Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 49 Investigation Site
Zhang Jingtian summoned the ghost marriage sedan and began to head towards the residential area where the security guard lived during his lifetime.

He had never even heard of that community before.

But when he arrived, he found that this place was even more gorgeous than the water city of Lidu where he was.

You can tell at first glance that this is a high-quality community.

After thinking about it, no matter how poor the security guard was, he was still a formal card maker and a staff member of the Public Security Bureau. He couldn't be that poor.

Even if it was Zhang Jingtian, if he resold all the materials, he would be able to buy a nice villa in the capital of the Ninth District.

Moreover, as an official card maker, it would be quite easy for him to find a good job in the capital.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingtian became even more confused. Why would the security guard commit suicide?
Even if you are under a lot of pressure in the Public Security Bureau, if you compare yourself with ordinary people, it should be easy to find that you are actually living a good life, right?

With deep doubts, Zhang Jingtian walked into the community.

And now, the building where the security guards live has been blocked off.

There were three men standing at the door, wearing black suits and sunglasses, who looked very prestigious.

When Zhang Jingtian approached, the three men almost simultaneously opened their arms to stop him.

"Young man, this place is blocked and you can't get in. Can't you read?"

"If you are a resident of this building, you can register with the property management, and then our Sheriff's Department will provide you with temporary accommodation."

Zhang Jingtian raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the Public Security Bureau was quite capable and did not even ask the Card Makers Association to intervene in the investigation.

At this time, he took out his bracelet and revealed his identity as an official card maker.

Sure enough, all three of them took off their sunglasses at the same time.

He is so young, but he is a formal card maker, which makes them a little envious.

Zhang Jingtian didn't have time to enjoy their gazes. He said bluntly, "Didn't your Director Tang tell you that I'm here to investigate this matter as well? I have some friendship with the security guy."

At this time, the man standing in the middle reacted. When their captain ordered the three of them to guard the gate, he did mention that a non-staff member of the Public Security Bureau would come to investigate.

But he didn't expect that this non-staff member would be so young and look like a high school student.

"Are you going in now?" Their status in the Public Security Bureau was even lower than Zhang Jingtian's, so they naturally didn't dare to pretend anymore.

Zhang Jingtian shook his head and looked at them instead:

"Are you familiar with him?"

At this point, the three of them looked at each other, and the one in the middle was responsible for summarizing and expressing:
"Actually, we're interns at the Public Security Bureau, so we're even more marginalized than security guards. Otherwise, our job wouldn't be to let people in here."

But the three of us just muddled along. If you look at our ages, you know, we were all in our thirties when we made our first card.

So we all know that we have no talent in this area, and we won't be sad or upset because of it. But An Bao seems to be different.

He seems to think he should achieve something, but there are too many powerful people in the Sheriff's Department."

At this time, the man on the left whispered, "And with so many geniuses now, he's bound to collapse. But even so, he wouldn't commit suicide. He must have a problem with his mentality, and the Scourge took advantage of it!"

Zhang Jingtian knew that he was the genius they were talking about.

The security mentioned in their conversation was no different from what Director Tang said.

A security guard is a person who is hard-working, ambitious but lacks sufficient ability.

In fact, there are many people like this. Zhang Jingtian feels that he was like this before he traveled through time.

But on the bright side, aren't they ambitious? Pulling back his scattered thoughts, Zhang Jingtian immediately asked, "You should have checked upstairs, right? Don't you see any traces of the Scourge?"

Everyone shook their heads. "No, it's as if the Scourge had never been here. It's very strange."

Zhang Jingtian nodded. Asking so many questions would be better than going up and taking a look himself.

The security guards lived on the eighth floor, and Zhang Jingtian took the elevator up.

When he walked into the elevator, he subconsciously summoned Painted Skin.

After going through the copy, he was worried that there might be a monster hiding in the elevator.

Painted Skin is inseparable from Zhang Jingtian, and she wishes she could use her body to surround Zhang Jingtian in 360 degrees without any blind spots.

There is only one door open on the eighth floor now. When Zhang Jingtian approached it, he didn't even smell a trace of strange scent.

"Painted Skin, do you notice anything wrong?"

Zhang Jingtian asked immediately.

As a painted skin of the ghost clan, it is more sensitive when sensing its own kind.

But she didn't smell any scent of her own kind at all and shook her head.

Zhang Jingtian's doubts grew, so he asked Painted Skin to walk in front to explore the way for him.

When Zhang Jingtian walked into the room, there were no bizarre supernatural phenomena like those in horror movies on TV.

He saw a boy's clean room.

There is a shoe rack at the door, with a lot of sneakers on it.

The living room was kept very clean, with no dirty underwear, smelly socks, or leftover takeout.

When you walk to the balcony, you can even see the green plants that Anbao used to raise, facing the sun and growing vigorously.

It can be seen that An Bao is a person who loves life. His house is much more worldly than Zhang Jingtian's own.

Why would such a person choose to commit suicide?
The last door is the bedroom, which is also where the security guard chose to hang himself.

This place was sealed by a card, but when Zhang Jingtian moved his bracelet over and confirmed his identity, the seal was automatically lifted.

I have to say, these cards are quite convenient and do not require any extra manpower.

Painted Skin was still leading the charge. There were no more corpses in the room, only the locations of the corpses marked with a pen.

Only in this bedroom, when Zhang Jingtian walked in, he felt a gloomy feeling.

When he was making the human-skin drum, he made eye contact with an unspeakable existence, and he became particularly sensitive to these strange auras.

He realized something was wrong almost at the same time as Painted Skin.

"He must have been affected by the Scourge. There are traces of it left here. But the Scourge guys seem to have moved away."

Zhang Jingtian was very sure that only a trace of this aura remained, but the real body was no longer here.

It's strange. A ghost that can control a silver card maker silently must be very powerful.

It can come and go without a trace, and no one has noticed?

Is it true that there are no card makers left in Lanruo City?
In the bedroom, Zhang Jingtian only found one strange thing.

(End of this chapter)