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A few minutes later, the little girl was taken away from her home and brought to the balcony in the hallway.

By this time, the place was already crowded with residents of the Youth Commune, most of whom were young people.

Only a few middle-aged people and children were present.

They were being blocked behind by a man with a buzz cut, whose expression was full of dissatisfaction and complaints.

"What exactly happened?"

"Why can't we leave?"

"Yeah, I have work this afternoon. Why are you detaining me here? I haven't broken any laws."

"Even the police can't break into a private residence! How are you going to compensate me for the locks on my house?!"

"Are you police officers or robbers?"

The noisy sounds reached the little girl's ears, but she didn't quite understand them.

The older brother clearly saved me and my mother; he's a good person. Why are these people still arguing about it?

Faced with the crowd's resentment, Liu Qiang raised his pistol and said without hesitation, "Shut up!"

Seeing the police's imposing manner, everyone was frightened and took a few steps back, not daring to say anything more, but their eyes still showed confusion and anger.

Liu Qiang ignored them and turned to look at the two men who were carrying the mother and daughter on their backs.

"What happened to them?"

Du Wang watched as Zheng Tong put the two children down and explained, "They were attacked by ghosts."

Liu Qiang checked the woman's breath and found it to be extremely weak, almost nonexistent.

"Did you see what attacked them?"

Du Wang replied, "It's hair that's been spreading down from upstairs."

"It seems the hair is the parasite of the ghost." Liu Qiang clapped his hands. "We'll start exorcising the ghost when Jiu Er comes back."

Du Wang glanced at the many restless residents and said, "Do you need me to use an illusion?"

Liu Qiang shook his head: "No need. We must conserve our energy before encountering ghosts and monsters, and not waste it on this."

"it is good."

Twenty minutes earlier, the four of them entered the building and climbed the stairs to the 14th floor.

To prevent the residents from being attacked by ghosts, the group split up and went from house to house, taking people out of their rooms.

Currently, 32 residents have gathered on the balcony of the 15th floor.

They were still whispering and complaining.

But when they saw the woman lying on the ground, pale-faced, with obvious ligature marks on her neck, they were all shocked.

"She's dead?"

"He doesn't look dead to me; his chest is still moving."

"What exactly are the police looking for?"

"Could there be a murderer?"

"No, that doesn't seem right. I feel it's more like suicide by hanging."

Residents took out their phones to contact relatives and friends, only to find that there was no signal.

Everyone panicked even more.

"Officer, what exactly happened?"

"Yeah, you need to give us an explanation!"

"Why don't we go downstairs first?"

Amidst the murmurs, a middle-aged woman suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs, "Let's go! Everyone, take the elevator! Even if there's a murderer, we're not afraid!"

As she spoke, she rushed to the front, trying to force her way out.

However, Liu Qiang was faster than her, grabbing her arm and throwing her back.

The middle-aged woman fell on her backside and started throwing a tantrum on the ground:

"Someone's being assaulted! The police are assaulting someone!"

"Hey, isn't anyone going to do anything about this?!"

Most people watched coldly, while a few took out their phones to film, filled with righteous indignation.

"How can you police officers beat people?!"

"I'm going to report you."

Liu Qiang's solution to this problem was very simple and brutal.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged woman was slapped hard across the face. Her head snapped to attention, her body slumped to the ground, and she fainted.

Liu Qiang waved his hand and, facing the array of cameras, said firmly, "Listen up, from now on, anyone who obstructs official business will suffer the same fate as her!"

The residents immediately fell silent, putting down their phones one after another.

Liu Qiang looked at each resident one by one until all of them bowed their heads and stepped back, then he turned and walked to Du Wang's side.

"Remember, in times of emergency, be results-oriented. Use any means necessary if it benefits the mission."

"Now is not the time to talk about individual rights."

"We are fighting against evil spirits; this is a war!"

"War is about using any means necessary."

"Do you understand?"

Du Wang nodded.

To be honest, Liu Qiang's handling of the situation was quite to his liking.

After all, reasoning often fails to work with fools.

At that moment, Zheng Tong suddenly took out a small gas cylinder from his backpack and came over.

Seeing the two looking puzzled, he chuckled and said, "This is a new gadget from the research institute called Hypnosis No. 1. It can put this group of people to sleep in 5 minutes."

Liu Qiang and Du Wang's eyes lit up.

"Are there any side effects?" Liu Qiang asked.

"Don't worry, the side effects are minimal. You might feel a little dizzy after waking up, but it's nothing serious," Zheng Tong explained.

"Then use it."

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

If these residents are allowed to wander around, they will only lose their lives if they encounter ghosts or monsters.

Therefore, Liu Qiang immediately made the decision.

Before long, Cheng Huo came running over with a disheveled couple.

"Brother Liu, the people on the 14th and 15th floors have all been rescued."

"Okay." Liu Qiang gave Zheng Tong a wink, and the latter immediately grabbed his backpack and disappeared into the crowd.

Before long, the residents began to feel tired and sat down on the ground with their heads down.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Qiang instructed, "Jiu Er, you and Zheng Tong stay here and guard them."

"Double Pupils, come with me to the 16th floor. I need your pupil technique to assist me."

After the group assignments were finalized, Liu Qiang led Du Wang up the steps to the 16th floor.

Cheng Huo and Zheng Tong stayed on the 15th floor.

"Sigh." Zheng Tong sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Cheng Huo took off his earplugs. "Don't tell me you're planning to go to the 16th floor to find ghosts or monsters?"

After entering the Ghost Realm, their communication with Wang Di was cut off.

Zheng Tong explained, "I just want to study the ability of double pupils up close and see how the mutated natal spirit performs in actual combat."

"Is it necessary?" Cheng Huo's eyes widened.

Zheng Tong said with a serious expression, "Of course it's necessary. If I can't experience real combat firsthand, I won't know if my research is realistic. Like now, I've collected some very useful data, which may help more extraordinary individuals survive in the Ghost Realm in the future."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm scared, but I'm even more scared that I won't be able to finish the research before I die."

Holy crap.

Although he couldn't be like Zheng Tong, Cheng Huo still admired this kind of idealist.

He glanced at the sleeping crowd, his ears twitched, and when he heard the steady footsteps upstairs, he said, "You can ask me anything you want to know. Although Lao Du and I have only just teamed up, we still know a bit about his abilities."

Zheng Tong's eyes lit up: "That's great!"

While the two were talking, Du Wang had already walked up the stairs from the 15th floor to the 16th floor seven times in a row!