I'm only three years old, how could it be a world-ending catastrophe?

Jiang Luo sat atop Jiahao's head, looking down at the approaching Xingchen Kindergarten below, her little face filled with astonishment.

Why am I here again?

The feng shui of this place...

Is it really that bad?

Why do misfortunes keep befalling us?

However, the growing hunger in his heart left him no time to think about these things.

We must find "food" as soon as possible.

"Jiahao, go inside."

Jiang Luo commanded in a childish voice.

With a low roar, the crimson dragon Jiahao moved without hesitation, silently passing through the kindergarten's perimeter wall and landing on the playground.

The entire kindergarten was pitch black, all the doors and windows were tightly closed, and there was a deathly silence.

Only a few dim streetlights swayed slightly in the night breeze, stretching the shadows of the trees into jagged, menacing shapes.

Jiang Luo glanced around, her small brows furrowed tightly.

But soon...

Then came the sounds of chewing.

That sound...

Source: Teacher's Office!

Without hesitation, Jiang Luo immediately had Jiahao take her to the teachers' office on the third floor.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

The closer they got, the louder the sound became.

The door to the teachers' office was ajar, with a faint light shining through.

By the faint moonlight filtering in through the window...

Jiang Luo saw it.

It was the "Chen Xue" I saw in the girls' restroom at the kindergarten that afternoon, the one whose body was covered in mouths.

At this moment, she was squatting on the ground with her back to the door, frantically gnawing on a man's corpse.

Judging from that familiar suit and the receding hairline...

It's the kindergarten director.

The woman named "Chen Xue" seemed to be so engrossed in her meal that she didn't notice the small figure that had appeared at the door.

She only raised her head with a lingering sense of satisfaction after she had devoured half of the headmaster's body, as if preparing to move on to another spot.

Just then, she turned her head and saw Jiang Luo standing at the door.

The countless wriggling mouths froze the moment they saw Jiang Luo.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream, formed by countless overlapping sounds, erupted from "Chen Xue".

"Why is it you again?!"

"Little brat, why are you... so persistent?!"

The voice of "Chen Xue" was filled with despair and madness.

It couldn't understand it.

I was already being very careful, and I waited until late at night before sneaking back to replenish my energy.

How did I run into this little devil again?!

Dongzhou is such a big city, can't he go explore other places? Why does he have to keep focusing on me?

After screaming, it didn't hesitate at all.

The experience of the afternoon taught it.

run!

Run!

It suddenly raised its hand and tore at the air beside it.

It's sizzling!

A pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of thin air once again.

Without a second thought, it grabbed the half-destroyed corpse of the park director from the ground and tried to crawl into the crack.

This is high-quality reserve grain; we can't waste it.

But this time, Jiang Luo was well-prepared.

I wasn't hungry in the afternoon, so I didn't bother with it.

But now...

How could I possibly let food that's been delivered to my doorstep escape when I'm starving?

"Jiahao, go after them."

Jiang Luo gave a low shout.

The crimson dragon Jiahao let out a deep roar and twisted its massive body.

In the final instant before the spatial rift completely closed, it plunged into it, carrying Jiang Luo.

……

at the same time.

Outside Yunchen International Hotel.

Qu Feng, holding a tablet computer and looking grim, ran up to Zhao Haidong and Wu Ya.

"Chief, Ms. Wu."

His voice carried a hint of barely concealed frustration.

"All ten 'scapegoat dolls' failed."

"They were all killed by that 'ghost face' within a minute of entering the hotel, and we didn't get a single useful piece of data."

Upon hearing this result, Zhao Haidong and Wu Ya frowned even more deeply.

Qu Feng paused for a moment, then continued his report: "Moreover, judging from that brief encounter just now, this [Ghost Face] is different from the other ghosts."

"It seems... it didn't inherit any memories or intelligence from its previous life."

"Right now, it's like... a vengeful ghost that only knows how to kill!"

It lacks intelligence.

All they know is killing.

This means that communication is impossible, and outsmarting the enemy is out of the question; only a head-on confrontation is possible.

The problem is, we don't even know the other side's rules for killing, so how can we confront them head-on?

Zhao Haidong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The danger level of the "Ghost Face" has far exceeded their expectations.

Now, they only have two paths before them.

First, immediately seal off the entire hotel completely.

Using the bizarre rule that prevents them from leaving their birthplace, they trapped the [Ghost Face] here forever.

But the price of doing so was abandoning the more than fifty innocent survivors still alive in the hotel.

Secondly, according to the original plan, a suicide squad was organized to test the killing rules of "The Ghost Face" by using human lives as bait.

Once the rules are figured out, the survivors can be saved.

But the fate of the "scapegoat doll" is already clear.

Sending the team in would most likely just be a pointless suicide mission, yielding no valuable intelligence whatsoever.

As the director of the Extraordinary Bureau of Dongzhou City, Zhao Haidong should have thought about his team members and not made them make such meaningless sacrifices.

But similarly...

As a member of the Extraordinary Bureau, his duty is to protect civilians.

He couldn't bear to watch those fifty-odd vibrant lives perish here simply because of bad luck.

They... are all innocent!

Zhao Haidong's mind raced.

A moment later, he raised his head, and a resolute look flashed in his always tired eyes.

He looked at Qu Feng, his voice low and powerful.

"Qu Feng, I will carry out the next operation alone."

"I went in personally, probed out the killing rules of the [Ghost Face], and then passed those rules on."

"You all wait outside. Once you receive my message, immediately organize people to go in and rescue them. Don't worry about me."

"Of course, if I die inside and no news gets out..."

"Immediately implement the highest level of lockdown plan, completely seal off this area, and prevent anyone from being harmed by the [Ghost Face] again."

He couldn't bear to send his men to their deaths in vain.

They also couldn't abandon the survivors in the hotel.

Therefore, he chose the most difficult, and only, path.

He himself should be the suicide squad member.

He believed that with his super A-level strength, coupled with his rich experience, he could achieve great success.

perhaps……

Oh no!

Absolutely!

We'll definitely be able to figure out the murder rules of the [Ghost Face]!

These words stunned Qu Feng and Wu Ya, who were present.

"Director Zhao..." Wu Ya's face was full of emotion.

Zhao Haidong waved his hand, interrupting her.

"Miss Wu, I hope you understand that any S-class superhuman is an invaluable strategic resource for humanity. So don't talk to me about traveling with me; that would be a meaningless sacrifice."

After speaking, he looked at Qu Feng, whose eyes were already a little red, and his tone became stern.

"And you, Qu Feng, remember, you are still young, and you have a great chance to reach S-level in the future. Your importance is self-evident. But I am different. I am old and have lived long enough. This life should have been thrown away in some corner of the world long ago."

"So, put away those useless expressions on your faces. For those of us who live on the edge, being moved and feeling reluctant to part are the most unnecessary emotions. When facing danger, any sacrifice is normal."

"Now, carry out my orders immediately!"

Zhao Haidong's voice is beyond question.

Wu Ya watched his resolute back, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything more.

She knew Zhao Haidong was right.

The value of an S-class superhuman is indeed far greater than that of a Super A-class superhuman.

In this situation, it would be truly foolish and irresponsible for her to insist on going in.

Qu Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, and gave Zhao Haidong a deep military salute.

"Yes, Chief!"

Zhao Haidong didn't turn around, but waved his hand behind him. Then, alone, he walked with firm steps toward the hotel entrance that resembled the mouth of a giant beast.

Watching that slightly hunched yet incredibly upright figure disappear into the darkness.

A strange feeling welled up in Wu Ya's heart.

……

Zhao Haidong walked into the Yunchen International Hotel alone.

The moment he stepped into the hotel, the heavy glass door behind him slammed shut automatically with a "bang."

The hotel lobby was brightly lit, as bright as day.

An expensive crystal chandelier, a gleaming marble floor, neatly arranged sofas and coffee tables...

Everything looked just like a regular five-star hotel.

But the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and a sense of oppressive unease.

It's too quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

Zhao Haidong took every step with extreme caution.

His mental strength had been raised to its limit, and he was alert to any possible disturbances around him.

He walked through the lobby and arrived at the elevator.

The elevator indicator light is stuck on the presidential suite on the top floor.

Zhao Haidong didn't pay any attention.

Instead of pressing the elevator button, he chose to walk through the emergency exit next to it.

The stairwell was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Zhao Haidong took a small flashlight out of his pocket.

Just then.