Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Clearly, the fat security guard was no longer human; he had died long ago, and died a horrible death.

His face was slashed to shreds by a sharp weapon, his neck was almost severed, leaving only a thin strip of skin and tendons hanging crookedly on his shoulder; his heart had also been ripped out, leaving a bloody hole that stained his security guard uniform dark red.

He was slowly raising the stun baton in his hand, seemingly intending to knock it down from above Yi Zanglan's head.

At the critical moment, Yi Zanglan grabbed the desk lamp and forcefully shoved it into his arms, so forcefully that he almost stumbled.

"The light bulb is broken and you don't even fix it? This is public property. Won't your boss dock your pay?"

"..."

Upon hearing the words "deduct money," the fat security guard visibly paused, a subtle look of hesitation appearing on his rotten face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yi Zanglan suddenly shoved him aside and ran towards the door.

Not long after, she heard dragging footsteps behind her; the fat security guard was chasing after her.

She still ran on tiptoe, lightly and quickly, trying not to make too much noise.

Fortunately, the fat security guard wasn't very fast, and the two maintained a distance. Judging from the situation, she could easily shake him off and return to her room.

The premise is that no accidents occur along the way.

However, accidents usually happen.

...When Yi Canglan ran to the fourth-floor corridor, he suddenly heard a familiar sound, the strange sound of metal clashing mixed with paper rubbing.

Here it comes! The ghost from last night has appeared at this exact moment, and it's at the other end of the corridor.

Now the fat security guard and the ghost in the corridor had them cornering her from both sides.

They met on a narrow path.

In that instant, Yi Canglan's mind raced, and she subconsciously looked at her bracelet.

However, before she could make a further move, the door to room 409 suddenly opened a crack not far ahead, revealing half of the face of Han Ping, a single mother.

"It's you?" Han Ping asked in surprise. "I didn't send any commission letters today."

"..."

Since things have come to this point, there's no way I can go back to my room. Between two evils, I have to choose the lesser one and do this.

Yi Zanglan acted decisively, and before he could be exposed to the sight of both ghosts at the same time, he slipped into room 409 and quickly locked the door.

Han Ping, who was standing at the door, didn't have time to move aside and almost bumped into her, but was then pulled back by her waist.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Han, that security guard outside was harassing me." Yi Zanglan looked down at Han Ping and calmly explained, "Thank you for your help. Did Xiao Jie do his homework tonight? I'll tutor him for free, no charge."

To everyone's surprise, the moment this was mentioned, Han Ping's eyes immediately turned red, and she looked like she was about to cry at any moment.

"Xiao Jie isn't here... He... He's lost..."

"Lost?" This was something Yi Zanglan hadn't expected. She immediately transformed into a close friend, asking with concern, "When did you get lost? How did you get lost?"

"He went to eat shrimp noodles, and he usually comes back within an hour at most, but he hasn't come back today. I asked Lü Yinfeng, and she said he left a long time ago, but I searched the whole building and couldn't find him. I wanted to call the police, but they said it's only considered missing after 48 hours..." Han Ping rambled on, becoming more and more distraught. "Xiao Jie never left the apartment building, no matter how long he played before. Where did he go this time?"

Lü Yinfeng, it's Lü Yinfeng again.

Yi Zanglan keenly picked up on the key phrase and asked Han Ping, "Xiao Jie usually has a good relationship with Lü Yinfeng?"

"I guess it's pretty good." Han Ping sighed. "Xiao Jie is sometimes impolite and disobedient. Lü Yinfeng is the only one in the building who is the most tolerant of him. She is a really good person."

After pondering for a moment, Yi Zanglan asked again, "Is Lü Yinfeng single? Shouldn't she have a lover?"

She asked this question because today at Ai Feng Noodle Shop, both she and Yan Zhao saw a framed photo displayed on the cashier's counter.

The photo in the frame is a picture of Lü Yinfeng and a young man.

Han Ping's mind was entirely on her son; she seemed distracted and answered hesitantly.

"Yes, her husband's name is Feng Xuan. He's a theater actor, handsome, good-tempered, and considerate to his wife. It's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"He died in a car accident a little over a month ago."

died?

Yi Zanglan seemed to sense something, and she clicked on the system panel, only to find that the progress had indeed been updated.

[Work progress bar: 35%]

The 10% increase is definitely due to unlocking the Ghost Security Guard; as for the other 5%...

It seems that Lü Yinfeng and her deceased husband are also part of the plot.

"Ms. Han, what else do you know about Feng Xuan's matter?"

"I didn't know him well, how would I know about his private affairs?" Han Ping sighed with tears in her eyes. "If you ask me, God is just unfair. Such a loving couple is now separated by death, while the scoundrel who abandoned his wife and children is still alive and well."

Judging from her tone, she must be thinking of her damned husband.

Realizing that she wouldn't be able to get any more information from Han Ping, Yi Zanglan prepared to leave; she needed to go back and discuss things with Yan Zhao.

To calm Han Ping down, she whispered a promise: "Don't worry, I'll help you find Xiao Jie, and I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

"Then I'll have to trouble you!" Han Ping thanked her repeatedly as if she had grasped a lifeline. Then, as if remembering something, she kindly reminded her, "You just said that the security guard downstairs harassed you, right? He's a really awful guy. He can't stand seeing pretty girls. You should stay away from him."

"Okay, I understand."

Before leaving, Yi Zanglan listened closely to the crack in the door for a while, until she was sure there was no more noise outside, before quietly saying goodbye to Han Ping.

She walked straight toward the stairs to the fifth floor, but not quickly, as if she were waiting for something.

Sure enough, the ghost reappeared.

After midnight, it will accompany everyone who passes through the corridor, rain or shine.

Yi Zanglan started running again, taking out the broken shards of glass from her bosom as she ran.

The rules say you can't turn around, but they don't say you can't use tools to refract images.

……

I see it clearly now, I finally see it clearly this time.

Yi Zanglan gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her eyebrows slightly raised, a sense of "I see" dawning on her.

No wonder it made that sound; it turns out it was a ghostly Taoist priest.

The ghost Taoist priest was dressed in a tattered yellow and black robe, with a ring of talismans around his waist. He held a copper coin sword in his hand, which made a constant metallic clanging sound as he moved forward.

It appeared to have been torn apart by a wild beast before its death, its flesh mangled and bloody, with only a bare white skeleton remaining in many places. Half of its head had also been gnawed off, revealing the broken tissue inside.

As it got closer to room 501, it gradually accelerated, just like it had the night before. The mirror clearly reflected its image of teleporting forward. With each approach, the terrifying face magnified in the field of vision.

Just then, Yi Zanglan saw the door to room 501 open.

She silently estimated the distance, and in an instant, she transformed into a sharp arrow, rushing towards Yan Zhao behind the door.