Chapter 144: 144 Died of Stomach Cancer Three Months Ago

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu only left after the police arrived.

Pedestrian and vehicle traffic were separated, but fire trucks and police cars were not subject to the restriction.

As the police car arrived with its siren wailing, people strolling downstairs gathered around curiously.

As a result, upon looking at the commotion, there was an unknown voice.

The owners' group chat also exploded.

Not long after, several waves of reporters arrived, along with cameramen carrying cameras, reaching the scene.

For a time, the residential complex was in an uproar over this haunted house.

The property management also fell into chaos.

The owners collectively demanded that the haunted house's owner information be made public.

Moreover, many residents of the six buildings called to ask the property management to open the passage, wanting to find moving trucks and move house overnight.

At that moment, Zhou Hao, who had just returned from work, saw that the area downstairs of his building was full of people, and he felt somewhat dazed.

He called Chang Mengxi, but she never answered, and his messages went unanswered.

Seeing that there were also police cars over there, he had a feeling that something might have happened.

The elevator was occupied, so he ran up to the fourteenth floor in one go.

As it turned out, the fire door was open, and standing there were police officers in uniform.

His legs went weak.

He wondered if his girlfriend had... been harmed?

A police officer noticed him and extended a hand signal to stop him.

"Hello, sir. Which floor do you live on? This is a crime scene; no unauthorized personnel may enter."

Zhou Hao clung to a sliver of hope; his building had two elevators and four units per floor, and he thought maybe it was someone else's home.

He quickly asked, "Hello, may I ask which unit had the incident? I am the boyfriend of the owner of unit 1404."

That officer gave him a deep look, his face showing doubt: "You say you're Chang Mengxi's boyfriend? When did you get together?"

Zhou Hao's heart skipped a beat: "We only confirmed our relationship a few days ago."

Upon hearing that, the officer frowned: "You're sure it was just a few days ago?"

Zhou Hao nodded: "Yes, could you tell me if it's really my girlfriend who's been involved? How is she? Can I see her?"

Perhaps because his voice sounded agitated, Chang Yixin, who was about to be taken away down the hallway, heard it and immediately realized that Zhou Hao must have summoned that occult practitioner just now.

He struggled to rush toward Zhou Hao, eyes blazing: "Damn, it's all because of you—Xiao Xi has been bewitched by you; if it weren't for you, my daughter wouldn't have been exposed, nor would she have been snatched by that occult practitioner; I'll fucking beat you to death!"

"Behave!" the police officer pressed Chang Yixin down and escorted him out.

Zhou Hao was left dazed by this sudden tirade.

He looked blankly at that police officer.

That officer sighed, stepped aside, and let him look inside himself.

Zhou Hao poked his head inside; the door of unit 1404 stood wide open.

The room was laid bare before him.

The bedroom door behind the TV backdrop wall in the living room was also open.

He had never entered that room before.

Because that was Chang Mengxi's bedroom, which had the same layout; his bedroom was on that side as well.

At that moment, upon seeing the interior empty except for a coffin, his pupils contracted sharply, his mind went blank instantly, and he completely lost the ability to think.

He stammered: "This, this is, what is going on?"

That officer, who also needed to take his statement, didn't hide anything: "Someone reported that this place is a haunted house, with a corpse inside."

"We arrived at the scene, examined the situation and found it true; the coffin indeed contained a specially preserved corpse, and after verification, that corpse was Chang Mengxi herself, who died of stomach cancer three months ago."

Zhou Hao was dumbfounded: "You say, three months ago?"

The officer frowned: "Yes, so we're taking you back to the police station for questioning; please cooperate with the investigation."

This is too bizarre—how could someone who died three months ago have confirmed a romantic relationship with him just a few days ago?

But just as he was thinking about taking him away, he suddenly received a notice saying the case would be transferred to another department, ordering everyone except those guarding the scene to withdraw.

Regarding personnel related to the case, aside from Chang Yixin and Lai Xiulan, everyone else did not need to be taken away.

That officer gave Zhou Hao a deep look.

Then, carrying out his duties impartially, he informed Zhou Hao that he no longer needed to cooperate with the investigation and could go home.

A few minutes later.

Zhou Hao sat on his own sofa, dazed.

He didn't even know how he had gone downstairs and gotten home.

Now his mind is filled with the thought that Chang Mengxi had already been dead three months earlier.

And those days of chatting and laughing with him—what were they? Obviously, they were...

Combined with the way Miss Tushan looked at him today in the CEO's office,

he finally understood why.

He had been dating a female ghost!

The bedroom door was open, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the bedroom ceiling; then, inexplicably, the image of the coffin upstairs in the same position and Chang Mengxi's face appeared in his mind.

Zhou Hao shuddered instantly.

Looking back on everything these past days, he had a sense of hindsight.

He swallowed hard, the room's air-conditioning was on, yet he still felt a chill.

He opened the real-estate trading software and contacted the agent listed there.

He wants to sell the house.

As for whether it's easy to sell now, he can't control that either.

After contacting the agent, he also hurriedly packed his luggage and left without looking back, driving temporarily to stay at his parents' place.

That rainy night, she who went to the wrong floor spouting nonsense.

Just treat it as a nightmare.

Oh, no, no need to treat it as, that's it!

On the way back to the old residence, without Xie Shiyu asking, Tushan Jiu proactively told him about the spirit medium.

Upon hearing that the spirit medium, the person who cursed the Tushan family, his gaze darkened, anger flashed in his eyes.

Actually, the situation of the Tushan family and the Xie family back then was very similar.

Jungle law, whether in the business world or the metaphysical realm, it's survival of the fittest.

But if it's merely due to jealousy, using heretical ways to harm lives, that is definitely unforgivable.

"The spirit medium reappears, surely with some purpose; Jiujiu, you need to be careful." Xie Shiyu reminded.

One thing he worries about is that the spirit medium is involved with Tushan Jiu; she can't figure out what exactly they want to do.

This means the enemy is in the dark while they are in the light, which is truly disadvantageous for them.

Moreover, from today's incident, they have become unscrupulous.

Reappearing, it's nothing more than two points: either they want to wipe away past shame at Tushan Jiu's place, or more seriously they want revenge, to completely eliminate the profession of the debt-sword person.

This Tushan Jiu naturally knows as well; she nodded, "Mm, rest assured, although I can't calculate, they can't scheme against me."

A big tree indeed attracts wind, but if the tree falls, it proves the tree isn't big enough; if it were big enough, even if a tornado comes, it could still stand.

So, let's see.

After a hundred years, the Tushan family and the Su family meet again; is it the debt-sword person's tree that's big, or the spirit medium's wind that's strong!