Logan Sullivan paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head halfway and gave a strange smile. For a split second, Charles Gray even felt as if his soul had been seized by those terrifyingly dark eyes.

He heard Logan Sullivan say softly, in a voice that sent chills down his spine, “You know, sometimes, a person can have more than one shadow.”

Charles Gray didn’t make a sound, sliding down the wall behind him like a limp noodle.

Logan Sullivan: “……”

“It’s all your fault.” Darrin Grant flicked his tail, circling the fainted Charles Gray twice. This unlucky little intern was getting further and further down the path of “fainting once a day.” The black cat flicked his tail in annoyance. “What good does it do you to scare him unconscious?”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose.” Logan Sullivan nudged Charles Gray lightly with his foot. The intern slid down his calf with no reaction at all. “How was I supposed to know this guy is voice-activated? Just two sentences and he faints? At most, I thought… he’d wet his pants or something.”

Darrin Grant: “……”

“That way I could deduct the cost of adult diapers from his bonus.” Logan Sullivan bent down, hoisted Charles Gray up, and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, swinging him as he walked. His movements were brisk, but his tone was icy. “Tell me, whose well-connected kid is this? Got shoved right under my nose to be an eyesore.”

“Rumor has it a big shot just parachuted into the department, and that’s this kid’s uncle,” said Darrin Grant.

Logan Sullivan asked expressionlessly, “Does that idiot not know that Special Investigation Bureau isn’t under the Ministry of Public Security? Or does he want his nephew to get a ‘death in the line of duty’?”

Darrin Grant let out a yowl: “If you’ve got guts, don’t take it out on me—slam the transfer order in his face! Behind his back you call him an idiot, but to his face it’s ‘Leader’ this and ‘Leader’ that, more affectionate than a godson. I’ve lived for thousands of years, and I’ve never seen a ‘Grandmaster’ as shameless as you.”

“Losing face is minor; starving to death is major.” Logan Sullivan stubbed out his cigarette and gave the cat a light pat on the forehead. “And you so-called upright comrades, take a good look at your own consciences. Your positions, your monthly salaries and bonuses, the holiday perks, and the right to work without interference from other departments—did all that just blow in on the wind? What’s integrity? Can you eat it? Is it tasty?”

Having been eating imported cat food for so long that even his figure was becoming international, Darrin Grant silently shut up.

Throughout history, every “Soulbound Grandmaster” has managed the affairs of the underworld from among the living. Even if they didn’t show it, they always saw themselves as outcasts among the living. Rarely was there someone as worldly as Logan Sullivan.

And not only was he worldly, he was also smooth and adaptable, thriving wherever he went—a man who could handle the underworld and a banquet alike, toasting and joking with “brothers” on his lips while cursing them in his heart.

As for eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and playing the game—he was a master of all vices.

From the old cat’s perspective, if Logan Sullivan hadn’t “unfortunately” inherited the Soulbound Order, he might have become a big shot just by relying on his natural-born scoundrel skills.

Chapter 6: The Reincarnation Sundial Five …

“What happened in the hallway just now?” With his mouth full, Darrin Grant could only clear his throat and change the subject. “Why did your ‘Soul Mirror’ suddenly give a warning?”

“Something was following us,” said Logan Sullivan. “But as soon as I shone a light on it, it ran off. Probably didn’t mean any harm.”

“So it’s not the killer?”

“Of course not. You think I can’t tell the difference between a newly dead ghost and something truly evil?” Logan Sullivan strolled around the hallway with Charles Gray slung over his shoulder. “Besides, you saw that handprint by the corpse, right? ‘Skin and bones, fingers long as whips’—I can’t say exactly what it is yet, but it’s definitely not human… Damn, this guy’s solid as a rock, heavy as hell. I need to find a place to dump him.”

With that, Logan Sullivan found a corner and casually dropped Charles Gray.

Director Sullivan looked at Charles Gray with a blank expression for a while, seemingly ready to just walk away and leave him to his fate. But after a moment, he silently rolled up his pant leg, squatted down, took a small bottle from his pocket, and sprinkled a circle around Charles Gray. Then he bit his own middle finger and dabbed a drop of blood between Charles Gray’s brows.

The moment the blood touched Charles Gray, it was absorbed into his skin and vanished instantly. The effect was immediate—the unlucky intern’s pale face looked noticeably better.

After finishing all this, Logan Sullivan raised his hand and gave Charles Gray a hard smack on the head, muttering under his breath, “Useless idiot, I’ve been annoyed with you for a long time.”

“Cut it out, Logan Sullivan, check your watch.”

Logan Sullivan looked down and saw that the dial of his “Soul Mirror” watch was glowing red again. A sharp meow came from underfoot. Following Darrin Grant’s gaze, he saw an old woman in a dark funeral robe standing behind them, though he hadn’t noticed when she’d appeared.

The old woman turned and walked away, stopping after a few steps as if to lead them somewhere.

“A newly dead ghost?” Darrin Grant scampered after her on his four short legs, grumbling, “Haunting in broad daylight? Are you blind, you perv?”

“Shut up. Can’t you see she can’t speak? Can’t you see she still has the aura of the living? Can’t you see she’s walking on two legs instead of floating? Fatso, is your cat brain okay?”

After a sharp turn, the old woman disappeared. In front of them was a staircase leading straight to the roof.

Darrin Grant sneezed and sniffed. “What a strong aura of resentment.”

Logan Sullivan bent down and picked him up. “Looks like it’s not Professor Sherman. She brought us in here. Let’s follow and see.”

Man and cat carefully made their way up. The steps felt soft underfoot, not like concrete, but more like some living thing. Countless shadowy hands reached out from the darkness, grabbing at any living thing daring to intrude, but the moment they touched Logan Sullivan’s pant leg, they were forcefully bounced away.

“Every school has a suicide quota each year. As long as the number of deaths doesn’t exceed that, it’s not a big deal,” Logan Sullivan said. “But I heard that Blackstone University has gone over the limit three years in a row. The old campus buildings aren’t very tall, so you can’t guarantee a jump will be fatal. Only these new buildings are high enough. The problem is, this building is right on a spot that gathers yin energy. The design of the big corners inside has created a bunch of gun-shaped, highly inauspicious rooms and hallways. Once filth gets sucked in, it can’t get out, and over time, it all gets trapped here. The resentment must be huge.”

As he finished speaking, they reached the top of the stairs. The small door to the roof was closed, with a faint light shining through. Logan Sullivan took out a transit card, slipped it into the lock, and with a gentle twist, the nearly broken metal door creaked open.

Logan Sullivan held up his lighter and slowly stepped onto the roof.

The view from the eighteenth floor was wide open. From here, you could look down and see Blackstone University’s greenery like a primeval forest on one side, and the bustling main road of the city center on the other, teeming with people and traffic.

A girl stood on the rooftop, her back to him.

Logan Sullivan cautiously called out, “Hey, classmate…”

But before he could finish, the girl suddenly climbed over the railing and, without a sound, leapt off!

Instinctively, Logan Sullivan lunged forward, reaching out to grab her. His reaction was quick, and he clearly caught hold of the back of her clothes, but his fingers passed straight through her. The next moment, her figure vanished, as if she’d only been a phantom in the void.

The black cat trotted over like a bouncing ball. “What happened? Was she human?”

“No, she moved too fast,” Logan Sullivan unconsciously rubbed his fingers. “I didn’t have time to tell if she was really…”

Logan Sullivan was born with yin-yang eyes, used to seeing both worlds overlap since childhood. Ironically, that fleeting glimpse made it even harder for him to tell if she was human or something else.

Before the black cat could speak, hurried footsteps sounded behind them. Logan Sullivan turned to see the same girl running up the stairs, head down, her face blurred and unreadable.

This time, Logan Sullivan didn’t even get a word out before she suddenly sped up, dashing off the roof as if racing for food at the cafeteria.

Logan Sullivan reached out and grabbed her shoulder, but the same thing happened—his hand passed right through, and the girl’s shadow dissolved in midair.

After that, jumping off the building seemed to become the latest trend. One after another, faceless girls lined up from all directions, leaping off the rooftop as if it were a festival.