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Because the man closed the door after entering.

Seeing that he couldn't leave for the time being, Chris quickly floated to the vicinity of the desk.

He wanted to observe closely what the man was doing.

At that moment, the man was sitting at his desk, picking up a rolled-up piece of white paper, dipping a quill pen in black ink, and beginning to carefully draw some pattern on the paper.

Chris confirmed that the other person could not see him.

Without any hesitation, he floated directly to the other person's shoulder and carefully observed the pattern the other person was drawing.

As the man continued to describe, Chris began to understand something.

This appears to be a simple flat map.

Why draw a map?

Chris was a little confused.

The other person seemed to be in a hurry, as if they were busy with something important.

The fact that the other party was able to carry a gun suggests that their identity is likely related to the government, or that they are a member of some illegal organization.

Moreover, the fact that the other party is connected to the extraordinary events that the original owner encountered suggests that the other party is very likely not an ordinary person.

Chris was filled with a lot of speculation at that moment.

But because it has no body and cannot speak, it can only drift around.

He himself was unaware that a faint yellow mark was now present on his body, which could not be reflected in a mirror.

The man drew maps extremely quickly, as if he would forget them if he didn't draw them immediately.

The man held a quill pen, switching back and forth between the ink bottle and the paper.

The man's gaze seemed to be focused on the map drawn in front of him, but he glanced at the empty area to his upper left corner out of the corner of his eye.

soon.

The man put the quill pen back into the ink bottle.

He blew on the paper to speed up the drying of the ink.

He then folded the paper with the brief map drawn on it into a palm-sized square and put it in the pocket of his shirt.

He turned and walked to the side, picked up the revolver, and with a gentle flick of his right hand, the cylinder popped out. After confirming that all six bullets were in, he flicked it again to reset the cylinder.

He stored the revolver in a concealed holster on his waist.

He then quickly put on his trench coat and strode towards the door.

Chris, who was floating in the air, was unable to dodge and was once again passed right through by the man.

Although he had no physical form, the feeling of being repeatedly passed through still made him feel slightly offended.

But before he could think any further, the man quickly walked to the door, pulled it open, and Chris swiftly moved towards the door.

He feared that if he missed this chance to leave, he would be trapped in this room until the dream ended.

Just as Chris floated up behind the man, about to leave with him.

A loud bang came from outside the door.

The man's figure suddenly retreated.

Chris couldn't dodge in time and was pierced by the man again.

This time, Chris didn't have time to internally complain.

Several loud bangs came from outside the door and behind him almost simultaneously.

Looking at the scene outside the door, Chris realized that a fierce gunfight was taking place there.

The gunfight started quickly and ended quickly.

He saw two men in black suits outside the door, their white shirts splattering with blood almost simultaneously, before they fell backward.

Behind him, hurried footsteps sounded again.

The man passed through the spot where Chris had been.

He ignored the two people lying on the ground by the door and strode out of the room.

Seeing this, Chris didn't hesitate and followed immediately.

The man did not use a running posture, but his movement speed was unusually fast.

Chris's floating speed has an upper limit; he can barely keep up with the speed of the man.

The room we just saw was on the second floor.

Downstairs, the noise had already attracted the attention of many people on the street.

Ignoring the strange and curious looks from others, the man strode quickly eastward along the road.

After walking about two hundred meters, the man turned and walked into a dark alley.

Chris followed closely behind the man.

For some reason, he always felt that the man walking quickly in front of him gave him a very strange feeling.

The buildings on both sides of the alley are seven or eight stories high. It must be sometime during the day, but the sun is not directly overhead, so the alley is very poorly lit.

Although Chris has transformed into this ghostly state, his ability to perceive his surroundings still primarily relies on a special kind of vision and hearing.

Inside this alley, his vision was somewhat limited, but fortunately, his hearing became increasingly sensitive.

Just as Chris was wondering who this man was and where he was going.

The man suddenly stopped and turned around, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed directly at Chris's "forehead".

Chris stared at the gun barrel pointed directly at him, and his non-existent heart seemed to begin to beat rapidly.

Even though he couldn't make a sound, he could still hear rapid heartbeats in his ears.

"Can he see me?"

Chris's mind raced; he could hardly believe that the other person had managed to find him.

After all, even he himself couldn't see himself in the mirror.

How did the other party discover him?

Some extraordinary means?

Chris suddenly realized that this man was able to appear in this dream and become the protagonist of the story he was watching.

The possibility that the other party is an extraordinary being is very high.

So, this state of his/herself can be detected by some extraordinary means?

But even if the other party discovers it, what can they do?

In his current state, he should be immune to physical attacks, right?

Or is it that the revolver in the opponent's hand has the ability to harm things like ghosts or spirits?

Just as Chris was pondering how to explain his state to the other person and that he meant no harm,

A trembling voice came from behind him.

"Detective Jack... I'm Theodore, sent by the company to assist you. We've met before."

Upon hearing this, Chris's floating body paused slightly.

He turned around abruptly and saw a figure standing about five meters behind him, with part of the figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

This is a young man wearing a black suit and with short, light yellow hair.

The rapid, intense pounding of a heart was emanating from the other person's chest.

"So it wasn't my heartbeat after all..." Chris looked at the blond man who had suddenly appeared and couldn't help but start to scrutinize him.

Was the other person following me the whole time?

No, it should be that he kept following the man in the trench coat.

But why didn't he hear any footsteps from the other person?

Chris's gaze suddenly fell on the blond man's feet.

The other person's black leather shoes were still mostly hidden in the darkness.

Although the alley is dark, it's impossible for it to be completely dark without any color.

Based on the scene of the other party's body slowly emerging from the shadows, Chris knew that the blond man in front of him was also an extraordinary being.