The Enigma Squad

Luo Yuan Fan was pushed aside, watching their reluctant parting, his nose almost twisted with anger. Is this Luo Ying Bai cursed? Why does he interfere in everything!

After sending off Director Xiao, Luo Ying Bai was about to return to the dormitory. Turning around, he saw Luo Yuan Fan standing at the door, staring directly at him. Feeling puzzled, he opened the dormitory door wider and asked: “Do you… want to come in?”

Luo Yuan Fan stared at him, grinding his teeth: “Luo Ying Bai, what exactly makes you qualified?”

Luo Ying Bai: “???”

Luo Yuan Fan coldly laughed a few times and turned to leave.

Fang Wei walked to his side, peeked outside, and asked: “Where are you going?”

Luo Ying Bai said: “He seems unhappy again. I can understand that he doesn’t like the people in our dormitory, but why was he so angry as soon as he returned?”

Fang Wei sneered: “Who knows, probably just crazy.”

Luo Ying Bai said: “Forget it, let him go. I don’t want to face his cold stare anyway.”

At the same time, in the hospital, Yin Ming’s bed was already empty – he had successfully escaped from under the guards’ noses.

In fact, Yin Ming’s concussion was not serious. After waking up, he quickly remembered what had happened before, and far from panicking, he actually felt greatly relieved.

No matter whether he was guilty or not, being taken by the special investigation unit would provide some protection, and the vengeful female ghost would be hesitant, making future attempts more difficult.

Yin Ming remained motionless on the bed for a day, taking advantage of their relaxed vigilance. He placed a talisman in the bedding and quietly climbed out of the third-floor window, sliding down the drainpipe.

As his feet touched the ground, his heart seemed to settle as well.

Yin Mingfang kept the talisman in his bedding, which was passed down by his master when he first became a disciple. He had never been willing to use it all these years. As long as he dripped a drop of his blood on it, the talisman would transform into the shape of his corpse, and from then on, even if Yin Mingfang died, no one would come to trouble him anymore.

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