After receiving a certain response, Jiang Yuan felt slightly relieved.
In the torrential rain, Liu Qiang stood for a long time but couldn't determine on which floor the ghost child was wailing.
After all, the luxury residential area located near the city center's core has a very high safety index, preventing close access. The distance, coupled with the dense raindrops hitting the umbrella fabric, made the thumping noise a real test for one's hearing.
What's more, the ghost child's cries were almost maddening, echoing eerily in the rain, sometimes near, sometimes far, filled with melancholy. Relying on years of experience, he could barely ascertain it was in the building right in front of him, unable to pinpoint the exact floor.
