The "Zhang Yuan" on the fourth floor quickly disappeared into the corridor and entered the building, leaving Yang Jian's line of sight.
Losing track of the ghost was a dangerous situation.
However, due to the special nature of this ghost, Yang Jian believed that the people in the building were safe for the time being.
It was rare to come across a non-violent ghost.
In Yang Jian's view, the Mirror Ghost was like a breath of fresh air in the world of malevolent spirits.
"Although this ghost poses a low threat and can at most be classified as a Category C, Restricted level, it has one very troublesome characteristic: it seems that this ghost cannot be contained," Yang Jian reflected on the previous events.
The appearance and disappearance of this ghost were uncontrollable.
It was like a phantom that could appear and vanish at any moment.
This characteristic was not good news for a ghost controller.
Liu's team's efficiency was still very high.
Moreover, given that they were in their workplace with sufficient staff, finding a person in the entire building was quite easy.
One of the staff had already located "Zhang Yuan" on the surveillance footage in the control room.
"Captain Liu, we've confirmed the suspect's location; it's on the fifth floor in the archives room. The surveillance camera captured the suspect entering the archives room," they reported.
"Good, a few of you come with me. Immediately seal off the archives room, and the rest of you stay alert on the fourth floor. Keep an eye on all potential exits," Commander Liu ordered.
Liu then spoke into the phone, "Yang Jian, we've pinned him down, he's in the archives room on the fifth floor, hurry up and come here."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian looked up at the floors above and frowned.
He had a question: what was it that made this ghost linger in this building and unwilling to leave?
But the intentions of a ghost were unfathomable; sometimes they had clear objectives, and sometimes they didn't. In any case, it was a dangerous existence.
Yet, he entered the building again and went straight to the fifth floor.
At that moment, on the fifth floor.
Commander Liu arrived promptly and inquired, "What's the situation now? I hope nothing has gone wrong."
A security officer guarding the door of the archives room reported, "No incidents so far. The suspect went into the archives room and has been quiet ever since. There's no sign of the suspect at the door, and we have no reports of casualties among the staff."
"As long as everyone is safe, that's good," Commander Liu said. "You've done well. The best way to handle these things is to keep your distance. Don't get close, and definitely don't try to apprehend them."
"Dealing with them is not something we can do."
"Continue to be on the lookout. Yang Jian will be up here shortly, and he'll have a way to deal with it."
Supernatural incidents were best left to ghost controllers, as ordinary people getting involved was a dead end.
"Oh no, damn it, there are footsteps coming from inside, the suspect is about to come out," suddenly, one of the observers changed their expression and hurriedly reported.
Footsteps from dress shoes echoed on the floor of the quiet archives room, gradually approaching the door, clearly indicating that someone was about to come out from inside.
Everyone surrounding the area tensed up, their faces managing to stay calm, but their hearts had risen to their throats.
Because they were all aware of the kind of entity they were about to confront.
With a blur of movement.
A man dressed in a uniform appeared before everyone.
This person looked exactly like Zhang Yuan who was trapped in the mirror; even the badge looked the same, except that the lettering on it was reversed.
"Captain, why are you guys here?"
Zhang Yuan walked out unhurriedly, paused, and in surprise turned to address the approaching Captain Liu outside the door.
The moment these words were spoken, a chilling horror gripped the hearts of Liu and his team. 'Could this seemingly normal person really be a ghost?'
But the reality was right in front of them.
Commander Liu immediately warned, "Zhang Yuan, stay right there, don't move."
"Captain, what's wrong? What happened?" the "Zhang Yuan" in front of them asked.
"You are currently a major suspect, and I am ordering you to stay put and not move. Everything will be explained once Yang Jian arrives," Commander Liu said.
Zhang Yuan took another step, moving towards the door, and asked in confusion, "Yang Jian, who is that?"
"Stop, I'm ordering you to stop, do you hear me?" Commander Liu shouted.
As the team captain, he was responsible for the safety of everyone here. If this Zhang Yuan didn't obey commands, he'd take immediate action.
This Zhang Yuan was too much of a problem; he couldn't allow this person to leave the archives room.
"Yang Jian, who is it?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
"I order you to stop, don't walk any further," Captain Liu spoke.
"Captain, what's wrong? What happened?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
The repetitive, mechanical question and answer made everyone's pupils involuntarily shrink.
Indeed, Zhang Yuan was acting very abnormally.
Zhang Yuan didn't stop at Captain Liu's words; he kept walking, and now the distance to the door was less than five meters—and still closing.
"Damn it," Captain Liu gritted his teeth, no more hesitations, he drew his gun and fired.
A gunshot sounded quickly.
At such close range, it was impossible to miss.
The bullet hit Zhang Yuan's arm.
However, he saw Zhang Yuan's arm just tremble slightly, clearly gaining a new bullet hole, but no blood flowed from the wound, and the man did not fall to the ground; not even half a pained expression appeared on his face—it all remained so calm.
"Damn ghost thing," Captain Liu exclaimed in shock and anger.
This shot confirmed Zhang Yuan's identity beyond doubt.
Another person wanted to shoot.
But at this moment, they stopped themselves from doing so.
"It's useless, firearms can't handle this thing. Your weapons are good for criminals, but shooting at this thing is nothing more than a show of courage or a waste of bullets," Yang Jian said.
"Yang, Yang Jian?" Captain Liu was startled, his mind had been so tense he hadn't even noticed Yang Jian approaching.
Yang Jian was now looking at the Zhang Yuan who was close at hand.
Without a doubt, this was a ghost.
He had encountered this ghost before, only that time it had a different identity.
"Captain, are there any cases left unhandled today? I think I should go to work," Zhang Yuan said again with a natural demeanor, showing no signs of discordance.
But even this natural response couldn't hide the mechanical nature of his replies.
Captain Liu's warning had been fully witnessed by Yang Jian.
If he asked the same question to this person, he would receive the exact same response.
In an ordinary conversation, it would be very difficult to notice this flaw since it's unlikely for one to repeatedly ask the same question to another person.
"Is there a way to deal with it?" Captain Liu didn't respond to Zhang Yuan, but instead turned to inquire of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "It's not hard to deal with, but it's still only a temporary solution, not a cure. Special incidents are never that easy to resolve thoroughly."
"He's about to come out," Captain Liu suddenly changed color.
Zhang Yuan had reached the doorway.
Almost about to touch it.
Though Captain Liu and the other staff dared to engage with the most dangerous criminals, they didn't dare to face this special existence.
However, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly as he stood motionless at the door.
The method to handle this ghost was actually quite simple.
It had been pointed out by someone last time they met; all he had to do was to follow suit.
"What is your name?" Yang Jian asked.
"My name is Zhang Yuan," he replied naturally, even with a smile on his face.
Yang Jian said, "You don't have to pretend anymore, you are not Zhang Yuan, you are a ghost."
Immediately, the smile on Zhang Yuan's face stiffened, then he went back to being expressionless, and his complexion gradually turned pale, his body beginning to stiffen... At the same time, his figure was fading away.
Like a drawing being rapidly erased by an eraser.
A full-grown man vanished into thin air.
The personnel standing guard outside widened their eyes at this scene, feeling a shock as if their basic understanding of reality had been overturned.
Was this one of the urban legends—paranormal events?
They had heard about them, but this was their first time witnessing one.