It’s easy to make up an excuse for not coming home overnight while on a business trip.

After brushing off Gao Xiu, I was already off the highway, turning into a deserted mountain.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, clusters of barren mountains hidden in a layer of mist, only vaguely leaving an undulating outline.

There was no road ahead, so I had to walk up.

With a flashlight in my mouth, I opened the trunk and took out a shovel.

There were still traces of construction around.

A few years ago, a wealthy businessman contracted this land, planning to build an amusement park.

He invested billions, but who knew, just a few months into construction, an excavator dug up a woman's head.

A dismemberment case occurred, and the businessman found it inauspicious, so the project completely stopped.

After walking for half an hour, I stopped in front of a broken tree stump.

Something was off.

With one shove of the shovel, a chilling sensation instantly ran down my back.

The soil, indeed, had been disturbed by someone.