I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 629 - 450 Regret

In the silence, the figure seated at the head of the conference table furrowed his brow and fidgeted with the nameplate in front of him. It bore the name Liao Yijie. This man was the Director of the Xiangjiang Protectors.

He had been out of town. Although he had received a call last night, he had only returned to Xiangjiang a few hours ago and was not yet well-informed about the case. After a while, Liao Yijie spoke up.

"What else have you learned from these two?"

"Through hypnosis, we have a general understanding of how the incident unfolded. It’s just..." The speaker hesitated.

"Just what?"

Liao Yijie frowned, sensing that the two survivors had said something even more terrifying and bizarre than the killer being a ghost.

Prompted by his question, the speaker continued. "It’s just that what they said is too bizarre. Furthermore, we extracted these details from them while they were under hypnosis, so there’s absolutely no possibility they were lying."

"Cut the chatter and tell me what happened," Liao Yijie said impatiently. "Although those dozens of men got what they deserved, we still need to uncover the truth."

The conference room fell silent for another two seconds before someone opened a folder and began to relay the details gathered from the hypnosis sessions and their subsequent deductions.

"Half a month ago, Fang Liwen had eyes and ears in many of Xiangjiang’s remote areas, including the Mass Burial Mound. According to his surviving subordinate, they received a call shortly after ten o’clock from the men guarding the mound. That’s when Fang Liwen gathered everyone and headed over."

"What was the call about?" Liao Yijie asked, leaning back in his chair.

"They said a rich kid had appeared, driving an expensive sports car deep into the Mass Burial Mound."

Hearing this, Liao Yijie nodded. "I’m aware of Fang Liwen’s cautious nature. If a big fish appeared, he would certainly make thorough preparations. The Mass Burial Mound is not small; it has several sections. If he didn’t want this person to escape, he would indeed call all his men."

The man at the table continued his report. "Before entering the Mass Burial Mound, they left one man—the other survivor—to keep watch at the parking lot while everyone else went in. Of all the men who entered, only one came out alive, and his mind has almost completely shattered. He only told us all this under hypnosis."

"What exactly did they encounter?" Liao Yijie voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

The speaker took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he read from the file. "He said they eventually cornered the young man in the center of the Mass Burial Mound. But this young man had a strange bell in his hand. As he shook the bell, all the surrounding corpses rose to their feet and gathered around him... as if King Yama himself had appeared, leading a parade of the dead."

The conference room fell silent once more, and many felt a cold chill run down their spines.

"Is that so?" A hint of doubt flickered in Liao Yijie’s eyes, but he lacked the fear present in the others. After all, I’ve been a Protector for decades and have never once seen a ghost.

Although the case was incredibly strange, he found the claim that a single bell could reanimate countless corpses hard to accept. It was too preposterous. Aren’t things like Daoist zombies just the stuff of movies? Could such powerful people truly exist in the real world?

"What about the other man, the one at the parking lot?" Liao Yijie asked after a moment’s thought. There were two survivors in total.

"Under hypnosis, that man also stated that he saw the young man walking out of the Mass Burial Mound from his position in the parking lot."

"The one Fang Liwen’s group was targeting?"

One of the Protectors looking at the file nodded, then continued reading. "He said he originally aimed his gun at this person, but the young man showed no fear and even walked toward him. So, he opened fire."

Hearing this, Liao Yijie paused and flipped through the file in front of him, which contained information on all the deceased. Strangely, he couldn’t find any record of this person’s death. He pressed on, "This victim... why haven’t we found his body?"

"This person..." the speaker’s voice trailed off for a second before he continued, "didn’t die."

"Didn’t die?" Liao Yijie scoffed. "Are Fang Liwen’s men really that bad a shot? Did he miss?"

"You could say that."

Liao Yijie picked up on the strange phrasing. "What do you mean, ’you could say that’?"

"Under hypnosis, the subordinate claimed he aimed every shot perfectly. The target was extremely close—at one point, only a meter away. He fired several times at that range! But despite the proximity, he didn’t land a single hit. He said it was as if his bullets grew eyes of their own, swerving to avoid the target. He even claimed they curved right before his eyes." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

As these words fell, a heavy silence descended upon the conference room once more. Everyone present was a high-ranking official in the Protectors; they had handled firearms for years. They all knew that at a distance of one meter, you didn’t even need to aim. As long as the barrel was pointed forward, hitting the target was a certainty.