Chapter 250 What Little Boy

"What little boy? What are you talking about? Where did this boy come from? Stop your bullshitting,

you scumbag, you waste!" Shitstrong, despite being close to involuntary urination from fear, still put

on a tough act.

Indeed, Shitstrong had seen that little boy, and the sight had made him scream, but he did not

believe it was a ghost; he thought it must have been a hallucination. Yes, a hallucination! Ghosts

couldn't be real, and if Shitstrong saw one, it could only be because of a tension-induced illusion.

To be a good forensic pathologist, one must have a strong psychological makeup, and Shitstrong

knew a thing or two about psychology; he was confident in his mental fortitude. Quickly, he adjusted

his mindset, pulling himself out of the panic and reverting to his usual professional composure.

"You said Mia is in this building, where is she?" Shitstrong asked Daniel, feigning calm while

actually eager to leave the premises. Once they found Mia, they could exit.

"Mia is over there." Daniel pointed to the room next door – the room the little boy had entered.

Malevolent spirits instinctively seek their master when in danger, so Daniel was confident Mia was

in that room. Also, he sensed a strong presence of malevolent spirits there, and perhaps even more

malevolent entities had amassed inside.

"You say Mia's in that room? Then let's hurry up and go arrest her!" Shitstrong said.

"Shitstrong, the presence of malevolent spirits is strong in that room. There are many spirits inside,

and possibly other, more malevolent things. Are you sure you want to go in now? I warn you, if you

enter like this, you're definitely going to pee your pants. To avoid embarrassing yourself, it's better

you stay outside. I'll go in with the Sarge and the other team members, we capture Mia, and this

case wraps up."

"What do you mean, scum? Are you trying to humiliate me? I'm the forensic pathologist; I'm the only

one here, and I must be present at the crime scene. If Mia indeed turns out to be the killer, maybe

there are other victims she murdered. Perhaps their bodies are in that room, and you'll need me to

perform the autopsy! Plus, your so-called evil spirits and demons can't scare me. I don't believe that

there are actual ghosts in that room!"

Shitstrong, aiming to impress Ava and to exhibit his courage, strode confidently into the room. As

soon as he entered, he saw a woman in a white dress, hanging from a rope attached to the light,

head drooping and hair covering her entire face, resembling a corpse that had died by hanging.

"Ahh... ahhh..." Shitstrong was so frightened that he let out screams as he ran out of the room.

His behavior shocked the other team members. LightS, curious, asked, "Shitstrong, what did you

see?"

Trying to regain his composure and avoid further humiliation, Shitstrong attempted to downplay the

situation. With a dismissive laugh, he said, "Nothing, I was just joking with you all, trying to lighten

the mood, that's all."