They stuffed the kidnapped people into large boxes, disguised as goods, and transported them into the hotel. Then, they secretly hid these people in the hotel's underground prison.

The security there was tight. Those responsible for guarding and transferring the prisoners were, on the surface, hotel service staff. Their comings and goings wouldn't arouse suspicion.

More importantly, no one would ever imagine that beneath this luxurious hotel was hidden a den of human trafficking.

The prison environment was extremely poor, dark and damp, infested with rats and ants, and perpetually without sunlight. Those imprisoned here had no freedom or dignity whatsoever; they were merely goods waiting to be sold.

Any slight disobedience would be met with beatings or even death. The underground prison was filled with wails and cries, a scene of utter hell on earth.

The buyers, disguised as hotel guests, would come to select suitable "goods" every so often.

But evil could not remain hidden forever. Such wickedness was bound to be exposed one day. The catalyst was a mysterious fire. After the fire, the firefighters inadvertently discovered the evil hidden beneath this hotel.

Strangely, the hotel guests and service staff who were burned to death in the fire were all directly involved in human trafficking. The guests were the buyers, and the service staff could be considered the sellers.

Even more bizarrely, despite the raging fire, the service staff guarding the prison rushed to escape, but they were all burned to death inside the hotel, reduced to charred corpses on their escape route.

However, those locked in the prison, waiting to die, all miraculously survived. Not only did the fire not reach them, but the choking heat and smoke did not cause them much harm.

This defied scientific explanation, as if something was protecting them in the darkness.

According to the survivors in the prison, in their dazed state, they vaguely saw figures passing through the doors of the cells, gathering together, and using their bodies to block the spreading flames.

Although they only saw blurry figures, some recognized that these people were those who had died in the underground prison. Their wronged souls remained in this hotel, and it was they who had saved everyone!

However, the owners behind the Roman Grand Hotel were very powerful. After the first fire, they actually used various connections, using foreigners to pressure the government to suppress the matter.

But no one expected that this was just the beginning. The Roman Grand Hotel seemed to be cursed, with fires breaking out one after another, and participants in the human trafficking case constantly losing their lives in them.

In the end, the truth could no longer be concealed. This heinous human trafficking case was exposed to the world.

Because the case was so appalling and had such a significant social impact, the public was outraged and demanded severe punishment for the perpetrators. The government had no choice but to step in and punish the main culprits.

However, the dispatched police officers searched the homes and companies of the owners but could not find their whereabouts. The owners' families also claimed ignorance. They seemed to have suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth.

Finally, a drunken man came to the police station to report. It was late at night, and the drunk man reeked of alcohol, but his face was filled with terror. The drunk man said that he was drunk and wanted to find a place to relieve himself, but he had mistakenly wandered into the ruins of the Roman Grand Hotel.

At the corner of the stairs, he saw a large mirror, and in front of the mirror, 4 people were standing stiffly.

All 4 people had their backs to him, standing in a row.

The drunk man didn't think much of it and staggered forward to greet them, but no matter how he called out, these people just stood there, unmoving.

The drunk man became anxious and was about to give them a piece of his mind when he caught a glimpse of the mirror. The next second, he stopped moving. After a moment, his body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He saw that the faces of the 4 people in the mirror were black.

No, no, they were just 4 charred corpses!

The drunk man instantly sobered up and scrambled out. He didn't dare to go home and became increasingly frightened on the way, so he came to the police station to report.

The police immediately sent people to the scene to investigate. Sure enough, at the corner of the first floor leading to the second floor, there was a large mirror, and in front of the mirror, there were 4 charred corpses lying there.

Based on the gold teeth in the corpses' mouths, it could be confirmed that these people were the 4 missing owners.

They were also the actual controllers behind the Roman Grand Hotel.

No useful clues were found at the scene, nor were there any traces of other people committing the crime. Although the police officers couldn't understand how these 4 owners had escaped capture so silently and secretly, come here, and burned themselves into such a ghostly state, the higher-ups didn't want the matter to drag on and ordered a quick resolution. So, they had no choice but to comply.

The Roman Grand Hotel charred corpse case, which shocked Shanghai, came to an end.

Even if some questions remained unanswered, who cared? Jiang Cheng could now confirm that those charred corpses who had disguised themselves as teammates and hid beside them were all participants in the human trafficking case who had been burned to death in the hotel.

Their resentful souls lingered in the hotel ruins after their deaths.

They traveled between two worlds through that strange large mirror.

"Look here." Fatty, with his keen eyes, pointed to a spot slightly below the title of the newspaper, where there were two characters circled in a black frame: Ming Jing (冥镜).

The location was very subtle, seemingly conspicuous, but easily overlooked if not carefully examined.

"Ming Jing…" Jiang Cheng muttered these two words, and the first thing that came to his mind was the large mirror at the corner of the stairs. He vaguely remembered that the mirror was quite special, with a slightly yellowish surface and a suspicious luster, possessing the texture of an ancient bronze mirror.

"You all came through that mirror?" After a pause, Jiang Cheng looked at everyone and added, "I mean the large mirror at the corner of the stairs." At least Jiang Cheng remembered that Fatty had.

"Yes."

"Me too."

"Same here."

……

Everyone's answers were surprisingly consistent.

"The mirror at the corner is very special. I tried other mirrors, the ones in the rooms and bathrooms, but none of them worked. Only that large mirror would do." It was Luo Tianhe who spoke, his eyes calm, yet possessing an undeniable authority. "I have a feeling that that mirror is the cornerstone of the previous world."

Fatty frowned. He couldn't fully understand Luo Tianhe's words, but deep down, he felt that this man was not bluffing; he had real abilities.

"Hmm?"

A sound of confusion drew everyone's attention. Li Bai was now staring at the newspaper, his expression gradually becoming strange. "Turn the newspaper over and look at the back!"

On the back of the newspaper, there was also a piece of news, and Jiang Cheng's gaze accurately captured a position where there was also a black frame, but unlike the previous one, this time there were three characters in the black frame.

"Gui Jun Tu," someone whispered.