"Hanhai seems a bit different compared to when I first left."
The Black Mist isolates the city, and the truth can no longer be hidden. The Shadow World rapidly infects the city, and when Gao Ming left, it was the time of most variables and chaos.
Stripping off the hazmat suit from the corpse reveals inside just a pitiful ordinary person, neither an investigator with a Black Ring nor a Strange Tale Player who has encountered supernatural events. They have no ability to deal with ghosts and monsters, as if forced into this building.
"There are no fatal wounds on the body." Gao Ming flips the corpse, finally looking towards its eyeballs, which resemble shattered glass balls filled densely with hair: "These dead seem to have been sacrificial offerings to the evil ghost, losing their souls."
