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After leaving Lin Xia's place, I headed straight to the police station. Once I found Qin Hai, he took me to the Business Registration Office. All the registration information for Taobao sellers would be available there, which is one of the successful aspects of Taobao. The reason WeChat Business is struggling now is related to regulation; various chaotic purchasing and distribution schemes flood social media, negatively impacting those genuine WeChat Business merchants. Honestly, nowadays, I don't even want to look at my WeChat Moments anymore; almost half of my friends are involved in distribution, and ninety percent of it is actually a scam.
Qin Hai led me to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and we quickly pinpointed Ada's information. This guy lived not far from Donghai City, near Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang.
I noted down Ada's specific address, along with his contact details left at the bank and his physical characteristics, planning to find this person.
Seeing me so secretive, Qin Hai asked, "Hey, Song Fei, what are you investigating this time?"
"A case about clothing; it might not be anything exciting, but it's quite important to me," I replied.
Qin Hai mumbled something under his breath; he seemed envious of my role as an auxiliary police officer, unlike him who had to write all sorts of reports.
I first drove Qin Hai back to the police station before returning to the café myself.
I was currently very enthusiastic about supernatural powers and felt a strong need for them.
The next morning, I packed various equipment into my car and drove towards Zhenjiang and Jinshan Temple.
Following the navigation, I arrived at the garden area on Jinshan Road where the seller named Ada lived.
I parked my car and entered Building 0. Upon reaching Room 202, I knocked hard on the door.
After knocking for a while, someone finally responded from inside, "Who is it?" The voice sounded impatient.
I continued knocking. "Hello, I'm from the property management. There's a leak in your downstairs bathroom; I'm here to check it out."
With a creak...
The door swung open, revealing a disheveled young man who looked about eighteen but resembled a high school student. His complexion was pale, his body frail, and dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn't slept well.
"Are you really from the property management?" he asked, shaking his messy hair.
"I am," I replied, pushing the door wide open and stepping inside.
The young man jumped back in surprise, retreating as he regarded me. He was so thin that he hardly seemed a match for me.
I closed the door behind me and said, "You’re the Taobao seller, Ada, right? Don’t worry; I just want to ask you something about that suit you sold."
Upon hearing this, Ada looked even more frightened and turned to grab the phone from the table.
I snatched the phone away from him. "You don’t need to worry. I’m not a bad person, nor am I here to hold you accountable. That suit is fantastic! I just want to know where you got it; I’d like to get a few more sets."
Ada looked at me with uncertainty.
After a moment, he must have sensed that I posed no threat because he finally relaxed. "I am Ada. That suit... I really don’t have any left."
Seeing him admit it eased my tension, and I smiled. "It’s fine; I’m just curious about its origins. To be honest, my friend put it on and seemed like a completely different person—his work ability skyrocketed by hundreds of times... Hey, what’s that noise coming from your room?"
As I listened to the sound, I walked toward one of the bedrooms. The room was a mess, and it only got messier as I approached the bedroom.
When Ada saw me heading that way, his face flushed red. He hurried into the bedroom and pressed a button on a laptop, instantly silencing the noise.
It dawned on me—good grief, this guy was watching some romantic films from an island nation! Looking at the crumpled tissues scattered on the floor made me lose my appetite for entering further. No wonder he looked so frail; clearly, he had no self-control!
Ada invited me to sit down and poured me a glass of water. After tidying up his hair, he looked quite handsome despite his pale complexion.
I cleared my throat. "So, Ada, I'm a traditional Chinese medicine student. As a practitioner of TCM, I must tell you: one drop of essence equals ten drops of blood. We men need to learn moderation."
"Quickly, Ada said, 'Don't start. I really don't want to hear your lecture. If you knew what kind of work I do, you'd understand.'
'Oh? What kind of work? It wouldn't be stealing, would it?' I asked.
Ada rolled her eyes and replied, 'Fine, I'll tell you the story behind that suit, but you have to promise me that once you know, you'll leave immediately. Deal?'
'Of course,' I said.
Seeing that I was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine student, Ada seemed relieved and continued, 'Actually, that suit... I took it off a dead person.'
'What?' I stared at Ada in disbelief.
Ada ran her fingers through her hair and explained, 'I'm a Grave Robber. It's a family trade, but my father passed away early and didn't pass much down to me. Now I can only figure things out on my own. I'm not brave enough to rob large ancient tombs yet, so I look for modern wealthy people's graves instead. Usually, if they aren't cremated, they are buried with their favorite belongings from their lifetime. Those things can be quite valuable. Recently, our city's real estate tycoon, Ma Xiang, passed away. He was buried in his hometown cemetery, so of course I had to go check it out. But when I searched the grave, I found nothing! You know there's a rule in our line of work: you can't leave an empty grave. No matter what it is, you have to take something out; otherwise, the ancestors won't bless you with food.'
'So you took the suit off Ma Xiang?' I pieced it together.
Ada nodded. 'After taking the suit off him, I found a buyer who was looking for a suit. He was stingy and only offered five hundred bucks. I didn't tell him where the suit came from; I just sold it to him.'
I nodded slowly but frowned. 'Now I understand the origin of the suit, but why does it hold such power? How can it turn someone into a business elite in an instant?'
When Ada heard this, she shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'Well... I might have an idea about that...'
I looked up at Ada.
She seemed visibly frightened as she spoke up, 'I don't really know what's going on either. Ever since I got that suit, I've been having nightmares. After selling it, things improved a bit, but I'm still having insomnia and wake up scared when I do manage to sleep. That's why I've been watching those island romance movies to numb myself. Recently, I've also looked into Ma Xiang's background and death; I think... I think it might be Ma Xiang's resentment causing all this.'
'Ma Xiang's resentment? How did he die?' I asked eagerly. Truthfully, I was getting excited; I knew I was about to uncover the truth and gain new supernatural powers!
Ada began to explain: 'I've been scared lately and did some digging into Ma Xiang's life and cause of death. He was a self-made businessman who started as a salesman and became a big entrepreneur over thirty years with assets worth over two billion. However, he was too busy with work to spend time with his wife and kids; his son is nine years old now and has probably spoken less than nine hundred words to Ma Xiang in total. Because of this issue, his relationship with his wife soured. A little over half a month ago was his son's birthday; he promised to take him to the beach for celebration but had to cancel last minute due to work obligations. His wife was furious and took their son to the beach herself instead. Unfortunately, on the highway, their car was hit by a large truck from behind; both his wife and son died instantly.'"
I listened to Ada, feeling a bit melancholic. Family and career are always a difficult choice for a man.
Ada continued, "When he heard the news of his wife and child's death, Ma Xiang fainted immediately. While Ma Xiang lay in the hospital bed, many relatives and friends came to visit, but no one cared about his well-being. They were all discussing how to divide Ma Xiang's assets. With the death of his wife and child, it meant that those distant relatives became the primary heirs. When Ma Xiang woke up and saw this scene, he was so enraged that he fainted again, and this time, he died right there in the hospital bed."
I was taken aback; I hadn't expected such an outcome. To be literally scared to death is indeed a significant resentment.
Ada sighed, "Actually, all this information is what I've pieced together over the past few days from interviews with Ma Xiang and from some of his subordinates. After Ma Xiang died, no one cared about his funeral; they hastily buried him in the ancestral grave back in his hometown. When I went to his grave, I thought I might find something valuable, but all I discovered was the suit he used to wear."
I understood the situation now. "It seems you guessed correctly. Such a high-ranking boss like him was immediately discarded after his death, with not even a mourner present. He must have regretted not treating his wife and child better. His resentment must have lingered in that suit; no wonder my friend transformed completely when he wore it—full of spirit and business savvy. He must have been influenced by this self-made boss."
Ada nodded in agreement. "I've been having nightmares these past few days and feel quite regretful myself. I was planning to find some time to offer incense for Ma Xiang."
I responded with an acknowledgment just as my phone rang. I checked the number; it was Qin Hai calling. I answered the phone, and Qin Hai's voice came through, "Hey, Song Fei, you're in Zhenjiang, right?"
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