"It's crows..." Liu Hui felt increasingly uneasy.

Hearing the crows' cries, the man couldn't help but tremble. "I told you, I told you! Did you see them? They… those things have their eyes on you!"

"You will all be taken away, you..."

Finally, someone had enough of the man's neurotic behavior. Ouyang Huanbin stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar. "Are you ever going to shut up? I don't give a damn about what happened to your fiancée! I'm asking you, what exactly are those things you're talking about?!" Mu Wanming had died on their first night, and in such a bizarre way. He felt exceptionally irritable.

"Caw—, caw—"

The crows' cries became urgent, as if they were urging them to their deaths. "Look!" Bai Xiaojie looked up at the sky and couldn't help but cry out.

Dozens, even hundreds, of crows landed on the surrounding buildings and tall trees, looking down at them from above. Even more strangely, they could actually read a hint of resentment from the crows' eyes.

"Ah!"

Taking advantage of Ouyang Huanbin's momentary distraction, the man bit his hand hard, then grabbed the missing person poster and ran into the nearest intersection, his movements completely different from before.

By the time everyone chased after him, he had vanished.

Ouyang Huanbin's hand had been bitten, leaving tooth marks. He squeezed hard, and blood seeped out. "When I catch him, I'll knock out every tooth in his mouth..." Ouyang Huanbin made to chase after him.

"Don't chase him." Jiang Zhao had more experience after all. He glanced into the depths of the intersection. It was located between two buildings, and even in broad daylight, it still felt dark and gloomy. Rushing in rashly might lead to trouble.

Seeing the clue that was within reach get away, everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed. "We finally found someone who knew something, but we couldn't get a single useful word out of him," Bai Xiaojie said, glancing at Ouyang Huanbin and complaining.

Ouyang Huanbin was at fault, and seeing the unfriendly looks from Huai Yi and the others, he moved his mouth but didn't dare to speak in the end.

"It's not like we didn't find any clues," Jiang Cheng said, looking at Bai Xiaojie and the others. "At least we know that the strange events in the town are centered around the manor. Many people have gone missing, and most importantly, this has been going on for many years."

"What are your plans next, Brother Jiang?" Miao Qing asked.

"I want to go to the town's library and take a look. There might be some clues there." Jiang Cheng took out his phone. He had taken a few pictures of the missing person posters, one of which had a simple map attached. The center of the map had a specially marked location, the address was 17 Melrose Street. Jiang Cheng guessed that it was where the missing people's families lived.

And not far from the marker, there was a building marked as a library, which looked quite large in scale.

With the guidance of the map, everyone found the library without much difficulty. Fortunately, the library was still open, but the reception desk was empty, and no librarian was to be seen.

The library was even larger than they had imagined, with three floors in total. "We'll split up and look for records related to that manor," Jiang Cheng said, turning to face everyone.

"Split up..." Bai Xiaojie looked a little unwilling, and the others also had surprised expressions on their faces.

But the next second, Miao Qing stroked his chin and said very naturally, "Brother Jiang is right. We'll be more efficient if we split up. Time is the most important thing for us."

After saying that, Miao Qing took Liu Hui and Bai Xiaojie upstairs. "We'll take the third floor. Whichever group finds a clue, immediately notify the other two groups."

Seeing Jiang Zhao walking towards him, as if he had something to say, Jiang Cheng didn't give him a chance at all, and immediately took Fatty and Huai Yi up the stairs, obviously leaving the first floor to Jiang Zhao and Ouyang Huanbin.

Arriving on the second floor of the library, the bookshelves here were mostly very old and particularly tall. Some of the books and materials on the upper shelves even required climbing a ladder to reach. The floor seemed to have been soaked in water, and made a creaking sound when stepped on.

In the dim environment, walking between the bookshelves, Fatty felt very uneasy, as if a hideous ghost was hiding in some dark corner or hidden nook.

Fatty carefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to stay closer to Jiang Cheng. "Doctor," he asked a little uneasily, "Why did we have to split up into three groups? This library doesn't seem right."

"It's precisely because it doesn't seem right that we need to split up." Jiang Cheng stopped, his eyes lingering on the paper pasted on the bookshelf. "I'm guessing the ghost's next target is still Jiang Zhao, so we should stay away from him."

"Still..." Fatty frowned, obviously not understanding.

"Do you think Mu Wanming's death last night was a coincidence?" Jiang Cheng spoke quickly, his energy highly concentrated in such a place, constantly paying attention to the surrounding movements. Then he sighed, "She was Jiang Zhao's scapegoat!"

Hearing this, Fatty was stunned, then blurted out, "How did you see that?"

Huai Yi, on the other hand, seemed to understand something. His eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Cheng. "It's the door! Jiang Zhao opened the door to Mu Wanming's room. They switched rooms."

His reminder made Fatty remember that there was indeed such a thing. Mu Wanming was quite touched at the time.

"There's a problem with the waiver we filled out when we first came in." Jiang Cheng continued, "The housekeeper didn't care whether we filled in our own names, he didn't even care if many people filled in the same name."

"But we both filled in Jiang Zhao's name, so he's being targeted by those things." Huai Yi took over, "Originally, those things were coming for Jiang Zhao, but he changed rooms and avoided them."

"That should be the case." Jiang Cheng added.

"Can you guys explain it a little simpler?" Fatty said a little embarrassedly, but he quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't understand, it just feels a bit convoluted."

"Brother Fugui, let me put it this way, if we compare the mission to a game, you can understand that waiver as the first level in this game." Huai Yi described it very appropriately, he continued to explain, "Jiang Zhao made the most serious mistake in the first level, so he's being targeted. His probability of death is higher than all of us."

Fatty stroked his chin, squinting his eyes, giving people a sense of profound mystery. "That's about what I thought."

After a search, Huai Yi and Fatty couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Most of the books and materials on the second floor were related to literature, and there were no clues about the manor they were looking for.

But Jiang Cheng seemed to be calm and composed, not in a hurry at all.