Chapter 340: Chapter 339 Confirmed Identity
âWhat should we do now?â
Xiong Wenwen stood somewhat anxiously in the lobby, her gaze drifting unintentionally toward the smiling woman at the front desk.
Why is this person still here?
Hadnât Guo Fan been making a fuss about dealing with her earlier? Now both of them are out of sight, yet this female receptionist is still here, and she keeps smiling at us, a smile that chills the heart a bit.
Yang Jian glanced at the woman at the front desk but didnât pay much attention; instead, he said, âLetâs rest a bit and come up with a new plan. Forcing our way through seems futile. We need to find another angle.â
âAs I said earlier, we need to confirm Tong Qianâs condition first. If sheâs dead, we have to find her phone. Given her personality, itâs unlikely she didnât leave behind some message. If all else fails, I have another course of action.â
At this point, he paused.
Another course of action for Yang Jian would mean he had to try his luck in either room 13 or room 31.
He hadnât initially planned on investigating personally, but the clues from Zhao Leiâs final notes and those from the Ghost Cabinet were so contradictory that they gave him pause.
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âHowever, this operation wasnât entirely fruitless; at least two facts are certain. There are ghosts on the second floor of this hotel, and the one controlling Zhao Lei has indeed checked into this hotel, and whatâs more, has procured Tong Qianâs Ghost Face⊠And that ghost seems to have grown a lot, my âGhost Domainâ was completely suppressed.â
âIf we are to devise a containment plan, we canât rely on âGhost Domainâ anymore. We have to avoid such suppression scenarios.â
âAlso, the white Ghost Candles canât be used lightly anymore, or else weâll end up in an uncontrollable situation.â
Xiong Wenwen looked at Yang Jian with some surprise, seemingly not expecting him to think through so many issues in the face of failure, instead of being terrified to the point of crying like her.
Indeed, he is an adult.
Yang Jian didnât pay any attention to the youngster at the moment but took out his phone to locate Tong Qianâs position by himself.
If Tong Qian were dead, at least her body would still be there. Ghosts wonât clean up the dead body for you. Even if the body couldnât be found, the phone should be.
As soon as he turned on the satellite positioning on his phone, Yang Jian immediately saw three signal sources appear on a 3D radar map.
This indicated that there were three satellite phones specially used by the international police in his vicinity.
Two of the signals were very close together, showing they were right above him.
It appears those must be Guo Fanâs and Feng Quanâs phones. As Yang Jian had previously speculated, they indeed went up to the fourth floor of the hotel to investigate and are likely not dead. After all, both of them are capable of controlling two ghosts each. Being top-notch at headquarters and experienced in resolving supernatural events, they wouldnât go down so easily.
The third signal source caused Yang Jianâs expression to tighten.
This signal was also very close, so close it was practically right beside him.
Less than ten meters away.
But Yang Jian was currently in the lobby. There was nothing nearby, and the spacious lobby, if measured, was roughly ten meters across.
In other words, Tong Qianâs satellite positioning phone was right in this lobby.
Realizing this, Yang Jian followed the direction of the signal, his gaze suddenly fixed on the woman at the front desk with the smile still on her face.
There was seemingly no issue anywhere else in the lobby, only with this counter and this female receptionist.
This problem was obvious, something anyone would notice upon entering.
âCall Tong Qianâs phone for me,â Yang Jian said to his satellite positioning phone.
Ever since he entered this place, his satellite positioning phone had been on twenty-four hours a day.
At this moment, the operator in charge was Liu Xiaoyu. She said, âAccording to the information here, Tong Qian from Zhongshan City is in a state of disconnection. We canât get through to her satellite positioning device, and the last known location is inside the Caesar Hotel in Zhongshan City. Are you sure you want to try calling now?â
âDo as I say,â Yang Jian immediately responded.
âOkay,â Liu Xiaoyu replied gravely, for she knew that Yang Jian was once again in the midst of a paranormal event, putting himself in great danger.
If it werenât necessary, she wouldnât interfere with any of Yang Jianâs actions.
But at Yang Jianâs request, she notified Tong Qianâs operator and chose to attempt reconnecting the call.
âThe call is through,â Liu Xiaoyu immediately said.
Yang Jian frowned, âThereâs no tone when the call connects? I need to pinpoint the exact location of the call. Positioning can only give me an approximation.â
âThereâs no connection tone because of security considerations, but I can play some sound here in the communications room that will come through on that sideâs phone. That could act as a connection tone,â Liu Xiaoyu suggested.
âGood, start now,â Yang Jian instructed.
Liu Xiaoyu instantly contacted Tong Qianâs operator, preparing to play a piece of music.
âLittle bunny, be good, open the doorâŠâ A cartoon tune began to play.
The sound didnât come from Yang Jianâs phone, but suddenly started playing in the hotel lobby.
Although the sound was faint, Yang Jian and Xiong Wenwen kept quiet, and the surrounding silence was almost terrifying, so they could hear it fairly clearly.
And the source of this sound was⊠coming from the body of the female receptionist.
âHow did Tong Qianâs phone end up on this thing?â Xiong Wenwen exclaimed, instinctively hiding behind Yang Jian.
He suspected that after Tong Qian was killed by a ghost, the ghost took possession of her phone.
That is to say, this female receptionist was also a ghost.
Yang Jian squinted his eyes, staring intently at the female receptionist.
She still had a smile on her face, standing there like a corpse with no other expression.
âYou ask why Tong Qianâs phone is on this female receptionist. Thatâs because this female receptionist is Tong QianâŠâ Yang Jian suddenly announced a terrifying conclusion.
âYouâre lying; these two people look nothing alike.â Xiong Wenwen sneaked another glance. Although this older sister was also quite pretty, she was definitely not the same as Tong Qian.
Yang Jian said, âItâs just the faces that are different. Their figures are similar. Donât forget the ghost we encountered before â it could strip peopleâs faces. Since it can remove someoneâs face, swapping it with another is also possible.â
Xiong Wenwen was momentarily stunned, because, after hearing him say that, it did seem possible.
âBut whether it is or isnât will be known after a try,â Yang Jian cautiously walked forward, but a headless shadow at his feet eerily stood up first and swiftly ran behind the female receptionist.
The Ghost Shadowâs approach didnât elicit any reaction from the female receptionist, who still wore a slight smile, her expression somewhat rigid.
Yet, no reaction didnât mean Yang Jian was reassured.
Soon, the Ghost Shadowâs stature gradually shrank to match the height and figure of the female receptionist and then took a step forward, quickly merging into her body.
The female receptionistâs body shuddered slightly; she became as still as a puppet, not moving an inch.
At that moment, her body was taken over by the Ghost Shadow.
Yang Jian took a look and then confidently walked over.
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