Zhao Kaiming moved quickly, picking a secluded spot with few people around.
But unfortunately, a couple happened to be passionately kissing in a shadow not far away. When the girl opened her eyes in a daze, she happened to witness the scene of Zhao Kaiming throwing away the Ghost Infant.
This caused the sweet-looking girl to shudder, and she hurriedly pushed away the young man in front of her.
"What is it, babe?" The young man looked at her in confusion.
The girl hesitated, wondering if she had seen wrong. She spoke to the young man in front of her:
"Hey, in the car that just passed by, it seemed like someone threw something into the alley..."
But when it came to what the car had thrown, she didn't continue speaking for a long time.
Because she really wasn't sure if it was just too dark and her eyes had played tricks on her. The thing that had been thrown seemed to be... a two or three-year-old child!
"What? Why stop mid-sentence?" The young man casually asked, then tried to lean in again.
"Hey, don't rush. I wanted to say—the person in the car seemed to have thrown a... child into that alley over there!"
"Huh? A child?"
The young man was a bit dumbfounded. Who would just throw away a child here?
But when he saw the girl's dazed and frightened expression, to show off his courage as a boyfriend, he patted his chest and said:
"Let's just go take a look."
He spoke lightly, but their movements were still sluggish as they slowly approached the alley.
When they got close, the couple peered into the alley using the streetlights, then simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
There was nothing strange or terrifying in the alley—just a trash bin placed against the wall.
Next to the trash bin were several bags of garbage. One of the bags had spilled open, presumably thrown out by the person in the car just now.
"Ha, so it was just a garbage bag. Let's go, let's go. Scaring ourselves for nothing. Look at how timid you are."
"Hey, stop it. Weren't you a bit scared by what I said just now?"
"I was just playing along with you. It sets the mood. I actually quite like this vibe."
"Oh, stop pretending~"
The couple playfully left the alley, but what they didn't notice was that on top of the wall on one side of the alley, a completely naked, bluish-black child was quietly lying on the eaves, its head tilted, staring fixedly at them with those completely pitch-black, eerie eyes devoid of even a trace of white.
After the couple walked away, the Ghost Infant moved. It crawled flat against the wall, leaving behind black footprints, and quickly followed them.
By the time Zhao Kaiming returned to the residence arranged for him by headquarters in Dachang City, as soon as he reached the entrance, he saw a shoebox placed at the villa's doorway.
Walking closer, he saw a note stuck to the box.
[A gift for Zhao Kaiming. Do not open if you are not the intended recipient.]
Zhao Kaiming's expression was cold. He stared at the box on the ground for a long time without moving, and nobody knew what he was thinking.
After a long while, he finally bent down, picked up the box, and walked into the villa.
Entering the living room, he placed the box on the table, took out a golden pistol from his waist, cocked it, then—gun in one hand—slowly lifted the lid with the other.
The lid was opened a crack. Zhao Kaiming peered inside through the gap. After seeing what was within, he flung the lid open.
Inside the box were only three items.
A face-down photograph, a face-down piece of paper, and a phone card.
Zhao Kaiming's expression relaxed slightly. He put down the gun and reached in to take out the face-down photograph on top.
But the moment he turned the photo over, Zhao Kaiming's expression instantly changed drastically.
Because there was only one person in that photo, and that person was Wang Liang—the one he had just recently tracked down and killed using the Wish-Granting Ghost's supernatural surprise attack!
In the photo, Wang Liang's gaze held disdain as he flipped him the middle finger.
"Who sent this!"
Zhao Kaiming sprang to his feet, his eyes staring dead at the photo in his hand.
But right at that moment, he discovered that the photo in his hand was suddenly undergoing a bizarre change.
The Wang Liang in the photo moved. His figure rapidly transformed into a white-clothed female ghost with disheveled hair. The portrait enlarged in the photo, as if about to invade into reality.
Terror appeared on Zhao Kaiming's face. Realizing this was a supernatural attack targeting him, he immediately wanted to throw away the photo.
But an arm—with deathly pale skin covered in horrifying black veins—suddenly shot out from the photo in his hand and grabbed his face.
"Ahhh! Get it off! Get it off me!!"
Relative: -1.
A blurry, gloomy figure appeared beside Zhao Kaiming. Without any visible movement from that figure, the bizarre photo and the ghastly pale arm that had invaded reality suddenly exploded in midair, turning to dust.
After completing this, the blurry, gloomy figure vanished into the air once more.
Zhao Kaiming staggered back a few steps in disarray. His calves hit the sofa, and he collapsed onto it, gasping heavily for breath.
At this moment, the lower half of Zhao Kaiming's face and the skin and flesh around the bridge of his nose had rotted to a certain degree—he was clearly half-disfigured.
And if one looked closely, one could roughly make out that the rotting flesh on his face formed the shape of a palm.
"Damn it, it's Wang Liang. It has to be that Wang Liang. He didn't die! How could he not die! What right does he have to not die!!"
Zhao Kaiming was furious. The moment his hand touched his face, he felt a sharp pain. He took out his phone, opened the camera, and took a selfie. Upon seeing the half-disfigured wound on his face, his heart burned with even greater rage, and a measure of fear arose as well.
After a long while, Zhao Kaiming on the sofa finally regained his composure. His expression was terrifyingly gloomy.
"Who the hell is this Wang Liang! Why didn't he die? I clearly saw that rotting corpse on the ground. Did you kill the wrong person?! Can you even make mistakes?!"
Zhao Kaiming stared fixedly at the empty air beside him, but no one responded.
"No. Once a target is confirmed, a ghost won't make a mistake. There's something wrong with that Wang Liang. That guy..."
This kind of supernatural attack from Wang Liang made Zhao Kaiming's heart tremble. He felt that things were somewhat slipping out of his control. If it was a photo this time, what would it be next time?
For Zhou Zheng's Ghost Infant, he had attacked an international criminal police officer who, though newly joined to headquarters, was obviously quite powerful.
In the end, he had sacrificed a relative and had the Wish-Granting Ghost take action, yet had failed to kill the other party.
Well, wasn't that just great. The other party didn't even let the night pass before taking revenge. That very night, through some bizarre supernatural means, he had struck back—actually managing to attack him through a mere photo.
If not for the Wish-Granting Ghost, just now the female ghost attacking from the photo would have rotted away his entire head and torn it off.
His own constitution was merely that of an ordinary person. He only had a transactional relationship with the Wish-Granting Ghost. His resistance against this kind of supernatural force was even inferior to that of ordinary ghost controllers.
Zhao Kaiming's face darkened as he looked at the box on the table again. The photo was meant to be a vicious act of revenge against him. What about the others?