I deliver food in a bizarre world

Lin Xiao took out his tool from his pocket and carefully collected the scraps of paper into a plastic bag.

"It could also be a remnant of some kind of marking," he observed carefully. "We can only take it back for further cleaning before we can conduct a comparative analysis."

Under Zhou Mingyu's command, the other two installed several wireless cameras at different locations along the road. The cameras were hidden in the gaps between tree branches or ruins, making them very discreet, yet providing excellent vantage points.

"The cameras cover the main areas, and we can see any movement at night in real time."

Chen Mo nodded: "Yes, that car is a physical object. If it appears, it will definitely be captured on camera."

Just as everyone was busy, a voice suddenly drifted into Chen Mo's ears.

Like whispers during evening self-study, the voices seemed to come through thick glass, muffled and impossible to discern.

The sound was so fleeting that even Li Haojie and Su Yifan, who possessed the ability to see ghosts, failed to notice it.

Chen Mo suddenly looked up, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the brick wall at the end of the road.

That direction...

But apart from the heavy shadows and lingering obsessions, there was nothing there.

"Have you found anything?" Su Yifan noticed Chen Mo's unusual behavior and immediately asked.

"I heard a sound, but I probably misheard it," Chen Mo shook his head.

The group returned the way they came, leaving this forgotten corner of the city.

Although no trace of the minibus was found, the group gathered some clues and confirmed the unusual situation at the location.

When they returned to the office, it was nearly dusk. After a brief exchange of their findings, Li Wenjing and Su Yifan immediately began analyzing the shredded paper.

After connecting the camera signal and debugging the remote monitoring system, Zhou Mingyu, based on the on-site investigation, used special methods to search online for old news reports about the Seventh Textile Factory car accident.

The remaining people carefully reviewed the documents printed by Li Wenjing, filtering out the information.

By 8 p.m., Li Wenjing had made some initial progress.

She projected the cleaned and enlarged image of the shredded paper onto the computer screen: "These fragments, when pieced together, can be confirmed to be part of an old-fashioned train ticket. Jinghai City used this type of ticket decades ago."

Su Yifan: "Although the handwriting on the ticket is blurry, you can still make out the letters after comparison. It starts with the words 'JX' and there seems to be a number 7 at the end."

"JX...7?" Everyone pondered, but had no clue.

Su Yifan continued, "I guess it might be the vehicle number or the route number. The shuttle buses of the Seventh Textile Factory back then probably had a similar numbering system. Of course, this is just my guess, don't let my preconceived notions influence you."

"Indeed, we shouldn't be misled just because this car appeared near the Seventh Textile Factory. We should treat them as two separate events."

"I've checked every news report I could find about the car accident from back then," Zhou Mingyu suddenly said, drawing the attention of the others. He switched pages, and several yellowed newspaper scans appeared on the screen.

"The reports were very brief, only saying that a factory shuttle bus overturned near the factory area, causing multiple injuries and deaths, without disclosing specific numbers or details. The cause of the accident was also vague, with some saying it was due to driver error and others saying it was due to the vehicle being old and in disrepair."

"This information has been deliberately obscured," Su Yifan pointed out. "An accident that caused multiple deaths is being reported so lightly; it's clearly abnormal without even considering a conspiracy theory perspective."

"Any results from Wang Jianguo's background check?" Chen Mo asked.

"I've checked," Li Wenjing replied. "His resume is clean; he's just an ordinary company employee. His social relationships are simple, he has no debts or disputes, and there's no record of contact with any suspicious individuals or organizations. However..."

Li Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "I've sorted through the information he provided. The only unusual thing about him lately is that he's been working overtime continuously, which has led to irregular work and rest schedules and a lot of mental stress."

Li Haojie scratched his head: "This... doesn't seem like enough reason for him to be targeted by such a paranormal event, does it? There are far more people working overtime in Jinghai City."

"Perhaps the reason lies not with him, but elsewhere," Lin Xiao speculated. "Maybe he just happened to meet some condition, or he appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"It's alright, the surveillance cameras are already in place," Zhou Mingyu said. "The cameras are working properly and the signal is very stable, so we'll be able to see if there's any activity on that road tonight."

Chen Mo looked at the shattered ticket fragments on the screen, then at the dozens of old news reports printed on A4 sheets of paper, and a vague feeling of unease crept into his heart, growing stronger and stronger.

Lin Xiao's words make sense, but they are not detectives and have no right to conduct detailed investigations into the lives of their clients; that would be too offensive.

He stood up and said to everyone, "Everyone, please work hard tonight. Sister Jing, please continue to investigate the Seventh Textile Factory and that car accident. See if you can find any survivors or employees from that time."

"The remaining four people will take turns in pairs to monitor the surveillance footage. I'm going to the old town to check on the place where we last encountered the minibus."

As night deepened, the lights in the office remained on.

On the monitoring screen in front of Zhou Mingyu, four segments clearly showed the real-time situation of the dead-end road and the surrounding area. In infrared mode, the outlines of vegetation and ruins were clearly visible.

Lin Xiao sat to the side, his hands supporting his chin, his brows furrowed.

A notebook was spread out in front of him, containing a simple topographical map and possible routes of movement.

Su Yifan and Li Haojie dozed off nearby, preparing to keep watch until the wee hours. Li Wenjing, on the other hand, was busy at her computer, the sound of her keyboard clicking incessantly as she tried to dig up information about the Seventh Textile Factory from its past through less common channels.

Chen Mo had already ridden his electric scooter to the bus stop in the western suburbs.

Time passed by, and apart from the weeds being blown by the night wind, there was nothing unusual in the surveillance footage.

It continued until 11:30.

Zhou Mingyu suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Something's up!"

The two people who were dozing off were instantly awakened, and everyone else's eyes were immediately focused on the monitor screen.

In the screen slightly to the right of center, the monitor was of the dead end near the brick wall at the end of the road. The image on the screen began to distort slightly, accompanied by a buzzing electrical noise.

Zhou Mingyu quickly checked the equipment's status, his brow furrowing: "It's not a malfunction!"

Su Yifan asked, "Was the signal severely interfered with?"

"right!"

Li Wenjing stood up. Her seat was behind Zhou Mingyu, and she could see his computer as soon as she stood up.

Under everyone's gaze, at the center of that distorted area, the air seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, and a dark red, blurry outline began to slowly condense!