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Liu looked at everything in front of her, hesitant to act recklessly. She quietly backed the car into a concealed spot, waiting for the police cars to leave one after another. A few people she recognized appeared at the entrance: Ziya, Sun Meng, Liang Chao, and Yuan Ye… along with two cleaners, Xiao Cui and the recently arrived Aunt Chen. She pressed her lips together, not daring to move forward and could only retrace her steps back to the hotel.
Ziya did not feel happy about having accomplished something significant; instead, her heart felt as if it were crushed under a heavy stone. Sun Meng and Liang Chao excitedly discussed the expressions they had seen on the faces of those 'ghosts' earlier, which were more terrifying than encountering actual ghosts.
What surprised them was that such a mysterious haunting incident was actually man-made. It stemmed from long-term unfair treatment that twisted their originally kind hearts into something grotesque. They never thought to use the law to defend their rights and dignity; instead, they resorted to extreme measures of murder for revenge.
Even more shocking was that those lush green faux Brazilian potted plants could also kill. Normally, these plants would be harmless, but when mixed with a certain chemical mist, they would produce toxins. Prolonged exposure could lead to brain hypoxia and disordered brain cells, resulting in hallucinations in severe cases.
This night was destined to be another sleepless one, and Ziya was not the only one unable to sleep. In the detention center of the Public Security Bureau, Li Mingxiang also tossed and turned restlessly as scenes from the past replayed in her mind… She never intended to harm many people; seeing Fat Sister's arrogant demeanor filled her with deep hatred… After Fat Sister's death, during a meeting with Liu Haoming, she regretted her actions… She wanted to withdraw those harmful faux Brazilian plants but didn’t anticipate that Fat Sister's death would draw Ziya's attention, compounded by the appearance of corpse marks…
Li Mingxiang wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes again, knowing she had committed an unforgivable crime—no amount of dying a thousand or ten thousand times could bring back the dead. But thinking of her family… she fell into deep memories…
As an ordinary typist, each day was filled with both busy and monotonous work. To put it nicely, she was a typist; to put it bluntly, she was just a general laborer. If she did well, she would receive appreciative glances; if not, she would face disdainful mockery.
Li Mingxiang’s real name was Xue XX; she was not from this city. Her family lived in a remote mountainous area of B City, consisting of six members: her parents-in-law, her younger sister Duan Xiulan, herself, and her husband. Duan Xiulan saw others from their village going out to work and earn money and insisted on going too.
Her family absolutely refused to let their daughter go work in an unfamiliar city. However, Duan Xiulan was very stubborn and insisted on going, even threatening her parents and siblings with starvation. Reluctantly, her family agreed to her request and sent her off to the bus station to follow a distant relative to A City for work.
Not long after, that distant relative returned with news that Duan Xiulan had gotten married—who she married or where remained unknown. The family grew anxious; her father-in-law fell gravely ill out of anger shortly thereafter. Her mother-in-law also succumbed to grief over her daughter’s disobedience and embarrassing actions; she passed away six months later due to stress from losing her husband.
Duan Xiulan vanished without a trace—alive or dead—and people would gossip about how someone’s daughter had run off with someone else. Thus, Duan Xiulan became a local laughingstock.
Her husband was a passionate man who refused to believe his sister could do something so outrageous. Amidst the village gossip, he confronted their distant relative again, clenching his fists until he revealed the truth: his sister had gone missing at a construction site. Ignoring his wife's objections, he scraped together fare and set off alone for A City in search of his sister.
Arriving in the unfamiliar metropolis, Duan Zhengming was disoriented and unable to tell east from west. After some effort, he learned that his sister had once worked at a construction site, the project being the Daily News Building.
When he reached the building, a completion ceremony was underway. The place was festooned with decorations, and red firecracker paper covered the ground. Surrounded by unfamiliar faces, he anxiously paced at the entrance until a friendly-looking security guard in uniform noticed him.
"Hey! Brother, are you looking for work?" The guard's hometown dialect made Duan Zhengming feel a sense of familiarity in this foreign land.
"You’re from B City too," Duan Zhengming exclaimed in surprise.
Thus, they were introduced. The guard, named Yang Lingzi, had just started working at the building. "How's the pay here?" Duan Zhengming thought it would be best to stay temporarily while searching for his sister.
"It's not great; the wages are cut down drastically. Sigh! It's like this everywhere now—without education, you get the short end of the stick," Yang Lingzi replied with a bitter smile.
So, Duan Zhengming stayed on as a security guard at the building. However, an unfortunate incident occurred later when he was struck by a speeding motorcycle while crossing the street. At that moment, he felt nothing and quickly got back up, naively calling out to the rider that his sturdy body could withstand anything.
That night, Duan Zhengming began to bleed from his nose. It started with a drop or two but soon turned into a torrent that he couldn't stop. Seeing this, Yang Lingzi hurriedly took him to the hospital, but on the way there, Duan Zhengming died.
Yang Lingzi sought compensation from Zhang Maocai, the building's manager. However, Zhang Maocai was notoriously stingy; he would only part with money if it pleased him or if there was something to gain. Otherwise, it was impossible to get even a penny from him.
With no other options, Yang Lingzi had to use his own wages to cover the ambulance costs and the expenses for preserving Duan Zhengming's body before rushing home to inform the Duan family.
Meanwhile, at home, Li Mingxiang was completely unaware of her husband's situation. She had just returned from visiting her married sister-in-law, Duan Xiuying, when an unfamiliar person arrived to deliver the tragic news.
The shocking news left her stunned; she felt as if the world was spinning around her. After a long moment of silence, she burst into tears. A high school graduate, she silently vowed to seek revenge. After handling her husband's funeral arrangements in A City, she adopted a new identity and applied for a position as a typist at the building.
Fearing that she was too weak on her own, she soon introduced Duan Xiuying to work here as a Cleaner. Duan Xiuying had just recently married, and how could she endure the loneliness? Although she was also searching for relevant clues, she ended up creating a scandal with the security guard at the entrance.
Li Mingxiang dressed herself up as a female ghost, intending to scare the guard during his patrol. However, she ended up frightening two security guards to death on the spot. Of course, no one knew about this, including Duan Xiuying, who thought there was a ghost in the building that scared her partner to death.
Li Mingxiang had little patience for those who bullied the lowest-level workers in the building. Aminzi, a Cleaner, was scrubbing dirt off the Mirror Surface while standing on the granite sink. Lao Ran walked into the restroom and immediately spotted her.
"Hey! Be careful not to break the countertop," Lao Ran said as he unzipped his pants and started to urinate, completely disregarding that there was a woman present.
Embarrassed, Aminzi quit her job and went home the next day. She complained to Li, "Damn it, these city folks really have hearts of stone. I thought he was warning me to be careful not to fall, but he was just telling me not to break the countertop. I’m done with this cold-hearted job."
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