Hai Mingzhu shuddered inwardly, having observed Manager Song's behavior all this time, she had been inclined to believe in the idea of ghostly possession. Yet, not wanting to seem superstitious, she had always reminded herself to believe in science. But given their current circumstances, and after hearing Xun Jiasheng's words, she was now almost completely convinced of Manager Song's ghostly affliction.
"You think that the seeds of his misfortune were sown when he personally verified the non-existence of the 13th floor, and that they are just now coming to fruition?" Shen Yue thought for a moment before asking.
"So you've had the same thought!" Xun Jiasheng brightened, as if having found a like-minded person, "I felt it too when we were in the elevator, thinking then just as you are now!"
Desperate to vindicate himself as a prescient, Xun Jiasheng added, "Let me share another detail with you."
"Please do." said Shen Yue courteously.
