answer this question.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo He asked, "Besides this handprint, have you encountered anything else strange?"

Boss Sang thought for a while, then turned around and put on his clothes. "No, I mustered up the courage to take a look at Su's Restaurant this morning. Everything inside was normal. The owners were busy serving customers. I watched for a long time and couldn't see anything wrong."

He shook his head as he spoke, clearly unable to understand what he had experienced last night.

"Besides us, who else have you told about this?"

"No one," Boss Sang replied immediately, looking very nervous. "I... I still don't know how to explain this. I'm scared to death. How would I dare tell anyone else?"

"That's for the best. We can help you solve this, but before it's resolved, I hope you can keep it a secret, otherwise..." Luo He paused.

"I understand, I understand." Boss Sang was very cooperative.

Strangely enough, even though they were strangers, Boss Sang inexplicably felt that these people were very reliable.

Especially the man in front of him.

"We'll come back to find you at the same time tomorrow." Luo He put away his phone and looked at Boss Sang, saying, "I suggest you don't do anything with these photos for now. You can try to find the Japanese person you saw in them, but don't try to destroy the photos."

Luo He's tone became serious. "Otherwise, I'm afraid something terrible will happen."

Hearing this, Boss Sang's face turned pale, as if all the blood had drained from it. But his eyes became even more trusting as he looked at Luo He. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You felt it too, didn't you?"

He pursed his lips. "My dream last night was like a prophecy. If I insist on destroying these photos, then the Japanese person... no, no, the Japanese ghost! And those other terrifying things will appear."

Boss Sang swallowed and continued, "But conversely, if I don't insist on destroying the photos, then these things won't appear, and I'll be safe."

"Wow, I didn't realize you were so clever," Pi Ruan exclaimed, changing his opinion of this timid man.

"Where, where, you're too kind, it's just... just being forced to, right?" Boss Sang said with a bitter face. "Who would have thought that an honest businessman like me would run into something like this?"

"Heh." Fu Fu sneered and glanced at Boss Sang, saying, "You're definitely a businessman, but we're not so sure about the 'honest' part."

A regular photography studio owner, secretly hiding so many photos of Japanese people, that in itself was abnormal.

His relationship with the Japanese was probably not as innocent as he claimed.

After leaving the photography studio, the group first found a restaurant to sit down, planning to fill their stomachs before meeting up with Jiang Cheng and the others.

They chose a private room, a window seat on the second floor. A cool breeze blew through, and if they didn't have a mission on their shoulders, it would have been quite pleasant.

"So?" Pi Ruan craned his neck and asked mysteriously, "Do you think there's something wrong with this photography studio owner?"

According to Boss Sang's account, he was clearly drawn into a world completely separate from reality last night. Luo He took a sip of tea. His ability was to construct dreams, and in his opinion, the other man's experience was very much like a dream.

But this led to two more questions. Luo He gripped his teacup tightly, as if absorbing the warmth from the tea. "First," he asked everyone, "Why would a photography studio owner be drawn into a dream?"

"The photos," Chen Qiang replied. This was the most reasonable explanation.

Luo He nodded. "Right, there's something wrong with those photos. I think Boss Sang's premonition was right. He met the Japanese person and took a picture of him."

"Alright, then the next question is," Luo He's tone deepened, "How did Boss Sang survive the dream?"

One could imagine how bizarre the dream constructed by this ghost was. So far, no one had been able to survive the dream.

Although Pan Du and Linghu Yong couldn't be considered experts, their experience and skills were far superior to Boss Sang's. Yet even they had fallen. There was no reason Boss Sang should have been able to survive.

Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes. "You mean... the ghost intentionally let him go, didn't kill him?"

"I can't think of any other reason." Luo He placed the book in his hand flat on the table and said, "You can share any thoughts you have."

Although Luo He used the word "you," his attention was focused more on Lin Wan'er's face.

"But... why would the ghost let him go?" Huai Yi asked in confusion. "If it was really because the photos would leak secrets, it would have been better to just kill him."

In their subconscious, the probability of ordinary people surviving after encountering supernatural events was extremely low, especially with this ghost's bizarre abilities.

Before he could finish speaking, the few of them heard a commotion on the street outside. First, there was a scream, followed by the sound of many people running.

It was accompanied by the sound of things being knocked over, as well as the wailing of children.

Everyone suddenly felt a sense of unease.

The sounds of chaos grew closer. Huai Yi, who was sitting by the window, stood up and looked outside, just in time to see a group of people rushing towards them.

Judging by their clothing, they looked like people from the police station, with weapons on their waists and a large wolfhound on a leash.

Before he could see clearly, he happened to see a policeman look up. The moment their eyes met, the policeman shouted loudly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Immediately afterwards, all the policemen looked at the window and accelerated towards the downstairs. Huai Yi vaguely heard things like "They're there, hurry, don't let them run."

Before long, the door to the private room was kicked open, and several fierce-looking policemen rushed in.

From their angle, they could see more than a dozen people standing in the hallway outside, and a large wolfhound on a leash with its front paws raised, barking madly into the room.

"Who is Luo He?!" A burly man with a beard, holding a stick in his hand, questioned angrily.