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Zhang Mingda rushed forward, only to find the empty staircase devoid of any anomalies. He searched several floors up and down, yet still found nothing. Disappointed, he returned to the corridor, only to be astonished to discover that the owner of the Computer Company had already fled in fear.
Zhang Mingda chuckled helplessly to himself, thinking that it was just the wind; these people were truly making a fuss over nothing.
However, as he pondered this while walking toward his office, he couldn't shake the feeling that a shadow was following him closely behind. Each time he turned around suddenly, he found only the empty corridor behind him. He recalled something a Thai person once said: sometimes, dirty things can ride on a person's neck, making them bear it forever without escape.
Instinctively, Zhang Mingda touched his neck and felt a slight soreness, as if something heavy was pressing down on it. Rubbing his neck, he walked into the empty elevator with a heavy heart.
After stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Mingda headed straight for Su Xiaoshuang's office. He wasn't looking to discuss the "dirty thing," but rather was eager to know about the progress in hiring security. He had previously briefed Su Xiaoshuang on this matter and wondered if she had found a suitable candidate.
Engaged in the jewelry business and new to the area, Zhang Mingda felt unfamiliar with the locals. To quickly find a reliable security guard, he had to rely on Su Xiaoshuang.
Arriving at her office door, he knocked but received no response. Growing anxious, he knocked again with more force but still got no reply.
Could Su Xiaoshuang be out? Zhang Mingda quickly pulled out his phone to call her.
He heard his phone ringing from behind the door and waited patiently. However, after a long time, there was still no sign of Su Xiaoshuang answering. He pushed the door handle and discovered it was locked from the inside.
“Oh no!” A chilling thought flashed through Zhang Mingda's mind.
Without hesitation, he slammed his shoulder against the door and kicked it hard, creating a loud noise that startled employees from the neighboring office. They all set down their work and rushed over in groups to help.
However, Su Xiaoshuang's office door was made of solid wood and exceptionally sturdy; it had a specially designed double-lock system that resisted all their efforts to break it down.
At that moment, one quick-thinking employee swiftly dialed the Locksmith Company.
Before long, a short man in work attire hurried over.
He skillfully took out his tools and within moments managed to unlock the door.
The last line of defense on the door was a security chain, which remained locked from the inside.
Zhang Mingda anxiously shouted Su Xiaoshuang's name, his voice filled with worry and urgency.
Among the crowd, someone crouched down to peek through the crack of the door, only to be horrified by the scene inside, their face turning pale as they stumbled back. The sofa and chairs were all overturned, lying on their backs, while only a large desk stood upright.
Documents were scattered all over the room, resembling a blizzard aftermath, papers blanketing the floor like snowflakes, as if a tornado had just wreaked havoc here.
At Zhang Mingda's desperate request, everyone rallied together and charged at the door, finally breaking open the security chain.
Without hesitation, Zhang Mingda rushed inside and immediately spotted Su Xiaoshuang lying behind the desk.
His heart raced as he picked her up, unable to suppress a loud cry.
The others followed closely behind but were met with terror as they discovered that a dagger was plunged into Su Xiaoshuang's chest, blood gushing out and staining her clothes.
Zhang Mingda trembled as he reached for Su Xiaoshuang's pulse, then shook his head weakly, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair.
At that moment, someone inadvertently glanced up at the ceiling and suddenly screamed in terror, clutching their head and fleeing.
The others followed his gaze and were instantly paralyzed with fear, scrambling to escape. Even the locksmith paid no heed to his payment; his legs moved as if propelled by wheels of fire, vanishing in an instant.
In the entire room, only Zhang Mingda remained with Su Xiaoshuang, whose breath was fading in his arms, along with another woman.
That woman stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes lost and bewildered, as if she had been stunned by the sight before her.
Zhang Mingda fought back his grief and immediately contacted the Bangkok Police.
The police quickly launched an investigation. Su Xiaoshuang's office was also located on the 18th floor; it had no windows and relied primarily on air conditioning for ventilation. The floor-to-ceiling windows were sealed shut.
This meant that aside from the door opened by the locksmith's staff, there were no other exits from the office.
After examining the scene, the Thai police sighed helplessly and told Zhang Mingda in broken English that Su Xiaoshuang had committed suicide.
They thought Zhang Mingda couldn't understand Thai, so they spoke loudly and freely in the language.
Although Zhang Mingda couldn't hear them clearly, he repeatedly caught one word—“pi.”
He knew that “pi” in Thai meant “ghost.”
As the police prepared to leave the scene, they couldn't help but glance up at the ceiling, which was completely bare.
What had those people seen that made them flee in such terror?
When questioned, they all claimed to have witnessed something extremely horrifying. The police then asked Zhang Mingda, who replied that he had seen nothing; the ceiling was clean and empty. They proceeded to question the woman who remained, but she merely shook her head in confusion, stating that she had seen nothing either.
The woman, around 60 years old, was a cleaner in the building. When she heard about the incident on the 18th floor, she rushed over to see what was happening.
Around her neck hung eight heavy protective amulets.
“It’s these talismans that protected her,” a Thai police officer said with certainty.
As for Zhang Mingda, their explanation was simple: “Those who do not believe do not see.”
In other words, if you do not believe in ghosts, you will not see those terrifying things.
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