A Guest in a Ghost House Chapter 62 The disappearance of Wu Jian

Beautiful Qin was startled. I the beautiful girl looked in my direction and saw me, I smiled and nodded as a form of greeting. But lady Qin reacted differently than I expected. She was stupefied, just staring at me.

I stood for a while in embarrassment，realizing that the beauty Qin didn't want to speak to me, so I kept walking and headed to the bar. Lulu was busy doing something and hadn't realized I was there until I said hi to her. She looked up and glanced at the bracelet on my wrist, as usual. Just as I was about to say something, she saw the silver bracelet given to me by Su Qing on my other hand and instantly glared at me with ice cold eyes.

Intimidated, I turned my head and began doing my work for the Fan House. I was so confused. Why was Lulu acting so moody? No wonder people often say it's very difficult to guess what a woman is thinking.

Watching Lulu's cold face, made me feel like I was watching a black cat cross my path. I decided to get my mind off it and walk away, but I was soon bored and nothing else to do but watch the beauties chatting in the ghost house. Business today was slow, in fact, it was among the worst I've ever seen in my time here. There's only one table that was in use. Seated at the table was someone we all knew already, the man wearing a long shirt.

Xiao Lingdang ran over me from one side, carefully looking at Lulu, and pulled at my sleeve. I followed her off to the side and she quietly told me that the beauty Qin had something to tell me.

Xiao Lingdang was acting as suspicious as a thief, making me feel a bit uncomfortable... Was Qin beauty in love with me or something? Was that why she had Xiao Lingdang secretly call me over? I mean, no doubt that Qin beauty was very beautiful, but I don't think I could ever get over that long tongue of hers. Just as I was thinking of a way to tactfully refuse her if she did decide to profess her ove to me, lady Qin began talking.

"Su Qing has made a decision and would like to ask for your help."

"I just don't think we're….oh…sorry, ummm what are you talking about?"

Qin beauty's face dimmed a bit: "That's what we thought. We know we have no right to ask you for any favors."

I felt like such an idiot and laughed for a couple of seconds to cover up my embarrassment: "No, I'm sorry, I misheard you. How did Su Qing come to that decision?"

Qin beauty looked at me a little puzzled, and then said, "Su Qing doesn't want to kill Zhang Sheng, and is hoping that Zhang Sheng will be punished by human laws. Su Qing also agreed that she would take her child to hell to accept punishment for their actions. It's just that…you're the only human being we know, so we'd like your help."

I sighed and saw that Su Qing had finally changed her mind. I felt a huge sense of relief. As for the matter concerning Zhang Sheng, I was very willing to help. Well, I was willing to ask someone else for help, anyway.

After discussing some details with the beauty Qin, I made a phone call to Wu Jian. I knew it would be more appropriate for him to handle this than it was for me. Mainly because I didn't really know how to go about it.

That night in the ghost building passed by very quickly. It may have had something to do with the fact that I spent more than 2 hours making phone calls. I was in luck that night, since the place was so empty. Otherwise I would have been burned with the fiery gaze of sister Hua and left nothing but a smouldering pile of ashes on the ground.

Wu Jian got the evidence gathered by Su Qing and beauty Qin. Soon enough, the police went over to Zhang Sheng's place to arrest him on an anonymous tip. The police found a small skeleton in Zhang Sheng's room, which was likely Zhang Sheng's child. Wu Jian guessed that Zhang Sheng was likely to spend the rest of his life in prison.

In just one night, all the problems with Zhang Sheng's murders had been resolved, along with the concerns of Uncle Huang. The issue with the photos also seemed to have calmed down. I suddenly felt my whole demeaner change, I felt so much more relaxed than I did before.

Things were a lot more chill the days following the arrest. I went to work and back, without my mom worrying about what I was doing. Witch Yan must have been talking to her about my safety and how she'd have nothing to worry about since she did not even try to prevent me from going out every night. I felt like my life now was just like when I used to go to school, except I've switched up day and night. Of course, there was still a very important problem that remained unsolved. My savings were getting frightnenigly low.

I was busy trying to come up with a way to fix my money problems, when I came across a big case in the county. A family of three had perished in a fire in their home, and because it was an old house, the fire had affected several families. Although there were no further casualties, it had caused a great local impact. Over the past couple of decades, stories like this often affected several people in the community.

After a little sympathy and a moment of silence, I left this matter behind me, and business in the ghost house resumed as usual. Every day the ghosts would gather, and I was really a little busy, and the second floor was also open.

Every day I could see some ghosts being taken to the second floor. The second floor had a dining area along with a suite with bed in it, where they would also serve food. I was not allowed on the second floor though, because according to Sister Hua, I was too ugly. I would only interfere with the guests dining experience.

I figured this day would just continue like any other, but it was suddenly interrupted by this very same arson case I had mentioned earlier.

Earlier that morning I got a message from Wu Jian, but I was very busy at the time, so I paid no attention to it whatsoever. It wasn't until the afternoon of the day after that I really saw the message he had sent me. It was a simple text with just two words: "a family".

My first reaction to the text message was to reply: "Of course we are a family." Wu Jian did not return my text, though. As the day continued, I began feeling strange. Wu Jian was not the type to send a text like that. So I went off to the side and called Wu Jian. A strange woman answered the phone, claiming to be a colleague of Wu Jian's. The woman on the other end of the phone began weeping and told me that when Wu Jian had gone to investigate the arson case the night before, he disappeared and only his mobile phone was found at the scene of the arson case.

The news of Wu Jian's disappearance felt like a lump in my throat and a weight on my heart . It seemed Wu Jian had gotten himself into an accident of some kind. I wanted to ask for details, but the woman, refused to disclose more information to me saying that it was confidential and under investigation.

I couldn't just sit around and do nothing. I immediately took a taxi over to the scene of the arson case.

The place where the arson happened was one of the only old houses that exists in our county town. For the sake of preserving history, it was not allowed to demolish these homes. After the arson occurred, a lot of people thought it was done by the developer, but I knew that it wasn't because Wu Jian once told me more details in a chat before he disappeared.

Originally the developers had been the focus of the police's investigation, but there were several indications that this was an emotional killing. I hadn't asked for more details then, since I didn't really care much at the time, and Wu Jian did not volunteer any more information.

The old house no longer had a roof. The brick wall, which had been burned black by fire, had collapsed in half. Though the smoke had been long gone, there was still a horrible smell lingering in the area.

StanI stood on the edge of the yellow police tape and looked carefully at the scene of the fire. Although I was not a policeman, I still found that something was very strange about the scene.

Most of these old houses had brick walls, wooden beams and Gava roofs, with no gap between the houses. The house that had been set on fire was almost burned to the ash-white ground, but we could not see a trace of the fire from the house next to it. The only traces that indicated there had been a fire was sludge that stayed behind after putting out the fire. This was strange, but I was not a professional, so I didn't know if there was any reason for that, so I simply took a mental note of it.

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