Chapter 250 What Little Boy

"What little boy? What are you talking about? Where did this boy come from? Stop your bullshitting, you scumbag, you waste!" Shitstrong, despite being close to involuntary urination from fear, still put on a tough act. Indeed, Shitstrong had seen that little boy, and the sight had made him scream, but he did not believe it was a ghost; he thought it must have been a hallucination. Yes, a hallucination! Ghosts couldn't be real, and if Shitstrong saw one, it could only be because of a tension-induced illusion. To be a good forensic pathologist, one must have a strong psychological makeup, and Shitstrong knew a thing or two about psychology; he was confident in his mental fortitude. Quickly, he adjusted his mindset, pulling himself out of the panic and reverting to his usual professional composure. "You said Mia is in this building, where is she?" Shitstrong asked Daniel, feigning calm while actually eager to leave the premises. Once they found Mia, they could exit. "Mia is over there