Yang Jian immediately realized the incorrectness in the number of people around him and recognized that his previous concerns had materialized into reality.
At first, he suspected that there was a problem with the restaurant.
So, for safety's sake, he didn't finish eating and asked Zhang Wei to pay the bill and leave.
After leaving, Yang Jian temporarily set this matter aside, thinking that if the restaurant really had paranormal incidents, it didn't concern him; it was Zhao Kaiming's headache to deal with—not him.
But now, the situation hadn't disappeared simply because they had left the restaurant.
Instead, it had followed him and the others to the KTV.
"Another supernatural incident?" Yang Jian was already able to confirm this in his heart.
Some entity had stayed by their side in a way that went unnoticed by all, and it had been following them the whole time.
It had followed the group earlier to the restaurant.
Now... it had appeared in the KTV.
"Could it be another ghost?" Yang Jian thought as he looked at the beer cans on the table.
He was not very panicked.
If there really was a ghost, and it hadn't started killing people after such a long time of following them, it meant that the ghost's Terror Level was very low. Otherwise, they wouldn't have remained unharmed.
With experience from past incidents,
Yang Jian knew that acting recklessly without understanding the situation could easily lead to someone's death.
Since everything was calm at the moment, he could temporarily tolerate the presence of this fifth person until it started killing.
"If there really is a ghost, who brought it here?" Yang Jian glanced at the few people in the private room.
There weren't many people.
But he could immediately rule out Miao Xiaoshan and her cousin Shangguan Yun.
Because they were the last to arrive at the restaurant, the bowls and chopsticks had already appeared on the table before they came, which meant the ghost definitely didn't follow them.
"Did the ghost come with either Zhang Wei or Zhao Lei, or did it come with me?"
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly: "But I am the least likely suspect. As a ghost controller with two ghosts under my command, even if there really was a ghost, it wouldn't choose me as its first target,"
"So, it's very likely that the ghost came with Zhang Wei or Zhao Lei."
Yang Jian looked again at Zhang Wei, who was singing, and Zhao Lei, who was silently drinking.
Zhang Wei had said that a few days ago, he was playing finger-guessing games in front of a mirror and won all night, leaving his face swollen from hitting himself.
Although the behavior was somewhat remarkable, if it was true, his suspicion was great.
But Zhao Lei was also very suspect.
He had been very interested in paranormal events recently, investigating all over the place, visiting sealed neighborhoods, and closed parks, which gave off a professional death-seeking vibe, so the chance of being haunted by a ghost existed.
"Now that I've determined that the supernatural incident was brought by either Zhang Wei or Zhao Lei, I can try to find that ghost, or at the very least, make sure whether it is still in this private room or not."
Yang Jian looked at the not-so-large private room, feeling a chill at the thought that an unseen ghost was sitting somewhere with them.
A ghost eye on his forehead stretched open the flesh and slowly opened.
Then the scene seen by the ghost eye was transmitted into his mind.
It was a world engulfed in red light, with the entire private room appearing as if dyed in fresh blood, and even the people were enveloped in a faint red glow.
"What are you looking at?"
Suddenly, the very quiet Wang Shanshan raised her head and looked at Yang Jian.
To be precise, she was looking at the ghost eye on Yang Jian's head.
"I'm checking if there's a possibility of an invisible person in this private room," Yang Jian replied, a bit surprised as he looked at Wang Shanshan.
Had she sensed his use of the ghost eye's ability immediately?
And... at the moment the ghost eye opened, it seemed as though there was an indistinct connection between him and Wang Shanshan sitting beside him.
This connection arose from the ghost eye mark on her wrist.
Through that mark, Yang Jian felt as though he could control her entirely.
Out of curiosity, he tried it.
Wang Shanshan, who was next to him, abruptly stood up, a look of confusion and numbness on her face.
"What did I just do?"
Her expression flickered, and seeing herself suddenly standing up, she started to feel surprised and doubtful.
"You spaced out for a moment just now and didn't do anything," Yang Jian said calmly.
He could control Wang Shanshan directly, and even she didn't know what was happening, as if in some instant, something had forcibly taken over control of her body.
"Really? I indeed spaced out just now. Then what did you see?" Wang Shanshan asked.
"Nothing at all, everything is normal."
Yang Jian's ghostly eye didn't see that non-existent person in the private room.
But he felt it was strange.
Since even he couldn't see it, why didn't the service staff make a mistake when serving the drinks?
It must be that the service staff had counted the number of people in their group.
But how did he include a non-existent person in that count?
The service staff must be ordinary people and couldn't possibly have any special abilities.
"I'll step out for a moment."
Yang Jian felt the need to ask for clarification, and he immediately got up and left the private room.
Wang Shanshan also subconsciously wanted to follow him,
"Just sit here and keep an eye on things for me."
"Okay," Wang Shanshan nodded.
Yang Jian wasn't afraid that something might happen after he left; if anything was going to happen, it would have happened by now, not waited until this moment.
After making a round, he found the service staff of this place.
The server was a young man in his early twenties, wearing glasses, which made him look quite intellectual.
"Excuse me, how many people came to our private room just now? It seemed like you served us seven bottles of beer; did you make a mistake?" Yang Jian asked.
The server seemed puzzled, "No mistake, there were seven of you. How could I get it wrong?"
Upon hearing this response, Yang Jian immediately furrowed his brow.
The server had seen the ghost hidden among their group of people.
Yang Jian wanted to ask the server what that person looked like.
But the question stopped at the tip of his tongue.
It was a foolish question; the server didn't recognize any of them, how could he know which was human and which was a ghost. The looks were even more nonsensical.
Is it possible to describe someone's appearance precisely with words?
"Then may I ask, among those seven people, how many are women?" Yang Jian asked.
"Two, I guess. One with very fair skin, and the other looks quite cute. Why? Don't you recognize those two beauties?" the server asked in confusion.
"No, they are my classmates. I was just asking casually," Yang Jian replied. "I won't disturb you any longer; you can get back to your work."
"Alright, call me if you need anything," said the server.
After getting his answers, Yang Jian had a rough idea in his mind.
From the outside, he could judge... the ghost was a man.
But the questions in his heart didn't diminish.
Was the server able to see the ghost on his own, or did the ghost intentionally let him see it?
If it was the latter, Yang Jian wouldn't need to bother any more, but if it was the former, then the server being able to see the ghost meant he met the conditions for seeing ghosts.