Chapter 47: Action

Chapter 47: Action

Miles gazed at the photo on his phone, his disbelief definite. The figure in the security uniform was difficult to discern, but only one other person in the entire mall donned the same attire Strong.

There were only two security guards in the mall, Miles himself and Strong. Since Miles was not in the picture, it left only one possibility Strong was the so-called ghost.

Upon his initial arrival at the mall, Miles recalled a faint, corpselike stench. Its there that Strong had appeared from the shadows, casually greeting him with an explanation of a restroom visit.

The restroom? If Strong had indeed been there, how had he failed to notice River in hiding?

The puzzle pieces began to fit together.

Miles scrunched his eyebrows due to the troubling revelation. It doesnt add up. If Strong is the ghost, why wasnt I attacked when we shared the dormitory? I met all the criteria to be this ghosts target.

Even with Strong as a solid suspect, Miles couldnt shake off his lingering doubts. Mere speculation would lead him nowhere; more investigation was required. Armed with his newfound insight about the ghost, he felt prepared to confront it.

Rivers voice trembled with fear, Is the ghost gone? Are we safe now?

Miles tried to reassure her, Were safe for now. The ghost has departed.

Can you stop pressing on me? And something is poking me, River grumbled. Her back was pressed against the door, with Miles body looming over her.

Thats just a sausage. Werent you hungry? Do you still want to eat it? Miles asked.

River was taken aback, Right now? Shouldnt we focus on escaping first?

If youre not interested, never mind. I wasnt keen on sharing anyway, Miles retorted.

After a moment of hesitation, River finally conceded, Alright then. But could you hurry? Dont take too long.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Someones talkative today, Miles muttered.

He switched on his flashlight, bathing their surroundings in a warm glow. He then took out a sausage from his pocket.

Here. I bought this for breakfast this morning. It cost three dollars. Youre getting a bargain, considering the circumstances, Miles said, handing the sausage to River.

Her hand held the sausage as she looked on, speechless by the spectacle.

Eat slowly. Im about to head out, he added.

She was close to her breaking point. As an accountant, she was used to a white-collar lifestyle. Though not exceptionally tall, she was attractive, with a slender figure and a fair amount of attention from suitors. Now, she was practically throwing herself at a security guard and getting rejected.

Despite everything, River kept pushing. She understood that he was her only hope.

Ive found it, Miles declared, directing his flashlight onto something.

A human head.

Decaying and foul-smelling, it was Blushs head.

It had lain here all this while, undisturbed since its discovery.

The ghost River saw was Blush, and the ghost in my photograph was Strong She has no reason to lie, and I couldnt have been mistaken. Therefore, the only logical explanation is that this ghost can change its appearance. It could impersonate Blush, Strong, Sister Pear, or any other employee.

Everyone here could potentially be a ghost, Miles mused, his brows knitted in deep thought. Actually, we should also consider Mr. Calm, Mall Manager Li, Master Catch, and their group. Theyve been around here for a while by this point.

The surveillance room is the key to identifying the ghost.

Everything that had transpired recently must be documented on the security cameras. Accessing that footage should unveil the truth.

River, are you aware of the surveillance rooms location? Miles inquired.

Yes, its on the fifth floor, River responded.

Guide me there, and I promise youll survive this ordeal, Miles pledged.

Really? River questioned, her eyes gleaming with newfound hope.

Thats right. However, its crucial you adhere to my instructions. If you act out of panic or run aimlessly in fear, I wont be accountable for the consequences, Miles stated firmly.

I vow to obey you, River immediately promised.

I hope you uphold your word. Not for my sake, but for your own. Lets head to the fifth floor, Miles directed.

Gazing upward, the upper floors were dimly illuminated but discernible, appearing in better condition than the ground floor. Yet, there were no signs of any activity.

He contemplated the fate of Mr. Calm, Master Catch, their group, and the ghost tamer, Ethan. Perhaps they had managed to escape, or maybe they had already succumbed to the vengeful ghosts attack. Regardless, he had to ascend and verify. If they had indeed perished, he would have no reason to linger.