Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin

Zhang Jingtian summoned the Yin Marriage sedan and headed towards the residential area where An Bao had lived.

He had never even heard of that residential area before.

But after arriving, he found that it was even more luxurious than his own Waterfront Lido.

It was clearly a high-quality residential area.

Thinking about it, no matter what, An Bao was a formal card maker and a staff member of the Public Security Bureau, so he couldn't be too poor.

Even Zhang Jingtian, if he sold all his materials, could afford a nice villa in the capital of the Ninth District.

Moreover, with his identity as a formal card maker, finding a good job in the capital would be quite easy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingtian became even more puzzled, why would An Bao commit suicide?

Even if the pressure in the Public Security Bureau was high, compared to ordinary people, it should be easy to realize that he was actually living quite well, right?

Filled with deep doubts, Zhang Jingtian walked into this residential area.

And now, the building where An Bao lived had been sealed off.

Three people in black suits and sunglasses, who looked very important, were standing at the entrance.

When Zhang Jingtian approached, these three people almost simultaneously spread their arms and stopped him.

He then took out his wristband and revealed his identity as a formal card maker.

Sure enough, the three people simultaneously took off their sunglasses.

So young, yet a formal card maker, which made them a little envious.

Zhang Jingtian didn't have time to enjoy their gazes, and said directly: "Didn't your Director Tang tell you, I'm also here to investigate this matter. An Bao and I can be considered to have some friendship."

At this time, the man standing in the middle reacted. When their captain ordered them to guard the gate, he did mention that an external staff member from the Public Security Bureau would come to investigate.

But he didn't expect that this external staff member would be so young, looking like a high school student.

"Are you going in now?" Their status in the Public Security Bureau was even lower than Zhang Jingtian's, so naturally they didn't dare to pretend anymore.

Zhang Jingtian shook his head and instead looked at them:

"Were you familiar with him?"

At this time, the three people looked at each other, and the one in the middle was responsible for summarizing and expressing:

"Actually, we are interns in the Public Security Bureau, even more marginalized than An Bao. Otherwise, our job wouldn't be to be here responsible for letting people pass."

"But the three of us are just getting by. Looking at our ages, you know that we were all over thirty years old when we made our first card."

"So we all know that we don't have much talent in this area, and we won't be sad about it. But An Bao seems to be different."

"He seems to think that he should make some achievements, but… but there are too many powerful people in the Public Security Bureau."

At this time, the person on the left whispered: "And now there are so many geniuses, he will definitely collapse. But even so, he couldn't possibly commit suicide. His mentality must have gone wrong, and then he was taken advantage of by the Disaster Legion!"

Zhang Jingtian knew that he was the genius in their mouths.

An Bao in their conversation was no different from what Director Tang said.

An Bao was a diligent and hardworking person with aspirations but not enough ability.

In fact, there are many such people. Zhang Jingtian felt that he was like this before time-traveling.

But to put it nicely, don't they have ambition?

Pulling back his divergent thoughts, Zhang Jingtian immediately asked: "You should have already looked upstairs, right? Didn't you find any traces of the Disaster Legion?"

Everyone shook their heads: "No, it's as if the Disaster Legion hasn't been here, it's very strange."

Zhang Jingtian nodded and said that asking so much was not as good as going up and taking a look himself.

An Bao lived on the eighth floor, and Zhang Jingtian took the elevator up.

When entering the elevator, he subconsciously summoned Painted Skin.

After the dungeon, he was worried that there would be a monster hidden in the elevator.

Painted Skin was inseparable from Zhang Jingtian, wishing she could wrap Zhang Jingtian three hundred and sixty degrees without dead angles with her body.

There was only one door open on the eighth floor. When approaching it, Zhang Jingtian didn't even smell a trace of strangeness.

"Painted Skin, have you noticed anything wrong?"

Zhang Jingtian asked immediately.

As a ghost, Painted Skin would be more sensitive when sensing her own kind.

But she didn't smell any scent of her own kind at all and shook her head.

The doubts in Zhang Jingtian's heart deepened, and he let Painted Skin walk in front to scout the way for him.

When Zhang Jingtian walked into the room, there were no incredible supernatural phenomena like those horror movies.

He saw a clean room of a boy.

There was a shoe rack at the door, which contained many sneakers.

The living room was very clean, and there were no dirty underwear, smelly socks, or unthrown takeaways.

When he walked to the balcony, he could even see the green plants that An Bao used to raise, growing vigorously towards the sun.

It could be seen that An Bao was a person who loved life. His house was more yang than Zhang Jingtian's own.

Why would such a person choose to commit suicide?

The last door was the bedroom, which was also the place where An Bao chose to hang himself.

This place was sealed by a card, but when Zhang Jingtian put his wristband over it and confirmed his identity, the seal was automatically lifted.

I have to say that these cards are quite convenient and do not require extra manpower at all.

Painted Skin still took the lead. There was no corpse in the house, only the position of the corpse marked with a pen.

Only this bedroom, when Zhang Jingtian walked in, had a gloomy feeling.

When he made the human skin drum, after looking at a certain unspeakable existence, he was particularly sensitive to these strange auras.

He, almost like Painted Skin, noticed something was wrong at the same time.

"He must have been affected by the Disaster Legion, there are residual traces here. But the Disaster Legion guy seems to have moved."

Zhang Jingtian was very sure that this aura was a trace of residue, and the main body was no longer here.

Strange, the ghost that can quietly control a Silver card maker must be strong.

It can come and go without a trace, didn't anyone notice?

Is it true that there are no card makers left in their Lanruo City?

In the bedroom, Zhang Jingtian only found one strange thing.