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Chapter 85: Something happened to Sha Hong. I was thinking hard about the doubts, and Qin Jian also frowned and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, the two of us looked at each other tacitly, and at the same time, a person's name came out: "Sha Hong." " You two finally agreed on one thing. There is something wrong with Sha Hong. Today, Brother Qi went out and she called me twice and saw something terrible on WeChat. " I told Qin Jian. We looked at each other and nodded tacitly, and I said, "Go to Sha Hong's house." When we walked outside Wonton Shop, the boss respectfully escorted us to the door. I saw that there weren't many customers anymore, and there weren't many people walking on the street, so I said to the boss, "It's time for you to close the shop when we leave." "Oh, I still have to wait for an old customer." The boss kept saying something The customer is really strange. It's almost eleven o'clock, and he still comes to buy a late-night snack. I don't know if this regular customer is a man or a woman. It's not strange at all that he is a man. If he eats late-night snacks, he probably works overtime very late and needs to eat more. In terms of physical fitness, if she is a woman, she is also a Pang Da sister-in-law who doesn't pay attention to her image and only cares about her belly. Most women rarely eat late-night snacks for fear of gaining weight. Of course, except for Chi Xinrong who eats delicacies without gaining weight, she is an exception. When I walked to the door, a cold wind blew in my face, and my mind suddenly became clearer. In fact, there was another thing about Sha Hong that indicated that the Fateful Path incident would not end so easily. For example, Li Luwen's Mother had an accident and something was trying to take away her soul. And I was very unwilling to follow her all the way to find her soul. Walking on the deserted street, illuminated by the deserted and pale lights, everything seemed so strange and eerie. Occasionally, a car passed by quickly, and its dazzling headlights were shining diagonally towards us, causing someone to yell at us, and even a furry wild dog not far away. Because of the reflection of the light and the sight of We scared it so much that it ran away in a panic. In the blink of an eye, Chi The child smashed the lampshade. Anyway, there was no light for a long distance. Just when Qin Jian and I were staring at the dark place without street lights, a man wearing black clothes walked quietly in the darkness. woman. The left direction the woman walked was Wonton Shop. We left Wonton Shop and crossed the road to the right, so we were misaligned with this woman and missed the opposite direction. We couldn't see her appearance clearly, but I just thought she was very different. , thin body, face cannot be seen clearly, walking very lightly. Chi Qin Jian: "Go over and see if it's that thing." "No need to look, she's a human."
"Really?"
"Yes." I had my reasons for saying this. Perhaps it was just hunger, but the panicked wild dog, seeing that we meant it no harm, turned back cautiously and began to linger near the trash can not far from the Wonton Shop. The shop was still open, and under the lights, the owner was busy with something, though I couldn't tell what. The wild dog sniffed the air greedily, catching the delicious scent of wontons.
The Black-Clad Woman approached the wild dog, startling it. However, seeing that she was alone, it didn't flee as before but instead swaggered behind her as they both headed toward the Wonton Shop. I was confident that the Black-Clad Woman was not a ghost because of the wild dog.
Dogs have keen sight and smell; they can see creatures invisible to humans, like ghosts. If the Black-Clad Woman were a ghost, the dog would not follow her but would bark in warning or fear and then run away.
We were walking in the opposite direction from the Black-Clad Woman. If it weren't for the car headlights turning erratically earlier, we definitely wouldn't have seen her.
"Could she be a regular customer of the owner?"
Not a ghost. Chi Xinrong sighed in relief, scolding Qin Jian for being nosy and urging us to hurry. She had sent a message earlier about going to Sha Hong's house; they might already be waiting for us.
Sha Hong's children were grown; one was studying abroad for a master's degree while the other had become someone else's wife. Chi Xinrong wasn't clear on what exactly they were doing now. Sha Hong lived with her husband in an affluent area filled with wealthy people who drove luxury cars and wore designer clothes.
Just looking at the buildings in this rich neighborhood was impressive; "luxurious" was an understatement. The security was quite formal—perhaps too formal—requiring us to fill out a report and then video chat to confirm whether Sha Hong had any visitors late at night.
Only after receiving Sha Hong's permission could we enter Villa Elevator under the guidance of security.
The elevator was surrounded by high-end mirrors. Looking at myself, I realized that although I wasn't disheveled, I certainly didn't look like a guest invited to this affluent area. The security guard seemed troubled by my appearance; if it weren't for Qin Jian and Chi Xinrong being with me, he probably wouldn't have even asked about the homeowner.
When Sha Hong's door opened, it felt like stepping into a palace—magnificent and lavishly decorated with furnishings that were jaw-droppingly upscale. Sha Hong's husband was refined and humble, instantly bridging the gap between us.
He took out several pairs of brand-new slippers and bent down to hand them to us. "The housekeeper is on leave; please change into these."
After Qin Jian changed into slippers and politely greeted him with "Hello, Gong," I realized that this man was a retired high-ranking official from the station.
Damn, Gong Shun—the director from who knows which round at the station.
This is a person that Qin Jian once introduced to me, one of the prominent figures among the previous directors at the Station. I never expected that Gong was Sha Hong's husband. Perhaps both Chi Xinrong and Qin Jian understood this, but I did not. Seeing how familiar they were with Sha Hong's husband made me furious, yet I had no choice but to endure it, my restrained hands unsure of where to go.
What I thought was that if they had told me about Sha Hong's background on the way and revealed her husband's situation, I might have considered whether or not to visit her home.
Right now, I felt so awkward that I didn't know what to do.
"Lao Qi, Gong is quite open-minded. Why don't you check out their family's feng shui?" Qin Jian winked at me. I understood his implication; if it weren't for Chi Xinrong pestering him, he definitely wouldn't have brought me to Sha Hong's house at this time. After all, Sha Hong's husband was a veteran figure in the Station, and with just one call from him, he could create a ripple effect.
I wasn't a deity; just an ordinary Mortician who knew only a little about trivial matters. How could I dare to show off my skills here? So, I didn't want to offend this veteran figure from the Station, yet Qin Jian was bringing up feng shui at this moment.
Gong heard Qin Jian's words and chuckled, "I've long heard that Ma Wu's grandson is extraordinary. I didn't expect to see it today; he's really impressive."
"You know my grandfather too?"
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