"No!" Zhao Yuezhu shook her head. "As far as I know, Wancheng Daily is the oldest newspaper in the provincial capital. It was here before the founding of the country. Although the name has been changed, the building is still the same."

I couldn't help but narrow my eyes.

According to Zhao Yuezhu, Xiao Wei wasn't the only one who disappeared in the archives. Something similar must have happened before.

The police must have investigated it as well, otherwise, that officer wouldn't have said those words to the president.

Something didn't add up here.

If so many people had died in the newspaper office, why hadn't they moved? Why hadn't the archives been closed?

No! The newspaper office must have moved. Even if it hadn't moved, the newspaper office must have been rebuilt in the same place.

When I entered the newspaper office, I carefully observed the environment. Nothing about the newspaper office, inside or out, looked like it had been around for decades.

The newspaper office should have been built not long ago, but Zhao Yuezhu just didn't know it.

Logically, I should turn around and track down the president and the man surnamed Dong. But I had to keep an eye on Zhao Yuezhu and couldn't let her discover that I was a術士 (shushi, a Daoist sorcerer). I could only deal with it later.

As soon as I suppressed the thought of turning back, I suddenly felt that something was wrong!

When I was in the president's office, I used my ghost eyes to control him and forced him to answer questions about Bai Xin. Seeing that the president knew nothing, I gave up the pursuit.

In fact, the president didn't know nothing! He held several very important secrets, and the archives was at least one of them.

Why didn't he say anything?

Did my ghost eye secret art fail on him? Or did he have the ability to resist the secret art?

I hesitated for a moment and quickly sent a message to Ye Yang. The reply I received was, "Just relax and play the escape room. I'll take care of things here."

Seeing Ye Yang's message, I breathed a sigh of relief!

When Zhao Yuezhu and I went to the escape room, Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing were also pursuing clues about Bai Xin. However, they didn't go to the city archives as I had said, but instead went to the private investigator.

According to Ye Yang, if Bai Xin wasn't a modern person, searching for information in the archives wouldn't do any good. Archival management in the past was very lax. Many employees from the 1950s and 1960s were still alive, but their files were already missing, let alone someone who was already dead.

Since the archives route was impassable, Ye Yang set his sights on the private investigator.

The private investigator who had been hired by the newspaper office was named Zhu Honghao, nicknamed "Little Pig," and was well-known among private investigators in the provincial capital.

It was said that he had called the president the day before, saying that he had found important clues and asked the president to prepare the money so that he could collect it the next day.

As a result, the president didn't wait for Little Pig, but instead waited for the police who came to investigate Little Pig's death.

Little Pig died in an empty house of his own. The room had nothing but a chair and four snow-white walls.

Little Pig's body was sitting in the chair, staring fixedly at the wall, as if he was looking at something on the white wall. There was another chair beside him.

The police not only didn't find any useful clues, but they couldn't even determine the cause of Little Pig's death. Little Pig's bodily organs seemed to have all stopped functioning at the same time. Even the forensic doctor had never seen such a cause of death.

Little Pig's inexplicable death added many mysteries to the "Bai Xin" case.

Feng Ruoxing was the first to target Little Pig. When I sent the message to Ye Yang, the two of them had just arrived at Little Pig's door.

Ye Yang heard the phone ringing, picked up his phone, and glanced at it. "Who's stimulating Li Po? Sending me blank messages?"

Feng Ruoxing looked down at Ye Yang's phone. "It really is! Reply to him and tell him to have fun!"

Ye Yang simply turned off his phone. "Let's ignore him for now!"

At that time, Ye Yang didn't give me any news.

His attention was all on Little Pig's villa. "This Zhu surnamed private investigator makes a lot of money! He can even afford a villa!"

Feng Ruoxing said, "Little Pig came from a術 (shu, occult) family and used to be a criminal police officer. He received professional training. He resigned as a private investigator because he couldn't stand the restraints."

"Among the private investigators in the provincial capital, he charges the most and does the best job. He can be considered a well-known figure in this world."

Private investigators are not legally recognized in China, so there are no licensed detective agencies. It is reasonable for Little Pig to find such a remote place to settle down.

Ye Yang walked around the villa. "You said that Little Pig came from a術 (shu, occult) family. After he died, no one investigated the cause of his death?"

"Yes!" Feng Ruoxing nodded. "After Little Pig died, his father took the initiative to find the newspaper office and took over the business of pursuing Bai Xin."

"His father became the first Daoist sorcerer to die at the hands of Bai Xin."

"Little Pig's father, although not the number one in the Jilin Province術 (shu, occult) world, is more than qualified to be in the top five."

"After his death, his friends also got involved in this business. Five top Daoist sorcerers disappeared in Jilin Province one after another before the 'pursuit of Bai Xin' calmed down."