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

[Hahaha, I really love team competitions! What's the difference between this and playing a large-scale murder mystery game? It feels like the pros are putting on an act to make me happy!]

[It's such a shame there's only one show left; every day we watch it is one less we can see... sob sob sob...]

[It's okay, just remember to follow Yi Zanglan's live stream later. Even when it's not a team competition, she often directs and acts in her own shows.]

[By the way, are all the dungeons for all the teams this time related to the dark entertainment industry?]

[It seems not. For example, the scenario for the Bad Species Squad is a high school-themed game, where Gan Jiang and Mo Xie are both having puppy love and getting into brawls, and Dis Cheng is a homeroom teacher trying to manage his rebellious team members—who are actually incapable of managing them.]

[Oh, I suggest you guys watch this quickly. The entire Lang Tao Sha group went tomb raiding. I've noticed that since reconciling with Yi Zanglan, Yin Canglang's emotions have stabilized a lot, and he doesn't beat people up as much anymore. I'm quite not used to it.]

[I don't even know how to explain this to you guys. The Dawnbreaker Team is currently holding a wedding and funeral for a bunch of ghosts in the village. Our General Yue can play the suona and carry coffins, she's practically an all-rounder! When is she finally going to take over as captain? I'm so fed up with Zhan Fengchun's deadpan bangs!]

[Sigh, I'm going out to buy some fried chicken. I'll come back and continue watching. There's bound to be a good show at the company building tonight. I bet Yi Zanglan is going to fight a vengeful ghost again.]

……

As the last rays of the setting sun sank below the horizon and night fell, the entire city of A remained brightly lit, but the Black Wind Media building had been completely sealed off by some force.

The bustling employees from the daytime have all disappeared; now only Director Yan remains in the entire building, along with the ghost of the chairman.

"The gate is locked. We probably won't be able to get out all night. Luckily, I bought some boxed lunches in advance."

Yi Zanglan sat at the table, propping her chin up with one hand, lazily sniffing the lunchbox: "This place isn't good. I'll buy from another place tomorrow."

Yan Zhao rolled her eyes at her: "If you visit a ghost's grave on Qingming Festival, do you think ghosts will choose the offerings?"

"Ghosts will appear in your dreams to tell you what they need, and if it doesn't meet their expectations, they won't bless their descendants."

"What if you don't like it?"

"If I don't meet your expectations, this company will collapse, and you'll have to go to another company to be a lousy agent. They might not offer you the same treatment as me."

"...Shut up, you dead capitalist."

After having dinner and resting for a while, the two finally began to discuss their business.

After all, apart from the two of them, the rest of the Black Wind Stronghold members were still frantically rushing to complete their announcements in order to earn star points.

Yi Zanglan asked, "What are everyone's star ratings? Let me hear who's the most competitive in our company right now?"

Yan Zhao stroked the longevity lock around his neck, clicked on the system interface to view it, and reported it to her in detail.

"Currently, Yunxi has the highest star value at 30 points; followed by Lao Shen at 25 points; then Jiang Yao, Jiang Ling, and Ling Ye, all at 22 points. The others are about the same, between 15 and 20 points."

"Judging from this, it seems that accumulating starlight points isn't too difficult." Yi Zanglan thought for a moment, then sneered and denied this statement. "No, starlight points can be increased or decreased. I'm afraid there will be some changes tonight."

"Things may change, but they'll deal with their problems, and we need to find our own leads," Yan Zhao said. "Let's go, there's a whole building to go, we're going to have some fun tonight."

The man and the ghost walked out of the office. Perhaps too lazy to walk, Yi Zanglan pondered for a moment and came up with another novel idea.

"Hey, raise your arm."

Yan Zhao was puzzled, but she did as she was told. Then she floated up off the ground and sat on it with her legs crossed.

Although ghosts have no weight, this posture is rather foolish and comical.

"Are you a bird? Do you need a pole?"

"I am a female eagle spreading my wings, thank you."

Yan Zhao clicked his tongue: "Then why don't you fly?"

Yi Zanglan nodded, then demonstrated his superb ventriloquism: "Whoosh~~"

"..."

Impressed.

* * * * * *

The company building was quiet and empty at night, seemingly no different from daytime at first glance, except that the temperature had dropped sharply and gusts of cold wind occasionally swept in from behind, making one's hair stand on end.

Yan Zhao remained vigilant, constantly alert to her surroundings. She asked Yi Zanglan, "What do you feel?"

Yi Zanglan spoke frankly: "It's quite comfortable."

Indeed, such an environment would be difficult for a ghost to feel comfortable in.

Yan Zhao sighed, "I have a bad feeling."

"Then stop having premonitions. If you do, it's never a good thing."

"..."

Is this something she can decide?

Yan Zhao was speechless and was about to retort when his gaze shifted and he suddenly saw the conference room at the end of the twelfth-floor corridor. The door was open and the ceiling light inside was emitting a faint green glow.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

The more suspicious a place is, the more you should go in and investigate.

Just to be on the safe side, Yi Zanglan got up and floated into the conference room first. She looked around the room before signaling Yan Zhao to come over.

"There's a cell phone here."

The phone was on the tabletop of the conference room, with a black selfie stick attached to the other end, suggesting that someone had left it there.

But who would take a selfie in the company meeting room and even forget to take their phone with them?

Yan Zhao picked up the phone, intending to remove it separately, but found that the phone was tightly stuck to the selfie stick and could not be separated by force.

Is this actually a single piece?

She gave up on disassembling it and instead pressed the side button to turn it on, finding that the phone still had 50% battery remaining.

The phone's contacts and message box are empty, with only an app called TT Live installed. However, there is no signal in the building, so I can't watch the live stream and can only access past replays.

"There's only one replay, and the specific date is obscured."

Yi Zanglan stood behind Yan Zhao and pointed to the play button: "Click to see what they've been streaming."

"Um."

Two seconds later, an account named "Fuyang Detective Agency" popped up, and a familiar building scene appeared in front of them.

The camera was shaky, seemingly because the live streamer was running at high speed, causing the image to be extremely blurry.

At the same time as the footsteps sounded, a young woman's flustered explanation rang out.

"This building was originally an office building for a media company, and it has been abandoned for more than ten years. It is said that it was destroyed by a fire... Many paranormal enthusiasts have come here to explore, but they either commit suicide or go insane afterward. Our detective agency, at the request of millions of fans, is determined to reveal the truth to everyone..."

I'm currently on the twelfth floor of the building. The temperature inside has suddenly risen, and I can hear strange footsteps all around. I suspect something is looking for me... To ensure my safety, I've decided to leave as soon as possible and come back when I'm fully prepared... Please click to bookmark and follow. I will continue to explore the secrets of this media building with my colleagues from the detective agency...

[Oh, by the way, rumor has it that the feng shui of this building's construction was also quite particular, apparently because... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!]

The corridor lights gradually went out, and with a piercing scream, the screen suddenly went black, and the live stream was abruptly cut off.

An inexplicable chill arose spontaneously. Yan Zhao stared at her phone screen in silence for a long time. As if sensing something, she turned and looked towards the end of the corridor.

Almost at the same moment, the overhead lights in the corridor began to go out one by one, rapidly turning off in the direction she was standing.

The temperature in the originally cold corridor rose sharply, and she could vaguely hear light footsteps approaching from all directions.

"...Lanlan."

In that instant, Yi Zanglan's mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. Then he felt an invisible and irresistible force pulling him back.

What she can see now, Yan Zhao cannot.

The air suddenly rippled, and in the last second before being dragged into the unknown space, she only had time to shout a warning.

"Zhaozhao, start filming!"