Chapter 51 All the Missing Persons.

The vast mall was eerily quiet.

Not a single sound, save for the footsteps of Yang Jian as he made his way through.

Outside, dusk must have settled, the sun shining through the glass windows bringing a trace of light to the dim mall.

But this light wouldn't last for long.

Once night fell,

with the mall's lights turned off, it would be pitch-black, where one couldn't see their hand in front of them.

"Sssss... left, on your left, there's someone standing there," Jiang Yan's tense voice transmitted from the satellite navigation cell phone on Yang Jian's chest, accompanied by the sound of static.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and emanating a stench of decay stood calmly on the left side at the bend in the corridor, with eyes closed, motionless like a puppet.

Yang Jian strode forward, glanced left, and his eyes flickered, "I see him."

He sidestepped and continued forward, passing directly by the middle-aged man.