Chapter 255: Chapter 255: It Really Is Him
This night, Su Yamo was almost dizzy with busy work.
People kept falling at the front gate of the police station, each one babbling the words “Grey Wolf” like they were in a trance.
Moreover, each had writings on their back indicating their identity.
A month ago, Su Yamo was worried she couldn’t catch criminals, but tonight, she was worried there were too many, and the police station couldn’t hold them all.
However, the only upside was that the criminals caught tonight were all very obedient, doing whatever they were told, answering whatever was asked.
If any were disobedient, just lightly mentioning “Grey Wolf,” they would immediately become as obedient as if they had seen King Yama.
It wasn’t until dawn the next day that people stopped falling at the police station gate.
That night, Su Yamo stayed up all night, busy until dawn. When thirty-three criminals were finally driven to prison by police cars early in the morning, Su Yamo breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting in her office, Su Yamo had just sat down when she suddenly stood up again. Thirty-three criminals were caught without her lifting a finger—who on earth was helping her? No, she had to find out.
With that thought, Su Yamo rushed out of her office, went into the monitoring room, and pulled up the tapes of the outside of the station from last night.
The surveillance cameras outside the police station were very clear, capturing everything outside the station.
Su Yamo rewound it to midnight yesterday and began to review it meticulously.
But after watching for three hours, Su Yamo was completely stunned, because although she could see thirty-three criminals falling from the sky and officers catching them and bringing them back to the station, she couldn’t see who had thrown them down—it’s like they just fell from the sky out of nowhere.
That whole day, Su Yamo almost ate nothing or drank nothing, concentrating on last night’s video, but obtaining no results whatsoever. Watching, her heart felt a growing chill.
The only reasonable explanation for such a bizarre event seemed to be ghosts.
The thought of ghosts sent a shiver down Su Yamo’s spine.
Just then, a “thud thud” knock came from the door.
Su Yamo jumped in fright, her voice trembling: “Who is it?”
Then she heard a police officer shouting from outside: “Director Su, it’s raining people outside again.”
Upon hearing this, Su Yamo immediately relaxed, recognizing the voice as that of one of the officers at the station.
Su Yamo let out a breath, waking up from the earlier terror, and then mocked herself: “What ghost? I’m just deceiving myself. I’m going to find out who this mysterious person is today.”
With that thought, Su Yamo jumped up from her chair and rushed out of the monitoring room, shouting: “You guys are in charge of catching people, I’ll find out who is behind this.”
Saying this, Su Yamo left the police station and hid in a corner outside it.
Once hidden, Su Yamo kept her eyes fixed on the door of the police station, not daring to blink. She needed to find out who was behind this.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes…
The corner was incredibly stuffy, and mosquitoes kept flying around, landing on Su Yamo, but she stayed still, allowing the mosquitoes to bite her pale skin fiercely as she searched for the person behind this incident.
An hour later, she suddenly heard a “plop” and saw two people land on the ground in front of the police station gate.
Su Yamo was startled and widened her eyes in haste, but she still saw nothing.
Those two people fell as if they really just came out of thin air.
“Impossible! Could it really be ghosts?” Su Yamo widened her eyes, looking incredulous, then gritted her teeth and said, “I won’t believe it, let’s see how long you can hide!”
Saying this, Su Yamo once again opened her eyes wide, carefully watching the sky above.
That night, more than twenty people fell from the sky, but even though Su Yamo kept her eyes wide open, she still didn’t see a single shadow.
At dawn, Su Yamo stood up from her corner angrily, having crouched all night, feeding the mosquitoes and seeing nothing.
Biting her lip, Su Yamo returned to the police station.
But just as she entered the police station door, the officers standing at the entrance shrieked when they saw Su Yamo: “A ghost!”
Su Yamo, already in a sour mood, heard the officers’ cries, and snapped: “What’s with the ghost shouting, it’s me.”
Hearing Su Yamo’s words, the terror on the officers’ faces slowly receded, but their eyes were still full of a trace of fear as they mumbled: “Oh, it’s the director!”
Su Yamo muttered: “Nonsense.”
She then turned towards her office, but after a few steps, she caught sight of a mirror standing in the hallway.
In the mirror appeared a terrifying figure, face flushed red, eyes sunken, not resembling a person at all. Su Yamo jumped in fright and screamed: “A ghost!”
But as she yelled, she realized the terrifying figure in the mirror also jumped, and its movements were identical to her own.
Only then did Su Yamo realize the figure in the mirror was nobody else but herself.
On closer inspection, Su Yamo understood why they said she looked like a ghost. Her face was covered with large, bumpy mosquito bites, making her look like a toad.
Seeing this, Su Yamo felt an unbearable itch on her face, wanting to scratch it until it bled.
A girl cherishes her appearance the most. Although Su Yamo was a tough female cop, she couldn’t escape her vanity.
Seeing her face nearly ruined, she gritted her teeth in frustration and dashed into her office, afraid to come out again.
Fortunately, the mosquito bite welts slowly subsided, gradually revealing normal skin, though red spots could still be seen that would take a few days to completely fade.
This situation angered Su Yamo greatly, making her hold all her resentment against the mysterious person behind the scenes.
“You pretend to be a ghost, but I don’t believe I can never catch you.” Su Yamo was furious, immediately ordering the officers to surround the station with high-powered DSLR cameras, continuously snapping photos throughout the night.
That day, Su Yamo’s face itched terribly, adding to her anxiety to catch the mysterious figure.
That night, although another dozen or so criminals fell from the sky, Su Yamo felt no excitement, thinking only of quickly obtaining the photos from the cameras.
Finally, at dawn, Su Yamo copied all the DSLR camera photos onto her computer and began reviewing them one by one.
Those were tens of thousands of photos, keeping Su Yamo at her computer for almost an entire day as she reviewed them all.
But to Su Yamo’s disappointment, even with high-speed DSLRs capable of capturing thirty photos per second, they didn’t capture the mysterious person, only a vague shadow at most.
“Could I really have seen a ghost?” Su Yamo sat weakly back in her chair, boredly tapping the keyboard.
While tapping, Su Yamo happened to open one of the photos.
The photo showed a large tree next to the police station, one that Su Yamo hadn’t examined closely before, merely glancing over it.
But now, seeing the photo, Su Yamo’s eyes widened, because she saw someone standing on the tree.
“So it’s him!” Su Yamo’s eyes opened wide, staring intently at the person in the photo.