Qiao Yingzhe stepped up the steps to the office on the third floor. Ye Cheng followed him closely. He watched him tumble in the room and finally came to the partition.

"What are you looking for?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Would you please come here in the middle of the night and say nothing to me?"

"I didn't let you kill the night ghost!"

Ye Cheng grabbed Qiao Yingzhe's wrist, looked directly into his eyes, and raised a bad smile on his immovable face. "You gave me a three-point list. The three Capricorn ghosts are dead, the red ghosts are dead, and there's only one left. Do you mean...