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Chapter Sixty-One: Grievance and Hatred
Mr. Zhu once said that in order to requisition this piece of land in the city center, he used both legal and illegal means, forcing a woman to hang herself. So, hearing the grievances of the evil spirit before me, I recalled Mr. Zhu's words.
As expected, the possessed Mr. Zhu trembled at this remark, her resentment deepening. She said, "Yes, I was driven to death by him. I didn't want to move, but he hired people from the Underworld to come to my house and beat me, and he forced the city management to demolish my home. I had no way to live and was pushed to my end by him. I must take revenge!"
Listening to her words, although the possessed Mr. Zhu looked terrifying and full of malice, I understood her feelings of despair, unwillingness, and pity.
I sighed, but fortunately, she was willing to share her story with me at that moment. So I tried to communicate with her: "Why do this? Do you think suicide will change anything? In the end, won't it just hurt yourself?"
The possessed Mr. Zhu replied, "I didn't want to either, but we have lived here for generations. The city is expanding, and the farmland is gone. We are poorly educated and come from a poor family; we don't know how to do business. This Zhu wants to pay us tens of thousands to make us leave. Isn't that pushing us to our deaths? That amount is only enough for a down payment, but I have children who need to go to school. Zhu is forcing us out of our home; no one is willing to help us or stand up for us. What am I supposed to do? Isn't this just pushing me to death?"
To be honest, hearing this ghost's lament made me very sad; perhaps it was because I also came from a poor background. I could only advise her: "I understand your pain and your feelings, but as you said, you still have children and elderly family members. If you commit suicide like this, it will only hurt your family. Don't you realize that? Now you want to seek revenge and put yourself in Hell's punishment; don't you think that's tragic?"
At this point, Mr. Zhu suddenly broke down in tears. Perhaps she was reminded of her family when she was alive or felt truly pitiful for herself or realized that her death was not worth it at all. In any case, she cried very sadly.
Seeing that my persuasion had an effect on her, I seized the opportunity and said, "What will happen to your family left behind if you go? What will happen to your children? Without you, their lives may become even more difficult."
The possessed Mr. Zhu raised her head and said, "It's all because of this Zhu! I must make him suffer!" After saying this, she suddenly began banging her head against the ground again.
Seeing this start again, I hurriedly said, "Do you really want to make another mistake? As long as you listen to me, I will definitely take revenge for you and give you a satisfactory result. How does that sound?"
After hearing what I said, she hesitated for a moment and stared at me intently. After a long time, she asked, "You will take revenge for me? How will you do that?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, I will take revenge for you. Choosing suicide was already a mistake; it's not worth it at all. If you continue down this path of mistakes, not only will you suffer Hell's punishment, but even if revenge is taken, it will mean nothing for your family. So if you can let go of your hatred and peacefully move on, I can make Mr. Zhu pay for his past wrongdoings. Don't you have children who need school fees? Don't you have elderly family members? Didn't your family lose their home due to demolition? All these things I can make Mr. Zhu pay for; I guarantee that as long as you let him go, you will secure all of this for your family! They will no longer be suffocated by life; your children will have education opportunities while the elderly will enjoy a happy old age—they will no longer suffer."
After I finished speaking, the possessed Mr. Zhu was stunned for a moment before crying again. She asked, "Is it really that simple? Can my death really be exchanged for money?"
Indeed, when it comes to life, money is truly worthless. I sighed and advised her: "Your life cannot be measured by money; however, good and evil have their consequences—he has done wrong and will naturally face retribution in due time. But for you personally, if you continue making mistakes like this not only does it benefit your family but harms yourself instead. If you follow my advice at least you'll have done one last beneficial thing for your family in this life."
Perhaps my last sentence touched her; she stopped speaking and simply cried bitterly, looking very desolate.
After a long time, she gradually stopped crying and then asked me if everything I said was true and whether it could really make Zhu pay for his actions.
I nodded and assured her. If Zhu did not fulfill his part, he could take my life along with his.
She was very satisfied with my response and asked me to remember what I promised her, waiting for Mr. Zhu to repent for his previous wrongdoings.
Of course, I had doubts in my heart, so I asked her if she knew the Feng Shui master who set the soul-locking formation. She told me that the master was her uncle, and she had begged him to help her take revenge.
Hearing this, I understood that all of this stemmed from the hatred caused by the demolition. It was just that this hatred had tragically led to the deaths of several innocent people in the building.
After everything was discussed, she left Mr. Zhu's body and headed directly towards the parking lot exit, taking with her the souls of those who died in the building...
Watching their departing figures, I felt neither fear nor anger; all I felt was sympathy and a sense of desolation. Yes, they were pitiful. The female ghost who hanged herself due to the demolition was forced to choose a death filled with resentment and despair, and even after death, she could not reincarnate, almost destroying herself for the sake of hatred.
Of course, I felt even more sympathy for the souls who died in the building—little girls, Old Li, and others—they were all innocent people whose lives were taken because of someone else's hatred. Just imagine, a person dies at the hands of an Evil Spirit and is trapped in a building after death; what a tragic fate that is.
However, now everything has passed. No matter how great their hatred was, it will now return to dust; they should let go of all earthly grievances and peacefully go to where they belong—that is their true resting place.
At this moment, the sky was gradually brightening. A ray of light shone through the parking lot exit, bringing a glimmer of brightness to this previously eerie parking lot. Perhaps everything has truly come to an end; darkness has passed, and light has arrived.
Mr. Zhu, who had been tormented by the female ghost to near death, slowly woke up. He touched his head, which was covered in blood, and was greatly frightened, hurriedly asking me what had happened.
I told him everything that had occurred earlier, including the conditions I discussed with the female ghost.
Mr. Zhu remained silent for a long time before kneeling on the Ground again and bowing his head.
I knew that this time he knelt voluntarily; he was repenting. Perhaps before this moment, he had only cared about profit and money without understanding others' feelings—especially someone like him whose interests were built on harming others; he never considered the serious consequences it would bring.
Indeed, everything must be repaid; once you sow a cause, you will inevitably reap a result—it’s just a matter of time.
Clearly, Mr. Zhu had awakened; he bowed three times and then shed tears. He expressed his apologies to the woman who hanged herself, saying he had been too ruthless at that time. He told me that since all his money had been invested in this building, he had no money left now. He decided to sell his car and give that money to the family of the female ghost. When the building is sold later and there are extra profits, he plans to distribute it among the families of those who died in the building, hoping it would ease his conscience for a lifetime.
I didn’t say much because he already understood repentance; that was enough.
Of course, afterwards Mr. Zhu also vented his helplessness to me. He said he had no choice back then; society was like this—if he didn’t take this piece of land, someone else would take it instead. Perhaps others would have done even worse than him.
I firmly believe his words. In the face of money, people's selfish nature will be revealed. After all, if they can use one hundred thousand to relocate residents, why would they spend a million to settle things?
Perhaps the female ghost who hanged herself due to forced relocation does not hate Mr. Zhu, but rather this society. She resents that in her most helpless moment, no one could help her; all she faced were pressures from both the underworld and the law. Perhaps her true despair lies in not seeing a glimmer of hope. Indeed, it is truly helpless; I can only sigh and hope that societal development does not come at the expense of the common people's interests, because that cannot be called development; it can only be termed a societal illness!
Not long after, Mr. Zhu regained his strength. Although he had hit his head quite badly and was covered in blood as if he had been on a battlefield, fortunately, there were no major issues. We returned to the lobby on the first floor; it was still early, and there was no one in the building. We first reported to the police because Old Li's body was still in the room on the fourteenth floor.
That day, we were taken to the police station to assist them with their investigation since my testimony was needed regarding Old Li's death. However, our testimonies were so unbelievable that it was hard for anyone to take them seriously. In this scientific age, which police officer would believe in ghosts?
Thus, after several days of investigation, the police could not find any leads and ultimately ruled it as a suicide. However, Old Li's family refused to accept this conclusion, arguing that Old Li was living well; why would he commit suicide?
Indeed, no one could provide a reasonable explanation for this point. But the police were helpless; without evidence of foul play, they could only close the case as such.
Just when I thought everything had finally come to an end, before I could leave the police station, I was stopped by a middle-aged officer in his forties. He asked me if I was really Yin Yang Master, capable of capturing ghosts and subduing demons.
I thought to myself, are you trying to accuse me of promoting feudal superstition? So I smiled and did not nod.
The officer seemed to see through my thoughts and smiled back, introducing himself as Captain of the Major Crimes Unit. He mentioned that he had heard about the suicide case in the building from his colleagues and was very interested in talking with me.
Seeing that he did not seem to have any ill intentions, I curiously asked him if he had encountered any trouble.
He chuckled and said he hadn’t encountered any trouble; it was just that the Major Crimes Unit had run into a rather tricky case and hoped to get some assistance from me.
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