The operation had failed, and it would be extremely foolish to continue lingering in the center of Dachang City.
Yang Jian didn't even dare to retrieve his own car; he used the power of the Ghost Domain to bring Zhang Han and Wang Xiaoming back to Guanjiang Residential Complex.
A red light fell from the gloomy sky, and suddenly, three people appeared out of thin air on the asphalt of the complex.
Compared to other places, the complex had, for some reason, started to buzz with activity; nearby, the sound of construction sites working overtime could be heard, and some apartment buildings had their lights on, as if people had already moved in.
"Get me a computer; I need to write a report," Wang Xiaoming scanned the area, judging that it was temporarily safe.
Being away from the city center and having a sparse population meant it could take a while for the Ghost Infant to reach this area.
Yang Jian gave him a look.
The relationship between him and Wang Xiaoming wasn't very good; they simply fulfilled their duties with no further interaction. Now that the operation had failed, despite a vendetta for his brother's death, he remained calm.
"Come over to my house for a bit, rest for a few days, and start thinking about how to stay alive," Yang Jian said.
"What about you, Zhang Han?"
Zhang Han's gaze shifted slightly, "Is it safe here?"
"Is there anywhere safe in Dachang City? But this place is far from the city center, convenient for transportation, suitable for running away and saving our lives," Yang Jian said; "Although survival isn't guaranteed, at the very least we can live a bit longer."
"I'm going to bring my family over here; do you have any place to settle?" Zhang Han hesitated.
He felt since Yang Jian was living here, it must be safer than other places.
Yang Jian said, "I'll give you a villa, pick any you like; at this point, there's no need to be picky."
"Thank you," Zhang Han nodded, then immediately turned and left.
"What are you planning to build?" Wang Xiaoming's gaze shifted, looking towards the construction site.
At such a time, the rush construction work must be for something very important.
"A safety house; you'll know about it soon," Yang Jian said.
"You took all of Dachang City's gold reserves just to build a safety house?" Wang Xiaoming said, "You indeed had already prepared an escape plan, but do you think it'll work?"
"Whether it works or not, we have to try. As long as the safety house is successfully built, if nothing unexpected happens, it should last a month or two, no problem. With time, some situations are bound to change. You should feel lucky; the Criminal Investigation Department specifically instructed me to save your life."
"Although I'm not too keen on saving you, you are quite useful. I'll show you mercy this time. If it were a normal situation, for Wang Xiaoqiang's sake, I would have had you wiped out completely. That bastard wasn't worth saving."
Wang Xiaoming said, "If you're going to kill me, now's the best time when there's no one around, a good opportunity."
"That's not important anymore. If you survive this time, you owe me a Ghost Candle," Yang Jian said.
"Even if I survive, I can't make the decision on that thing."
Wang Xiaoming said, "If you can solve this supernatural event, with that merit, getting a Ghost Candle would be easy. If I survive, I can offer you another product, newly developed and recently successful."
The two of them continued talking and soon entered the villa.
The hall was brightly lit, as if turning on every possible light without concern for cost.
It seemed to provide a little more sense of security to the people inside.
But it was of little use.
Because there was no sun in Dachang City, the temperature dropped rapidly. Jiang Yan, clad in a loose-knit sweater, sat on the sofa, munching on something while watching TV. However, besides Wang Yan, there were a few unexpected guests.
It was Wang Bin, Wang Haiyan, and their daughter Wang Shanshan, a family of three.
"Your classmate and her parents came over at noon and have been squatting here ever since, waiting for you to return. They called you earlier, but you didn't take your phone with you." Jiang Yan said with a pout.
"President Yang, Professor Wang, it's nice to see you." Wang Bin immediately stood up, his face donning a respectful smile.
Wang Haiyan, standing aside, felt a bit awkward upon seeing Yang Jian again and chuckled sheepishly, not knowing what to do.
After all, she had previously looked down upon her daughter's classmate with disdain.
Yang Jian glanced over and set his eyes on Wang Shanshan.
At that moment, Wang Shanshan sat motionless, her back ramrod straight, her complexion deathly pale without a trace of color. If her eyes hadn't been moving slightly, one could easily mistake her for a corpse.
But when Yang Jian looked at her, she also looked back at him.
Her eyes held a strange aloofness, as if human emotions were fading from her.
"Uncle Wang, what brings you here?" Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and asked.
"President Yang, is Dachang City haunted?"
Wang Bin's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he asked in a lower voice, "I saw with my own eyes yesterday how something ate a person alive on the street. This can't be just some gloom, right? It must be a supernatural event?"
"Big Sister Jiang, go and prepare a computer for Professor Wang. He needs it for some work." Yang Jian said.
"Alright. Professor Wang, follow me," Jiang Yan said as she stood up and took Wang Xiaoming upstairs.
Once the two had left, Yang Jian sat down, opened a bottle of water, and gulped down a few sips before saying, "Dachang City is indeed dangerous, and there's no point in hiding that. But for Uncle Wang's family to venture out so recklessly is extremely perilous. You're lucky to have made it here alive. On the other hand, how did you know I live here?"
"How would I know where you live, President Yang? It was Shanshan who told us," Wang Bin replied.
Yang Jian then continued to eat and turned to Wang Shanshan, "You shouldn't know I live here, since I've only been here for a short while."
Wang Shanshan raised her pale arm, on which the mark of a crimson eye became even more distinct, as though it was gaining contour to transform into a real eye.
"Sometimes I see some strange images."
"Is that so?" Yang Jian did not inquire further, surmising that since his Ghost Eye was nearing revival, Wang Shanshan must have been affected by it too.
"I wonder what pressing matter brought Uncle Wang here, risking such danger?"
He then turned to look at Wang Bin.
Wang Bin, somewhat embarrassed but still putting on a brave face, said, "Dachang City is dangerous, and I wanted to ask you, President Yang, if there's a safer place around. I was hoping you could watch over us."
Wang Haiyan, witnessing her husband's plea, felt even more embarrassed.
Who could have thought that in just over a month, her daughter's impoverished classmate would become a wealthy boss with a net worth of billions and work as some detective in Dachang City, and now her own family was asking for his help.
"There are no completely safe places. To be honest, even here it's not entirely safe, though it's somewhat better than other places at the moment. Since Uncle Wang has asked, I owe it to my classmate Wang Shanshan to offer some assistance," said Yang Jian. "Here's what we'll do: I'll have Jiang Yan prepare a room for your family to stay in for now. We can discuss the rest later."