The dim cold light of the computer screen reflected on Ding Yuan's face as the investigators in the principal's office moved forward, separating Ding Yuan and his assistant from each other.
Without any communication, Li Xiu just gave a look, and his old comrade in arms silently reached for the knife hidden under his clothes—it was all planned in advance.
The sharp knife slowly rose in the darkness, and Li Xiu's mouth curved upwards, his eyes locked on Ding Yuan's vulnerable neck, "Old Ding, your temper really needs to change."
"Bang!"
Before the blade could fall, the door to the principal's office was suddenly flung open by a force, and a shadow quickly passed by.
"Someone's outside!" Ding Yuan's assistant shouted, sensing something was amiss. He pushed through the other investigators and started running outside with Ding Yuan.
"Has the office building also been invaded by ghosts?"
"Go out and take a look!"
