"The words you just said were pretty good, they spooked Wei Chenghe and that kid." Qu Dong handed the food in his hand to Qian Cangyi, "Don't worry, I'm not like them. I once went through the same experience as you."
"Were you hunted too?" Qian Cangyi started having his dinner.
"No, if I was also hunted by the ghosts you mentioned, I would have been dead by now. I once saw a face that was upside down. My neighbor was killed by 'them', and I still don't know who 'they' are? Why they kill people, but this matter has perplexed me for over a decade. If I could solve this mystery, I think I would be reborn." Qu Dong's expression was very serious.
"Aren't you... cold?" Qian Cangyi pointed to Qu Dong's feet. He was wearing flip-flops.
"Don't talk this nonsense. You guys have done so much to make the police believe you. It certainly isn't just to criticize the atheists. So what is your ultimate goal? Can the police help you?" Qu Dong didn't seem to care.
