After repeated observation, Gao Ming could confirm that in this hidden underground room, there was no one else besides him and the investigator.
"The Fierce Ghost isn't on my side? But why doesn't the investigator run? He's sitting on the chair, not tied by ropes, he can totally leave the chair on his own!"
The chair the investigator was sitting on was made of metal and leather, stained with large patches of blood on the backrest and cushion.
"Help me! Save me!" The investigator sat motionless on the chair, shouting loudly, but didn't even dare to tilt his body, as if he was deliberately luring Gao Ming over. Yet, looking at his face dripping with cold sweat, it didn't seem like he was lying.
"What are you afraid of? What's hidden in the room?" It was clearly a trap, how could Gao Ming dare to approach directly?
The investigator shook his head slightly, sweat rolling down; he wasn't ignorant, but he was too scared to speak.
