"Where's the ghost?"
Captain Huo looked at Qin Zhao with a complex expression.
"She's gone to tip someone off."
Qin Zhao walked in one direction, the others hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed her.
There was hardly any light inside the abandoned factory, and now it had gotten dark.
Qin Zhao did not lead them far before they left the factory.
Because a car had plunged into the river and the area was quite remote, they couldn't hail a taxi, so they had to call the police station to pick them up.
"Miss Qin, I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding earlier."
After making the call, Captain Huo took the initiative to apologize to Qin Zhao.
If Qin Zhao really intended to harm them, she would not have rescued them in the river earlier.
"It's okay."
Qin Zhao's expression was indifferent; she didn't care much about such matters.
Instead, she was pondering over something strange.
Why did the Ghost help the killer conceal the truth?
