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Upon arriving at Sister Yun's café, I walked inside. There were no warning tapes, and the door was open, even though the café was not in operation.
I felt a bit curious as I entered, and inside, a man was tidying up.
"Who’s there?" The man turned sharply upon hearing the sound and looked at me.
I recognized him; he was Brother Wang, the half-brother of Wang Yun. Their relationship wasn't good, and in fact, Sister Yun had a strained relationship with her entire family.
"Brother Wang, I'm an employee at the café, Song Fei," I said to him.
He sighed in relief. "I remember you. I'm Wang Qiang, Brother Wang. We met last month when I brought something for my sister. You remember, right?"
"I remember," I replied as I shook hands with Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang looked pained. "I don’t know what happened; Wang Yun suddenly hanged herself. This café won’t be open for a while. By the way, are you here to collect your wages?"
I waved my hand dismissively. "Not exactly; I just wanted to check on Sister Yun."
"Don't bother; she's at the police station now. The rooms inside have been temporarily sealed off by the police, so you can't go in. How much does Wang Yun still owe you? I can give it to you now," Wang Qiang offered generously.
I initially wanted to refuse, but then I realized I really had no money left. I had already spent what little I had during my recent trip back home, and now with Sister Yun gone, I'd be unemployed soon too. I could barely afford to eat.
"I think she still owes me over five hundred," I said.
Wang Qiang pulled out six hundred from his pocket and handed it to me. "Song, you don’t need to come back to work anymore. Just go home."
With that, Wang Qiang pushed me out of the café.
Standing outside, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. Was I really like my father? Was I a disaster waiting to happen?
Just after returning and developing a romantic relationship with Sister Yun, she had taken her own life. This left me feeling regretful and deeply lost.
I stuffed the money into my pocket and stumbled back to the dormitory.
Inside the dorm, Chi Xiang and Yang Gou Dan were sitting there playing games. Yang Gou Dan was munching on Spicy Strips while shouting loudly; he was fixated on using the Blind Monk, believing it suited his monk identity. However, this hero was quite difficult to master, to the point that he was dying repeatedly.
I admired Chi Xiang; he must have been incredibly lonely to tolerate such a useless teammate.
When Chi Xiang saw me return, he jumped up and hugged me tightly. "Buddy, it's so good to see you back... Tell me the truth, did you really kill Sister Yun?"
I sat down and waved my hand dismissively. "Cut the crap. I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. Sister Yun is really dead, and I feel like it's related to me."
"Of course it's related! You were the last one with Sister Yun; how could it not be?" Chi Xiang had been holding a grudge about the Wang Yun incident for a while.
I shot him a glare, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
Just then, Sun Mei called, asking what was going on and why the police were inquiring about me.
I brushed it off, saying it was nothing—just got involved in a case.
Sun Mei told me that everyone in their dorm was fine and they wanted to treat me to dinner.
My mood lifted a bit at that thought, so I agreed.
After hanging up, I had no interest in reading and wanted to go online, but Yang Gou Dan was hogging my old Shenzhou computer and wouldn’t let me use it.
I lay on my bed, my mind racing between thoughts of Wang Yun's strange behavior yesterday and my own background; everything felt chaotic.
I didn’t step out all day, skipping my professional classes and just hiding in the dorm.
By evening, my head felt heavy as I listened to Chi Xiang and Dog Egg playing games. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep.
"Help me... Help me!" A dark shadow flickered before my eyes.
I suddenly woke up, staring at the shadow that resembled Wang Yun, but it also looked like another woman. She seemed to be in great pain, tearing at her clothes. Once she had ripped them apart, she began scratching at her chest with her nails, as if trying to dig out her heart.
"Sister Yun? Is that you?" I reached out toward the shadow, feeling no fear, only guilt. "I'm sorry, Sister Yun. It's my fault you died."
"Save me... Song Fei, save me..." The shadow continued its desperate attempt to claw at its own heart.
I walked over and grabbed both of the shadow's hands. "How can I save you, Sister Yun?"
"Hehe... Handsome, my heart is shattered. Just give me yours!" The shadow suddenly changed its voice, sounding flirtatious.
I was taken aback and looked again at the shadow. Its face was covered by a blood-red face mask, from which blood dripped down from the eye holes.
"Who are you! You're not Sister Yun!" I stepped back and shouted.
"Of course I'm your Sister Yun. I want your heart too, hehe..." The shadow floated closer to my chest.
"Damn! Who are you really?"
I shouted in panic.
Then, I jolted awake.
It was dark all around me.
I realized that this time I was truly awake. The earlier experience had just been a dream.
But it felt so vivid.
I picked up my phone to check the time: it was eleven fifty at night.
Chi Xiang and Yang Gou Dan were lying on one bed; Chi Xiang was stroking Yang Gou Dan's bald head while Yang Gou Dan clung to Chi Xiang's thigh. They both slept soundly as if they were dead tired from playing a game.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Thinking about the situation in my dream, I couldn't calm down at all. I jumped out of bed and splashed some water on my face.
There were too many suspicious points surrounding Wang Yun's death!
I had known Sister Yun for two years, and she would never commit suicide without reason. Of course, she also shouldn't have had a relationship with me.
I glanced at the time, gritted my teeth, and slung my backpack over my shoulder as I headed out toward school.
If Sister Yun really had turned into a ghost, that would make things easier. After all, I could see ghosts and communicate with them. I was determined to uncover the truth behind Sister Yun's death.
As I walked through the school grounds, students occasionally passed by, and our school's security patrol car drove around. Although it was quite late, the campus felt safe.
I stepped out of the school gate and arrived outside the Blue Mood café.
The light was dim, and the entire café felt gloomy, pressing down on me and making it hard to breathe.
I felt a bit scared; I should have brought Yang Gou Dan with me. Despite his age, he shouldn't be afraid of ghosts.
I bit my tongue and walked toward the café. I needed to find out the truth. I couldn't let my first woman die without any explanation.
I pulled out my keys from my pocket, ready to unlock the door. I had worked here for two years and had a spare key to the café.
With a click, the door opened.
Just as I was about to step inside, I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder; something had grabbed me.
I was startled and quickly turned around.
A Furry Monkey was standing right behind me, gripping my Shoulder tightly.
"What the hell?!" I was scared; damn it, there was actually a monster! I didn't even have a weapon.
I struggled desperately.
"Hehe! I knew you would come! Nothing can escape the keen eyes of Hai Ge!" the Furry Monkey said.
I paused for a moment, then realized it was just a mask! Hearing that line, I knew for sure it had to be that ridiculous cop.
I was furious; I almost wet my pants from being scared by this Bastard.
"Let go of me! You nearly scared me to death!" I shouted.
Qin Hai released my Shoulder, took off the mask, and looked at me smugly. "Kid, do you know what criminal psychology is?"
I rubbed my Shoulder and stared at him like an idiot.
But Qin Hai clearly didn’t think he was being foolish. He continued proudly, "Criminals! Especially inexperienced ones like you, after committing a crime, they will always try to return to the scene of the crime; it's their obsession. This is the psychology of you criminals. Song Fei, I've been through this with you; nothing can escape the keen eyes of Hai Ge..."
"Shut up!" I snapped back angrily. The key point was that even though he was a cop, he was too ridiculous for me to respect him.
"Who says I can't come here? Also, let me make it clear again: I'm not a murderer. I'm trying to find out who killed Sister Yun."
"See? You've exposed yourself." Qin Hai wasn’t angry; instead, he wore an infuriating expression. "Now our captain Wang Yun has been ruled a suicide and is about to be closed, but you clearly know who killed Sister Yun. It's obvious you know Wang Yun was murdered, and you're the murderer."
I sighed, feeling like I couldn't communicate with this guy. "Whether it's ruled a suicide or homicide doesn't matter; I know there’s something off about Sister Yun's death. I've known her for two years; I understand her character very well. Enough already! Stop getting in my way; I'm going to check Sister Yun's room." With that, I pushed open the door to the café.
"You actually have a key to this place!" Qin Hai followed closely behind me as I entered, continuing his chatter. "It must be you! Even though you don't have an alibi, you have both motive and opportunity. I'll definitely ask your female classmates if they provided false testimony for you."
"Shut up!" I exclaimed.
Then a cold breeze swept in.
I was momentarily stunned.
With a loud bang, the door of the café suddenly slammed shut behind us.
Qin Hai leaned closer, gripping my arm. His voice trembled slightly, "Is this door... automatic? And did they turn on the air conditioning? Why is it so cold?"
I swallowed hard. Turning to look at Qin Hai, I noticed that he was finally no longer acting cocky; he clung to my arm like a frightened woman.
I reached into my backpack, where I had the talismans left by Master Ma and the Corpse-Subduing Bell. Touching these items brought me a bit of relief. "How about you go outside first?"
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