You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

Zhong Xun pretended not to notice the two's rejection and contempt, and followed Meng Jingting into the building.

There was no other way. It would be more dangerous for someone as weak as Zhong Xun to stay in the car. If he were tricked into getting out of the car by something, he wouldn't even know how he died. With Meng Jingting, the strongest protective barrier, he was actually safe.

Meng Jingting frowned slightly. Although it was a C-level miasma, it was clearly strange and had drawn Zhong Xun into it, making him uneasy.

"Stay close to me," Meng Jingting whispered instruction.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

Zhong Xun was not distracted; he was also staring at himself, his eyes calm and indifferent, yet there were indescribable emotions churning within.

They had known each other since childhood and had taken care of each other for many years. Even after Zhong Xun, the puppet, became such a scoundrel after marriage, Meng Jing never said a harsh word to him. She originally insisted on divorce, but Zhong Xun forcibly used pheromones and mental tentacles to cleanse her for a whole night, ruining her divorce plan. She only went out to hide for three to five days. In the current situation, she still has the mood to worry about his safety.

Zhong Xun did not associate this thoughtfulness with the Virgin Mary.

I'm an exception to his rules, Zhong Xun thought to himself.

"Okay." Zhong Xun smiled slightly, "I'll remember."

Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang exchanged a glance, both seeing shock on each other's faces.

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This doesn't seem like someone who's unreasonable, troublesome, or has lost their conscience.

He's clearly very sensible...

No! Old Ji, wake up!

As soon as I got to the first floor, the light bulbs overhead started flickering.

Sun Chen turned on the scanner on his wrist again.

"We've actually arrived at the old village street in the north of the city. This is a residential building from fifty years ago..." Because the Class C miasma signal shielding wasn't that strong, Sun Chen quickly pulled up the relevant information about this building in the present world. "Found it. A serial murder case once occurred here. A woman was lured in by the male homeowner with the intention of raping her, but at the last moment, the woman killed him in self-defense. However, the woman didn't stop. The man's wife and children were also killed afterward. Within a month, the building was empty."

"When did the incident occur?" Meng Jing asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Yingyang, who was standing nearby, was also examining the scanner. "Three months ago."

Three months ago, it was a very new case.

Police arrived at the scene immediately. After killing the entire family, the woman hanged herself in the living room without any attempt to conceal her identity. The clues were coherent, and the case was solved without any obstacles.

The woman, an orphan with a history of mental illness, could not bear the blow and committed suicide.

But no one expected that it would trigger a miasma.

It's obvious that something in the building has been contaminated.

Nowadays, "ghosts" are also classified as pollutants. Of course, when a person dies, everything goes out and there is no pollution after death.

It must have been that before death, the person was targeted by some kind of contaminating pathogen, which caused the contamination. This process takes time, which explains why the "miasma" appeared three months later.

So who could be the source of the pollution?

A family of three who were murdered?

Or is it that girl who committed suicide in despair?

Or perhaps it has nothing to do with this incident, and was contaminants that entered later?

"The incident occurred on the fifth floor, room 503," Sun Chen said.

Regardless, after all the strange things that happened, I had to go up and take a look.

The elevator doors next to them opened and closed three times before finally shutting down, seemingly waiting for them to open them.

A cold wind blew in, swirling up the yellowed GG sheet on the ground.

Taking the elevator to the fifth floor at this moment is like putting a noose around your neck.

Everyone tacitly chose the stairs.

As soon as Meng Jingting stepped onto the steps, he heard a piercing scream!

The cry, set against the backdrop of the cold wind, was enough to stir up all the fear in one's heart.

The wind was fierce, and Zhong Xun tilted his head slightly.

Sun Chen covered his ears in advance, but Zhong Xun didn't scream!

Theoretically, this is Zhong Xun's first time entering "miasma". He lives in an absolutely safe wealthy area where there is magnetic field monitoring every hour. If there is any sign of "miasma", it will be cleared away immediately. Under such circumstances, it would be unscientific not to be afraid.

Meng Jingting immediately looked at Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun originally wanted to say that everything was fine, but the words that came out were: "I'm a little scared."

A moment later, Meng Jingting's pheromones enveloped Zhong Xun tightly from bottom to top.

"Is this better?"

But Zhong Xun still looked shaken.

After a longer silence, Meng Jingting, mimicking Zhong Xun's actions that afternoon, reached out her hand to him.

Zhong Xun held onto the fingertips with a reserved air.

The moment they closed in, both of them paused slightly.

tsk...

Zhang Yingyang was a beat slow to react, but Sun Chen, as a key figure who often wentssiped with Tan Que, felt that the atmosphere was incredibly saccharine!

There was only one piercing scream before they successfully reached the second floor.

Looking up, the entrance on the third floor was only dimly lit.

In the pervasive darkness, something that seemed to evoke fear and despair appeared to be hidden.

Without Meng Jing giving orders, Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang pulled out specially made guns from their waists. Below Grade A, pollutants are treated equally.

The two of them took the lead, each holding a gun on one side as they cautiously went upstairs. Just as they reached the third floor, they felt a gust of wind blowing past their ears.

All three pairs of eyes turned to Zhong Xun.

Fortunately, although her lips were pale, her expression was still relatively normal.

"Don't be afraid." Meng Jingting, who was always the "strictest father" to his teammates and the pollutants, sounded a little awkward in his words of comfort.

Zhong Xun chuckled softly, "Mm."

Just as Zhong Xun was about to turn to the fourth floor, he caught a glimpse of coldness out of the corner of his eye.

Something is coming from the end of the third-floor corridor...

"Help...help me..."

"Please... save me..."

A hoarse, desperate female voice, accompanied by the rustling sound of heavy objects being moved, seemed to stir and compress a viscous liquid in the air, and the strong stench of blood almost assaulted the senses.

Zhong Xun turned his head to look.

It was pitch black, with only a sliver of light filtering through the dusty windows. You could vaguely make out a dark shadow rising and falling, as if someone was crawling on the ground, struggling to make their way this way.

Sun Chen quickly scanned the area, then whispered, "Level C pollutant."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Yingyang fired a shot with a "bang!"

A short burst of firework erupted in the darkness, followed by a vicious sigh that was not fully uttered.

The twisted five fingers were raised high, and finally turned to ashes.

Zhang Yingyang lowered his gun, somewhat curious: "Who was that?"

"It's not important." Meng Jingting lowered his hand from Zhong Xun's ear and said in a deep voice, "Find the biggest source of pollution and eliminate the miasma here."

"yes!"

"yes!"

The pollutants take on all sorts of forms, and the stories behind them have long since turned into pebbles hidden in the mud along with the deceased. The judges have no time to delve into the structure and shape of the pebbles, because as far as the eye can see, the road they came from is full of densely packed pebbles, and ahead, black fog still lingers.

The group went up to the fourth floor.

The floors with lights on seemed unusually peaceful.

The next floor is the fifth floor.

Without delay, 503 quickly came into view—

The house number was partially obscured by mottled bloodstains, and the door was covered with knife marks mixed with blood.

Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang exchanged a glance. Relying on their years of tacit understanding, Sun Chen violently kicked open the door, and Zhang Yingyang followed, stepping forward and raising his gun to prepare to fire.

However, the moment the cold air wafting from the room entered Zhang Yingyang's nostrils, it made him lose his composure!

Following a scream that was not human, something rushed out at an alarming speed!

Zhang Yingyang's eyes widened instinctively.