?40: 40 Section Answers 40: 40 Section Answers Hai Mingzhu simply couldn’t understand why Jin Xin and Shen Yue seemed indifferent.

    After starting the competitive hiring process at 8 p.m.

    the night before, they encountered all strange and spooky events, went through all hardship till three in the morning on the next day.

    They almost drowned on the thirteenth floor of the Giant Building.

    At that time, she was praying for survival and promised to value life more than ever.

    But the result suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

    It ended just like that?

    Hai Mingzhu couldn’t accept this outcome.

    Seeing Hai Mingzhu’s stubbornness, Shen Yue finally spoke, “Do you have another explanation?”

    Hai Mingzhu looked at Shen Yue who was still concealing, and complained, “You both still treat me as an outsider.”

    Jin Xin couldn’t help but say, “If Shen Yue doesn’t treat you like an outsider, should he treat you like an insider?”

    Hai Mingzhu’s face turned slightly red.

    She knew that in ancient times, being an insider meant being a wife.

    Pretending not to understand, she said, “You don’t consider me one of your own.

    The facts are obvious, I don’t understand why you are not willing to face reality?”

    “What is reality?” Shen Yue retorted.

    “The reality is the Giant Building really has a non-existent thirteenth floor!” Hai Mingzhu blurted out, “I suspect there is indeed a connection between the Giant Corporation and the Butterfly.

    They intentionally sent us to the bizarre thirteenth floor to feed the ghosts.

    Fortunately, we had Advisor Shen and were able to find an escape route.

    They thought we were doomed but we managed to escape.

    To cover up the truth, they sent Gao Jie to play it down, blaming everything on Manager Song’s mental issues.”

    Seething with anger, Hai Mingzhu gravely said, “This was premeditated murder.

    Since we really did encounter a ghost, we should not be too weak to pretend that nothing happened for the sake of money.

    We should report it to the police and expose the dirty business that the Giant Corporation has been doing with ghosts over the years.

    Perhaps many people have died on the thirteenth floor.

    We should seek justice for them.”

    Seeing Shen Yue and Jin Xin’s indifference, Hai Mingzhu was provoked, “You two really disappoint me.

    I never expected that you’d lose your conscience for money and make a shameful deal of silence with Giant Corporation!”

    She thought Shen Yue would be discontented but he burst into laughter, “How shall we report to the police?

    Tell them we saw a ghost?

    Where is the ghost?

    Have they murdered anyone?

    Who’s dead?

    Do you know that?

    Have you seen the body?”

    Flabbergasted by Shen Yue’s rapid-fire questions, Hai Mingzhu was slightly taken aback and stuttered, “Wait, I…” only to realize that she had no answer to any of his questions.

    Shen Yue pulled out two small bottles of medicine from his pocket and handed them to Hai Mingzhu.

    Accepting the bottles in a daze, Hai Mingzhu frowned developing a sense of bewilderment, “Vistrol, Midazolam?

    Why are you giving me this?

    I don’t have any mental problems, nor am I depressed.”

    Graduating in psychology, Hai Mingzhu was familiar with the two medicines, which were used for psychiatric symptoms and anti-depression.

    “These two bottles of medicine were dropped by Manager Song.” Shen Yue revealed the truth straightaway.

    “When did he drop these?” Hai Mingzhu asked puzzledly.

    “When you all were watching Manager Song being possessed by the female ghost, trying to strangle Xun Jiasheng.” Shen Yue explained.

    Hai Mingzhu was taken aback.

    She remembered that Xun Jiasheng and Manager Song were rolling on the ground, and Shen Yue stepped forward to intervene.

    She thought Shen Yue was going to mediate, but all he did was pick up the medicine.

    “Jin Xin, it’s your turn to say something,” Shen Yue said.

    Jin Xin coughed, clearing his throat, “According to our previous investigation, Manager Song’s wife had a car accident a while ago and is currently in the ICU for observation.

    She is an actress in a drama troupe, primarily performing old plays set in the Republic of China period.

    The screenplay is written by a third-rate writer who likes to fabricate stories.

    With a limited audience, the old dramas are not popular, so Manager Song’s wife’s salary is not high.

    ICU hospitalization is very expensive and the financial pressure is all on Manager Song.

    He seems to love his wife very much and is enduring this hardship.”

    “Hold on, we were talking about ghosts, why do you suddenly mention Manager Song’s wife?” Hai Mingzhu interrupted.

    Jin Xin chuckled, “This is some of the information I gathered before and didn’t seem useful.

    But when Shen Yue handed me the medicine, we felt we were getting closer to the truth.

    You studied psychology; you should know that under tremendous pressure, a person may develop symptoms of mental disturbance, schizophrenia, or depression.”

    “You are suggesting that…Manager Song is genuinely schizophrenic?” Hai Mingzhu asked, finding it hard to believe.

    “It appears so.”

    Jin Xin sighed, “Until Shen Yue showed me the medication, I had no idea that Manager Song was taking anti-depressants.

    If I had known about his condition earlier, I would not have provoked him during our initial meeting.” He finished, looking somewhat regretful.

    Hai Mingzhu looked at the two men in front of her, still dubious, “So you’re saying that Manager Song was schizophrenic and when he entered the thirteenth floor, he thought he was the Butterfly, and that’s why he staged a play?”

    Shen Yue nodded, “I think Manager Song’s mental breakdown could also be related to his long-term working environment.

    He’s a conscientious person, but he often had to act against his conscience when working under Xun Jiasheng.

    Coupled with the fact that Jiasheng showed him no respect and the peculiar environment of the thirteenth floor due to the death contract this time, induced his complete collapse, making him believe he was the Butterfly.”

    Jin Xin nodded slightly in agreement.

    Hai Mingzhu stared at the two men, who played off each other.

    Once the haziness in her mind cleared, she sorted out her thoughts and muttered, “There are still questions I don’t believe.

    Firstly, the thirteenth floor doesn’t exist in reality, we entered an alternate spatial dimension.”

    Shen Yue couldn’t help but laugh, “Can’t deny you have a good imagination, but the thirteenth floor indeed exists.”

    “Manager Xun said there is no thirteenth floor, they sent Manager Song to personally confirm it,” Hai Mingzhu recalled very clearly.

    Jin Xin discussed with me earlier about the existence of the thirteenth floor.

    Therefore, while riding the elevator, I counted the time in my heart.

    The time taken by the elevator from the twelfth to the fourteenth floor is approximately twice the normal time it takes to traverse one floor.

    This indicates that there is indeed a floor between the twelfth and fourteenth floors,” Shen Yue explained, noticing Hai Mingzhu’s astonished gaze, “Didn’t you feel the cold breeze when we entered the thirteenth floor through the ventilation duct?”

    “Yeah, so what?”

    “The breeze indicates the ventilation system is functioning normally,” Shen Yue explained, “The floor is indeed unusual, but the ventilation system is no different from other floors.

    I just climbed out following the usual direction of the ventilation duct.

    Does an alternate spatial dimension also need a ventilation system?”

    Hai Mingzhu fell silent for a while and then asked, “But how did Manager Song know the story?”

    “His wife is a drama troupe actress who often performs in Republic of China period dramas.

    She must know some old stories about performers,” Jin Xin prompted.

    “You are saying he was influenced by his wife’s job and knew about the Butterfly?” Being a psychology major, Hai Mingzhu argued, “But why was he able to speak of the truth from that time?”

    “You think that’s the truth?” Shen Yue countered, “Do you really know what the truth was back then?”

    Hai Mingzhu stopped talking.

    She understood what Shen Yue was implying: even if Manager Song made up the story about the Butterfly, no one could confirm whether it was true or not. S~ea??h the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Fuming, Hai Mingzhu questioned them again, “So, from the start, you both assumed that Manager Song was schizophrenic.

    You didn’t actually believe in ghosts, did you?

    Then why did you say your company handled unclean matters?”

    Shen Yue looked into the distant night.

    The night sky was vibrant.

    The night before dawn seemed somewhat lonely.

    “For a rookie, you’re bound to make mistakes and even misjudgments when you first start, because everyone grows from their mistakes.

    As long as you learn from them and rectify your errors, you’ll be fine!

    But I want to tell you one thing for sure,” said Shen Yue pensively: “Remember, if there are ghosts in this world, they definitely exist in people’s hearts, not wandering around in the world!”