In the quiet of the night, a car rapidly left the villa district.
Meanwhile, another black sedan drove in from outside, heading towards the villa.
The car entered through the gate and finally stopped at the entrance.
A man dressed in a black Zhongshan suit got out of the car. In his hand, he still held a string of dark red Buddha beads. His face exuded an elegant warmth, with his slightly light eyes deepened under the street lamps, as if covered by a thin mist. They were unclear to the gaze; a mole at the corner of his eye was particularly noticeable.
He seemed to be separated from the rises and falls of the world, unfathomable and incomprehensible.
He looked up at the upper floors.
"What happened?" he asked.
The butler who ran out of the house hurriedly replied, "Miss fell ill and was just sent to the hospital. She said... she said she saw a ghost..."
The butler was hesitant when he said this.
Miss's nerves have been becoming more and more sensitive and exaggerated lately.
