1387 The Detective’s Pursuit 3

der embrace of autumn, and the desolate beauty of early winter."It's so cold, Xiao Qiao, don't sit in the yard. Go make some dinner. I want to have hot pot!" My brother shouted at me."Young hero, youn...This is going to be a disaster if it hits! We have to stop it.

I rushed into the house, Xiao Nie jumping in ahead of me and pouncing on Chang Jing.

"Calm down," I said, crouching down to examine the man. He was dazed and groaning from being hit, so I placed a talisman on his head. The talisman quivered slightly and then actually lifted up.

Chang Jing, who had been weeping quietly, was startled and quickly asked, "What... What's going on..."

"He must have been possessed by a malevolent spirit, his yang energy depleted. That's why the talisman was blown up by the yin energy... You know who he's been associating with" I looked up and asked.

Chang Jing angrily said, "Who else could it be... He's messing around with my former colleague Zhong Lanlan just to provoke me! Zhong Lanlan wants me to perform badly and fail the show audition. The bitch even sent me a short video of them in bed before the audition!"

She nervously smiled and said, “I wouldn’t let her get her way. How is it I still passed the interview…Humph, an eye for an eye. I installed a camera in my house and sent Zhong Lanlan’s video to her department. She quit on her own…”

"I'm just returning the favor! I heard that Zhong Lanlan committed suicide, who was she putting on a show for Would a woman with any sense of shame do such a thing! Good riddance!" she exclaimed.

The man on the ground suddenly laughed viciously: "You want her dead, but she won't die. She'll keep disgusting you... We just did it several times in the bathroom..."

"You bastard, go to hell!" Chang Jing was provoked again and started smashing things around.

I was speechless and shook my head, saying, "Your karma is so deep, I doubt it can be cured... For the sake of Mr. Xiaowang, I'll say a few more words..."

“Break off the relationships that need to be broken, confess the wrongs you've committed. Don't keep up appearances on the surface while being so dirty and unspeakable behind closed doors... This will only lead to trouble sooner or later. Take this amulet with you for now, I'll go see what's going on with Zhong Lanlan.” I frowned and said.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Chang-Jing excitedly took the talisman.

My phone was ringing incessantly, it was Song Wei calling. We had made an appointment to have lunch together.

Only now did I realize, even though it was noon, the entire floor was dark and cold. I had almost forgotten that there was still sunshine outside.

Bai Wu Chang saw me walk out, covering his mouth and saying, "Little Lady~~ If this vicious creature is related to what you're handling, then this subordinate has to remind you~~"

"Qī yé, nín shuō."

"No, don't interfere..." He suddenly chuckled softly, bending down and leaning close to me. "Creatures that warrant my subordinates' intervention are beyond your capabilities, little mistress. Perhaps... it would be best if you just let this matter go..."

I don't quite understand Bai Wuchang's attitude. He usually shies away from work, is a veteran slacker in the underworld, and a frequent absentee—of course, he's also a frequent overtime worker.

Why are you suddenly so focused on chasing down the culprit

This ghost... angered the Seven Lords

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I had dinner with Song Wei at a restaurant in the mall at Xinguang Plaza. The long-awaited feeling of ease made me breathe a sigh of relief.

There are still more good things in the world. Song Wei lowered her head and rattled off orders on her phone without asking me a word. I smiled and said, "You should at least let me pretend to look at the menu, right"

"You're so easy to take care of, you can eat anything." Song Wei said with a smile.

The waiter brought us freshly squeezed juice first. Song Wei glanced at my chest warily and said, "You haven't breastfed, have you If you are still breastfeeding, you can't drink watermelon juice..."

"Well, that's it then!" I said with a wry smile.

"Oh, don't get your feathers ruffled. I actually envy you for being able to stay at home and raise a family. I'm running around covering news all day and I'm exhausted! By the way, what are you doing at the television station" Song Wei looked at me with sparkling eyes. She knew I wasn't there for anything good.

I briefly told her about Chang Jing's recent events, omitting some personal details.

Song Wei curled her lips in disdain and said, “Let me tell you, Chang Jing and Zhong Lanlan are not good people at all. They’ll use any means to get a job… I’ve heard some rumors about it, but Zhong Lanlan has already quit. She was exposed in an X-rated video and couldn’t stay… I guess she hates Chang Jing now.”

"Is Zhong Lanlan alright" I asked tentatively.

The ghost in the elevator shaft should have possessed Zhong Lanlan, and has entangled with Chang Jing's boyfriend many times. Looking at her boyfriend's appearance, he was almost drained... When the yin energy was too heavy, the ghost didn't need to possess anyone else to pester him.

"I think it's fine... Mentally weak people probably wouldn't survive the cutthroat workplace, but who knows, maybe these glamorous people are all secretly quite dark inside." Song Wei mumbled, "I'm just a rough and tumble guy, I can only run on the front lines."

I smiled and asked Song Wei for some information about Zhong Lanlan. Song Wei helped me find her address and even drove me home.

When the evening mist rose, I was tumbling around in the room with Younan, Yugu, and Lanxi. Yugu was having a blast, bouncing on the bed. As soon as Jiang Qiyun appeared, she grabbed her by the back of the neck and frowned, "Not an ounce of ladylike behavior."

Yu Guicai didn't care about these things. When his long-absent father appeared, he hugged Jiang Qiyun's neck and clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. When he was finally pulled away, he pouted and cried.

" ... You coax her to sleep, she'll sleep and then you'll be free." I bit back a smile and said to Jiang Qiyun who was frowning.

Jiang Qiyun lowered her head to look at us. I had spread a mat on the floor in front of the bed. At this time, toys, books, Younan, Lanxi, and I were all sitting on the mat, very crowded.

He chuckled and said, " … If I were to truly bear nine sons in the future, I would go to the Qinghua Changle realm and ask Taichi Divine Being for a palace garden. There isn't even a place to set foot here."

"You know how terrible little kids can be...Don't even mention nine, now these three, let you take care of them for two days, and you'd want to run back to the Yin Jing Tian Palace." I sighed.

Jiang Qiyun held Yu Gui, sitting on the windowsill. He stretched his long legs, and Lan Xi quickly climbed over, holding onto his father's calf and wiping his mouth with his robe.

When the river fog drew the children over, I began to pack up the toys and books from my stall.

"I hear you ran into another troublesome thing today" Jiang Qiyun looked at me with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

I nodded. "I've met the Seventh Lord too."

"What did he say" Jiang Qiyun asked.

I frowned. "Seven Ye seems a little off... He usually hates getting involved, shirking responsibility whenever possible, and I remember he often passed the job of restraining female ghosts to Eight Ye... But this time, he says he's tracking down this vicious ghost himself... But he didn't intervene forcefully, just observed... And told me not to get involved..."

Strange, too strange.

Jiang Qiyun listened to me recount the events, pondering with downcast eyes. He then spoke in a low voice: "Could it be from before..."

Could it be Before

My ears perked up secretly. Jiang Qiyun knows something, doesn't he

Then, the little girl interrupted his thoughts by grabbing Jiang Qiyun's hair and looking up at him as she tried to rub her little nose against his chin.

This action caused Jiang Qiyun to chuckle lightly and say, "…This little girl is more adept at being cute than you."

“Because the whole family spoils her, she naturally knows that if she cries or smiles a little, she can get anything she wants……When I was young, no one spoiled me like this……” I muttered softly: “If you spoil her temper in the future, don't blame me, it's all because you spoiled her.”

"Hmm" Jiang Qiyun raised his lips in a smile, gazing at me. " ... Doesn't this seat favor you"

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