The sky was gradually darkening, and the streetlights on the side of the road appeared somewhat ominous. A young man in a suit walked out of the forensic room. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, his hair impeccably styled, and his handsome face gave off an air of professional talent from any angle. However, his expression was overly haggard at the moment.

Luo Bing felt empty inside, and until now, he hadn't recovered from the shock.

Why would his mother Bai Wenqiu suddenly commit suicide?

At 1 p.m. this afternoon, the assistant manager found Bai Wenqiu hanging from the ceiling in the office and immediately called the police. After a forensic examination, Bai Wenqiu was determined to have died from cerebral hypoxia. There were no signs of struggle before her death, and there were no external injuries or strangulation marks on her body.

Later, the surveillance footage in the corridor was reviewed and it was discovered that Bai Wenqiu had not left the office in the half hour before her death, nor had she had any contact with anyone else. Based on the comprehensive investigation results, the police preliminarily concluded that Bai Wenqiu's cause of death was suicide by hanging.

However, Luo Bing didn't believe this.

There was no reason for Bai Wenqiu to commit suicide for no apparent reason. It was definitely... definitely related to Luo Xiaoming's curse!

Luo Bing took out his phone and called Luo Qingyuan, telling him everything.

"Dad, this is what happened. Are you and mom coming back or not?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and finally, he said, "I'll handle Xiaoming's discharge procedures and take care of some other things. We'll leave in the evening."

There was a twelve-hour time difference between M Country and here. It was currently 7 a.m. in Luo Qingyuan's location, and with the time it would take to fly, Luo Qingyuan would be able to return tomorrow evening.

After hanging up with his father, Luo Bing received a call from the board of directors, informing him that there would be an emergency meeting at the company tomorrow morning and expressing their condolences for Bai Wenqiu's death, hoping that Luo Bing wouldn't be too grief-stricken.

Luo Bing then received various calls from relatives, friends, and colleagues... They all expressed their condolences, but Luo Bing had no mood to chat with these people and only responded indifferently.

After receiving several calls, another call came in from an unknown number. Impatiently, Luo Bing answered the phone and tried to control his tone.

"Hello."

"...crackling..."

Whether it was poor signal or a problem with the phone, Luo Bing could only hear a burst of unpleasant noise, like an old tape recording.

"Who is this?" Luo Bing raised his voice.

"Crackling... within three days... I will kill you..."

This was the first time Luo Bing had heard such an eerie voice. Every word was filled with a chilling coldness, as if it were a pronouncement of death, causing his heartbeat to suddenly skip a beat.

"Who the hell are you?!"

There was no response. The call was hung up.

A prank?

Luo Bing took a deep breath and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He checked his call history to find the person he had just talked to, but the recent call records... showed that the call just now didn't appear, and his phone didn't receive that call.

Luo Bing suddenly remembered that Bai Wenqiu had mentioned unintentionally a couple of days ago that someone had prank called her.

Could it be... the thing on the phone was the culprit who killed his mother, and now it was coming to kill him?

He suddenly had the feeling that his days were numbered, with both resentment and fear surging up, and the latter's emotion was even more intense.

...

It was late at night, and the wind blew in through the car window, adding a sense of icy loneliness. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Luo Bing had a strong feeling of being watched. He couldn't even concentrate while driving.

Luo Bing simply turned on the music, allowing the chaotic and noisy heavy metal rock to alleviate his fear.

Normally, Luo Bing lived in a high-rise building near the sea in S City, but today he had a change of heart. He decided to spend the night in a storefront in the Baihua Residential Area.

The Baihua Residential Area was located in the city, next to the commercial street. Its location was advantageous, but due to the constant flow of traffic on the highway, there was too much noise and it was not suitable for people who enjoyed peace and quiet.

Luo Qingyuan had bought a storefront here before as a temporary transit point for the company. After the company expanded, the house was left vacant.

The reason Luo Bing chose this place was because it was lively enough. No matter what emergency occurred, he could seek help from others and escape. Besides, he was acquainted with the security guards here.

After entering the house, Luo Bing turned on all the lights in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, activated the indoor surveillance, and contacted the security guards at the entrance, instructing them to keep watch. If anything strange happened, they should immediately call the police.Upon hearing such a strange request from Luo Bing, the three security guards looked puzzled. "Young Master Luo, do you want us to 'monitor' you?" they asked.

"Yes, I'm asking for your help. I'll triple your overtime pay," Luo Bing said seriously.

"But won't this invade your privacy?"

"It's fine, feel free to watch me! The bathroom cameras are on too, so you can't escape even if I go to the toilet. Keep an eye on me!"

The three security guards exchanged glances. They suspected that something might be wrong with Young Master Luo, but they couldn't refuse a job that offered such a high payment.

Returning to the living room filled with cameras, Luo Bing took off his suit jacket and used it as a pillow as he lay down on the sofa. The constant noise of traffic outside the window, the bright lights in the center of the living room, and the eye contact with the cameras made Luo Bing feel somewhat at ease.

Ever since he experienced that terrifying incident in his childhood, Luo Bing had developed a psychological shadow towards ghosts and monsters. Despite being almost thirty years old, he was more afraid of those dirty things than many others.

Luo Bing took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He randomly selected someone - "Rachel Jones," the foreign girl he had met last month. She was less than twenty years old but mature and open-minded.

Luo Bing chatted with Rachel in English for a while. Rachel said she was free in the evening and wanted to be with Luo Bing.

This was already implied. However, Rachel already had a boyfriend, and Luo Bing was not a fan of being a home-wrecker, so he politely declined the invitation.

Luo Bing began contacting other girls. He had hundreds of phone numbers in his contacts, half of which were young single women.

As someone who had achieved success through knowledge and being born into a wealthy family, Luo Bing had a good reputation in high society and had no shortage of pursuers. Even in the late night, if Luo Bing wanted, he could have most of the girls on the other end of the phone come to him, excluding a few difficult spoiled princesses.

Luo Bing also considered calling a few girls to be with him, perhaps to attract the resentment of ghosts or to boost his courage. But the girls could be in danger...

After much hesitation, Luo Bing called a pair of sisters - his own life was more important.

Later on, while waiting for their arrival, Luo Bing contacted Luo Qingyuan and learned that the formalities for Little Ming's discharge from the hospital had been completed and he was about to book a flight back.

Luo Bing hoped his father would leave Little Ming in M country and not care about him anymore, but he didn't say anything. If he said something inappropriate, his father would probably be disappointed in him.

At half-past eight in the evening, Luo Bing received a call from the security guards, informing him that two girls were waiting at the door. Luo Bing asked them to let the girls in and opened the door to greet them.

The two girls were sisters, and they were quite cute. The older sister was named Yi Yun, and the younger sister was named Yi Xiao. They were still in college and came from a wealthy background, although compared to Luo Bing, they seemed plain.

Holding hands nervously, they sat opposite Luo Bing. After receiving a call from Young Master Luo, they were both surprised and worried. They made full preparations and dressed up after taking a shower before coming over.

"Luo Bing, is there anything you want us to do?" the older sister asked, her face slightly blushing as she spoke.

Luo Bing glanced at them and asked, "Can you play any games?"

"Huh?" Yi Yun was confused.

"Do you know how to play PUBG... cough, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?"

"...I know a little," the younger sister timidly replied.

"Then let's play some games." Luo Bing took out three laptops from the room.

...

Luo Bing was not a herbivorous man, but he feared that being stared at by ghosts would make him incapable. Furthermore, there were three security guards watching the surveillance, and playing games was a good way to pass the time.

So Luo Bing spent the whole night playing games with the two sisters. Surprisingly, the younger sister Yi Xiao was a pro at the game, leading Luo Bing and Yi Yun, the two noob teammates, to victory.

Finally, they were too tired to continue playing and fell asleep on the table. Yi Xiao had a lot of fun, while Yi Yun was completely confused throughout the night. She didn't expect Young Master Luo would call them just to play games, and she never thought her sister would be so good at it...

In short, Luo Bing safely survived what he believed to be the most dangerous first night. However, his misfortune was far from over, or rather, the series of bizarre events centered around him had just begun.The next morning, Luo Bing saw off the two sisters and then freshened up before heading to the company for an impromptu meeting. For Jiuchuan Company, Bai Wenqiu's death was a big deal. First of all, she was a major shareholder of the company, just like Luo Qingyuan, and her shares needed to be transferred to either Luo Qingyuan or Luo Bing according to the law. Secondly, she held the position of general manager, which involved a lot of responsibilities. In order to not disrupt the company's operations, the board of directors needed to quickly appoint a new general manager. Since Luo Qingyuan was absent, Luo Bing had to be present to sign off on the decisions.

The meeting room was large, with a black oval conference table in the center, capable of seating about thirty to forty people. Luo Bing, as the main character, sat in the center, while the vice directors, shareholders, employee representative, observers, and others sat on the sides.

Following the usual practice, before discussing the matter of the general manager, each person needed to give a brief work report, which would take about half an hour. While waiting, Luo Bing sat in his chair, hands tightly clasped, silent, and somewhat dissatisfied.

Bai Wenqiu was his mother, but for the company, she was just a senior executive. No one would accompany him in grief. They only cared about their own interests.

Although this was normal, he still felt a sense of suffocation.

He didn't even have time to grieve, because a lot of work was now falling on his shoulders. Even if Luo Qingyuan returned, he couldn't escape from it.

Luo Bing stayed in a daze for a while. Unconsciously, the voices around him became quieter and quieter, and eventually… silence fell. When he snapped back to reality and looked up in astonishment, he found that everything around him had changed.

The dark clouds outside the window blocked the sunlight, and the conference room became gloomy.

There were no longer any vice directors, employee representatives, or anyone like that. In their place were peculiar gypsum mannequins. All the gypsum figures were turning their heads, looking at him in a strange posture.

Only the heavy sound of Luo Bing's breathing remained in the conference room.

The gaze of the gypsum figures was even more terrifying than that of real people. No one knew what they were thinking beneath their cold exterior.

Where... where exactly is this?!

"Evil demons, ghosts, leave quickly… Evil demons, ghosts, leave quickly... It's fake, all fake..." Luo Bing silently repeated in his mind, closed his eyes, and then abruptly opened them.

In front of his eyes were still many gypsum figures. Whether it was an illusion or not, those gypsum figures seemed to be slightly closer to him.

Can these gypsum figures move?

Cold sweat broke out on Luo Bing's forehead. He became even more frightened. He wanted to stand up and leave this eerie place, but his shoulders were held down by two small hands. The strength of the hands was so great that even his butt couldn't leave the chair.

"Don't move," a gentle voice came from behind.

He stiffened his body, slowly lifted his head, and saw a pair of pitch-black pupils staring at him. Luo Bing's tightly wound nerves finally snapped, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.

"Emmmm..."

Looking down at the unconscious man, Xu Fang was speechless. He clearly wore the beautiful contact lenses, so how did he still manage to scare people?

But the current situation...

Xu Fang observed the gypsum figures for a while. Their gazes had all shifted to focus on Xu Fang.

Bizarre events really happened everywhere.