Nightmare Apostle

"Enough, we all believe in you, Captain Yang." Guo Tiejun nodded hastily.

The next second, he was swiftly pushed against the wall by Yang Xiao, who grabbed his collar and pinned him to the wall.

Yang Xiao tightened his grip on Guo Tiejun’s collar, the coldness in his eyes making Guo Tiejun shiver all over, his lips trembling and unable to utter a single word.

"I’ve corrected you twice already. This is the Nightmare World, and my name is Ma Jiefang, got it?" Yang Xiao questioned.

"Got it, got it!" Guo Tiejun, who had dared to fight Zhao Xuejun earlier, now seemed like a mouse facing a cat, apologizing repeatedly with a tearful face: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Captain Ma Jiefang, I won’t... I won’t ever call you wrong again! Please forgive me!"

At this moment, it wasn’t just a confrontation of momentum. Guo Tiejun, with his slicked-back hair, was quite burly among men, but in front of Yang Xiao, he seemed like a chick being lifted, illustrating the disparity between the two.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao released his grip, and Guo Tiejun slumped to the ground in despair, his eyes full of terror, too frightened to breathe heavily.

"If there’s another time, you’ll die." Yang Xiao’s voice was soft, but just loud enough for everyone present to hear.

This wasn’t a threat; it was a judgment of the situation. Now Chief Zhou had become suspicious of him, and if more dubious points were discovered, he’d be in big trouble.

Moreover, Guo Tiejun was deceitful, daring to privately seek arguments and fights over things he’d decided on his own, which made Yang Xiao very angry.

After confirming his absolute leadership position, Yang Xiao began organizing the draw.

One person from each group, everyone took a rolled-up small paper ball from Yang Xiao’s palm, marked with a number representing the floor each group would guard tonight.

Upon opening his paper ball, Guo Tiejun’s face turned pale, as it clearly had the number 1 written on it, meaning he’d have to sit in that pitch-dark cinema for another night.

But the path was his choice; he neither wanted nor dared to say anything. Feng Xiaoyan, in the same group, also looked displeased.

Hu Weimin and Ma Jing were responsible for the second floor, focusing on the dance hall, while Zhao Xuejun and Zhang Xiaomin were in charge of the third floor of the Cultural Palace.

Liu Hongwei was extra, so Yang Xiao handed more paper balls for her to draw, this time four paper balls, one of which was blank.

If she drew 1, 2, or 3, she’d join other teams, but if she got the blank, she’d be with him tonight.

Liu Hongwei drew the number 1 paper ball, meaning she’d join Guo Tiejun and Feng Xiaoyan at the cinema tonight.

Actually, Liu Hongwei most wanted to follow Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng, even though their attitude towards her wasn’t great, they truly had skills and could save lives in critical moments.

Next, Yang Xiao instructed everyone to take out their meal tickets.

After checking, indeed, these newcomers had no first-class meal tickets in their hands.

No matter if they belonged to the security section, publicity section, or the factory health clinic, none had it. Wang Yong’s was the only one.

After returning everyone’s meal tickets, Yang Xiao continued: "It’s about time, the Cultural Palace is gradually getting crowded, now leave in batches, remember, don’t linger nearby to avoid suspicion."

Soon, the room emptied, leaving only Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng.

"Wang Yong disappeared last night, if you calculate the time, he should appear tonight." Ye Zheng’s tone carried a hint of anxiety.

After all, they hadn’t found a key clue yet, which was a huge pressure for them.

The ghost’s method of killing was unknown, meaning they struggled to prevent it effectively, under such a premise, even seasoned players could easily fall victim.

"Wang Yong will definitely appear, but what I care about is where he’ll appear and in what form," Yang Xiao said.

"The dance hall is the most likely place. Did you see Hu Weimin’s face turn green after drawing the number 2 sign? He must have realized this too."

"And I can guarantee, neither Hu Weimin nor Ma Jing will go down to the dance floor to dance tonight," Ye Zheng affirmed.

That’s for sure since last time Zhang Xiujuan’s body appeared while dancing with a man, and that man had a weak heart, it scared him to death.

Wang Yong also danced two dances before disappearing last night.

With too few clues, further discussion led nowhere, Yang Xiao and Ye Zheng peered through the crack in the door, made sure no one noticed, then left the storeroom.

Walking down the stairs to the first floor, the lobby already had a long queue forming, all were there to watch the movie.

The line was exceptionally noisy, occasionally people argued due to jostling or sequencing issues; most were young filled with vigor, unwilling to yield.

Whenever it happened, personnel wearing arm badges, responsible for ticket sales would intervene to quickly settle the issue.

Their methods were somewhat crude, essentially conveying one message: watch or don’t, leave if you don’t, if you argue your ticket gets voided.

Whenever that happened, no matter how intense the argument, people would immediately quiet down, at most complaining quietly once the management left, expressing dissatisfaction.

Since they were all factory workers, they’d run into each other frequently, hence nobody crossed the line.

During Yang Xiao’s observation, the personnel had quelled two disputes, but hadn’t revoked anyone’s ticket.

The queue stretched out the Cultural Palace’s door like a dragon, its tail disappearing into the night outside.

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