Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âIf you donât have anything else to say, Iâm leaving.â
Ming Shu prepared to go.
When she reached the door, Kong Jianguoâs voice sounded again. âHow did you discover it was me?â
Ming Shu turned back and Kong Jianguo stared at her insidiously.
He didnât think he had left any traces. Those cops had been investigating for so long without a clue, but how did she find him?
âI didnât.â Ming Shu revealed an innocent face and said honestly, âI asked someone else.â
âSomeone else?â Who?
Ming Shu seemed to remember something and corrected her words slowly. âOh, sorry, itâs not someone else, it was a ghost.â
Kong Jianguoâs eyes widened.
âDonât you believe it?â Ming Shu folded her arms over her chest with her lips slightly arched. âJust think about it. You did it very carefully and left no clues, who would be able to know it was you? But ghosts are different. You canât see them, so do you watch out for them? Actually, they might be right next to you when you kill someone...â
From his surrender to his confession, Kong Jianguo never had much emotion in his eyes. He remained cool and cruel.
But now he seemed scared.
âGhosts...â
He struggled to utter a word.
He looked at Ming Shu with strange eyes.
As if he was looking at something rare.
It was also like seeing something scary.
âWhat do you know?â Ming Shu took two steps forward.
Kong Jianguo burst out laughing.
The voice lingered in the empty interrogation room, sounding very strange.
âThe art of managing ghosts, the rumor turned out to be true, hahahahahaha. Iâll admit that Iâm out of luck and you got me.â
The art of managing ghosts?
She could at best communicate with ghosts.
Besides, the ghosts in this world had no aggressivity at all.
So how would she manage them?
âWhat do you know?â
Kong Jianguo measured her several times with his sinister eyes. âDonât you know?â
Ming Shu didnât answer.
She wore a faint smile on her face. Kong Jianguo didnât know what she meant by that.
When there was no change in oneâs mood from beginning to end...
It was not the commonly seen expressionless face, the person just hid their emotions.
Just like the girl before him now.
The way she smiled was like a machine. Her tone was changing, but her smile, from beginning to end... never changed.
This girl was more terrible than he could have imagined.
Kong Jianguo inexplicably shivered, and he couldnât help but say, âIâve only heard rumors. Itâs said that some people in this world can control ghosts, and theyâre skilled in the art of managing ghosts.â
He knew this from rumors.
And he didnât know if it was true.
But such anecdotes were always the talk of the town.
Ming Shu left the interrogation room. Gu Zhi was leaning outside with his head lowered slightly. His broken hair covered his eyes.
Ming Shu noticed that he had streaked his hair with gray; the hairstyle and the color made him look even more dazzling than those stars on the screen.
âYou lose.â Ming Shu offered a bright smile.
Gu Zhi: â...â F**k. She must have cheated!
Absolutely!
Definitely!
How could anyone be smarter than me.
âKong Jianguo came to turn himself in by himself.â Gu Zhi tried to make a death struggle. âIt has little to do with you.â
Ming Shu: âWhy donât you go in there and ask him why he came to surrender himself?â
Gu Zhi: âYou went out of line.â
Ming Shu: âOh, so what? Iâm not in your system.â
I went out of line, so what? Will you remove me or arrest me for that?
Gu Zhi: â...â You make so much sense that I just canât refute you.
F**k. If Iâd known she would cheat, I wouldnât have bet with her!
Gu Zhi took a deep breath.
He breathed out slowly.
Deep breaths.
Calm down.
I canât strangle my own wife.
If so I wonât have a wife.
Calm!
I can still win!
After finishing his psychological reconstruction, Gu Zhi continued, âOkay, then, what do you want?â
Ming Shu crooked her fingers at him.
Gu Zhi gave her several looks before leaning over slowly.
Ming Shu whispered something in his ear.
âYou...â
Gu Zhi looked as if he were struck by lightning.
His fingers trembled in anger.
âYou proposed the bet yourself, Captain Gu, are you going to deny it now?â
Do you think I canât torture you, little goblin?
Funny!
Gu Zhiâs expression changed dramatically.
After a moment, he sneered. âIâll pick you up on Saturday!â
Then Gu Zhi left with a black face.
A policeman passing by looked puzzled. Why was this big mister angry again?
Who pissed him off?
The others were also puzzled. They didnât offend him.
The case was closed like this. As Ming Shu walked out of the police station, she received a dinner invitation from the lord female protagonist.
It had been so long...
The lord female protagonist was so busy!
The time was set for Saturday.
Because of an appointment with Gu Zhi in the evening, Ming Shu changed the time to noon.
Only the female protagonist and the stupid little kid came.
âSister, Sister, weâre here!â
The kid waved at Ming Shu.
The kidâs mother also stood up with a smile on her face. âIâm sorry, Miss Qian, I havenât had time recently, and I couldnât treat you to dinner until now...â
âItâs fine, we are here now.â I donât mind eating early or late.
Iâm easy to treat.
The female protagonist smiled a little embarrassedly. âTake a seat, please.â
âSister, sit here.â Hang Zichen was small and it was rather funny that he tried to pull out the chair for Ming Shu. Even the waiter behind them couldnât help laughing.
The waiter took the initiative to help him.
Hang Zichen wanted to sit beside Ming Shu, but was pulled back by Hang Hang.
Hang Zichen pouted and was a little unhappy.
Hang Hang... namely the female protagonist passed the menu to Ming Shu first. She ordered for Hang Zichen and herself after Ming Shu had ordered her own meal.
After waiting for the waiter to leave, Hang Hang said, âI really need to thank you for last time, thankfully Zichen is fine, otherwise I donât know what I would do.â
âYou wonât meet someone like me every time.â Do you know that? Your lovely boy is just like a sweet pastry in the eyes of human traffickers.
Not everyone is as kind as me.
âIt was my fault.â Hang Hang sounded very regretful. âThat afternoon Zichen was angry with me and didnât eat anything, later he was hungry and got out of the car by himself...â
Hang Hang thanked Ming Shu again, and then their food came.
âSister, drink this, itâs so tasty.â
âSister, this is delicious...â
âSister, this dessert tastes great...â
Hang Zichenâs voice sounded throughout their meal.
After dinner, they said goodbye to each other. Hang Hang smiled and said, âZichen seldom likes a person so much, Miss Qian, so if there are any opportunities, we can hang out together.â
Ming Shu: â...â Not exactly. The kid must want to grab my snacks.
...
At night...
Gu Zhi parked his car outside the 13th Month Firm.
He looked at the old building. Is this where she lives? Is it habitable? Is this place for people?
How could his wife live in such a place...
Ah, pah!
She should live in a place like this!
Who made her cheat in the bet!
Gu Zhi leaned over his steering wheel. I donât pity her, not at all. Just think about what she did, am I not particularly angry?
Gu Zhi found his anger again and then made the call reluctantly.
The girl quickly appeared at the side of the car, carrying a large bag, and got into the car.
âWhatâs this?â He stared warily at the big bag, as if trying to see something else from it.
âItâs a gift for you.â
â...â
Gu Zhi thought heâd better not ask. He silently started the car and prepared like he was going to drive a race, driving all the way to Happiness City.
The manager was right at the doorway. Seeing Gu Zhi, he ran over obediently. âMister Gu, is there anything we can do for you, again?â
âNothing.â Then Gu Zhi asked coldly, âWhich room is He Renânian in?â