Chapter 159

The person in charge was pale with fright, then bent over and collapsed against the door, vomiting nonstop.

Looking at that state, they wished they could vomit up their heart and liver.

He was shaken by the waiter's words, a strong, burly man, yet he was less composed than Ling Yue.

The person in charge was truly terrified.

A living person being boiled in hot water made their flesh creep, yet they couldn't help protesting: 'With water that hot, how could Mr. Charles possibly sit in it? This must be murder!'

However, just as the words fell, the officer in charge of the investigation walked over with steady steps. Lin Shaoze looked at him, his face icy and full of seriousness: 'Sorry, our forensic examination shows he indeed committed suicide; there were no signs of struggle before his death.'

'Impossible!' the person in charge gasped, for that was scalding hot water—even a fool knows that when hot water splashes on skin it hurts and you must dodge, let alone Mr. Charles.

A living, awake, normal person.

Yet the autopsy report reads exactly that: among all the hotel's surveillance footage, besides the waiter, no one had reached the top floor.

After the waiter finished speaking, they were as good as dead, refusing to say another word; obviously, they had suffered severe psychological trauma.

Lin Shaoze frowned, about to have someone take them to see a psychologist, when the Mysterious Cat Queen in Ling Yue's arms suddenly rose, jumped onto the young man's shoulder, and meowed a few times.

Their listlessness was partly due to mental trauma, but the main cause was the yin energy in the room they had collided with.

The Mysterious Cat Queen extended its paws and pressed them to his forehead; the waiter startled, and Ling Yue immediately called out: 'Don't move.'

The forehead is a person's vital aperture; doing it here yields the best effect.

The waiter instinctively stopped moving.

Whether it was their imagination or not, the soft paw pads felt hot, a steady stream of heat flowing into their brain; they had already been left soulless from the ordeal, but the Mysterious Cat Queen pressed them back into place.

After receiving one or two sessions of psychological counseling, they should be fine.

At this point, the person in charge, unable to fathom how such a thing could happen, blurted out a curse, wondering how they could explain it.

They couldn't help muttering: 'Could this possibly be the work of a ghost?!'

Hearing this, Ling Yue raised an eyebrow; the person in charge didn't realize that they had actually spoken the truth.

Besides the lingering odor, the room was filled with unbridled yin energy, all indicating that a powerful vengeful spirit had once dwelled here—something Ling Yue and Jiang Ye could see, making their top priority to find it.

A powerful vengeful spirit whose whereabouts are unknown is like a time bomb that could explode anywhere.

But just as she was about to act, she suddenly turned, staring fixedly at the room, and Ling Yue faintly sensed something was off.

Jiang Ye naturally noticed something too, looking at her quizzically; Ling Yue licked her lips and wandered around the room aimlessly, as if taking a stroll.

Yet anyone who knew what kind of murder had occurred here would feel a chill.

Outside, the hotel's lobby manager looked ashen; such a major incident had suddenly occurred—never mind the hotel being affected, it was uncertain whether they could even keep their job.

They would regret it to death—how could they be so greedy as to rent out this room!

After reporting the matter to their superiors, they were utterly hopeless.

At this point, even if another murder occurred, they wouldn't be surprised.

If Ling Yue knew what they were thinking, she would surely ask: 'Really?'

Ling Yue suddenly stopped, her bright eyes fixed on the white wall behind the bedroom's LCD screen, and with a marker she marked out an area on the wall: 'From here to here, smash it for me!'

Under everyone's gaze, Ling Yue pointed firmly at the mark she had drawn.

I don't know why, but at this moment the lobby manager's heart suddenly

sped up, their right eyelid twitching violently, as if something were about to happen.

"Bang!"

The hired worker, a professional wall-smasher for twenty years, raised the sledgehammer and unleashed a fierce barrage; soon the smooth wall cracked, and gray dust and clumps fell together.

The lobby manager nervously clasped their hands, each bang sounding as if it struck their heart.

What are they doing?

Suddenly, the worker's hand went limp, the sledgehammer veering off: 'What, what is this?!'

They stared in horror at the collapsing wall; for some reason, the wall here was extremely loose, a light tap of the hammer causing the boundary Ling Yue had drawn to already collapse halfway.

What had been built into the wall finally saw the light of day.

The moment the snow-white bones appeared, everyone was stunned; the lobby manager felt the world spin, thinking 'It's over, it's over, I can't go on like this!'

Another murder case!

No one expected things to develop this way.

Lin Shaoze furrowed his brows and called for the forensic doctor.

After the forensic doctor's preliminary on-site examination, this was a female skeleton, likely placed into the wall after death; judging by the degree of weathering, it had been there for many years.

If calculated carefully, the Fengjiang Hotel has been open for seven years, and throughout those seven years this skeleton has remained embedded in the wall—at least seven years.

Upon hearing this, the lobby manager felt a chill to the heart.

The police immediately sealed off the news, and after Ling Yue's investigation, this corpse was the murderous vengeful spirit; whether to call it fortunate or unfortunate, along with the shattered body came five golden long nails, driven into the woman's skeleton's limbs and skullcap.

That was likely the method to suppress her wakefulness.

Ling Yue glanced around, did a quick calculation, and realized this room was also the formation eye set up by that expert; she instinctively looked up, and behind the huge crystal chandelier appeared a pattern identical to the lobby's intricate, ornate design.

The two echoed each other.

At the same time, Ling Yue felt she was only a step away from the truth, separated by a thin sheet of window paper, yet she could not pierce it.

Suddenly, the lobby manager's phone rang; seeing the note, their face turned pale and they tensed up: 'Boss... boss?'

The manager, already despondent, thought this might be their last call, wondering if it was to announce their dismissal.

There was no sound on the other end, and just as the lobby manager breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard a anguished scream, a shrill shriek that nearly pierced their eardrums.

The lobby manager felt completely unwell.

Besides, the sound of muffled sobs and a woman's sharp laughter seeped into their ears, prompting them to instinctively grip the phone tighter: 'Cong Feng, this is what you owe me! You owe me!'

"Ahhh, save me, save me! What do I owe you? Save me!"

The lobby manager shuddered instantly—'Cong Feng' was their boss's name!

Immediately, he saw the police nearby, his sense of safety surged; he couldn't do nothing, and directly told Lin Shaoze, 'Police officer, my boss's family has had an incident!'

'Come on, people, police officer, hurry and save someone!'

Lin Shaoze didn't dare delay, immediately allocating some manpower.

Ling Yue watched, her expression suddenly turning grave; in an instant, their original appearances all changed, becoming the look of those who died violently.

Including the lobby manager himself, all the police that Lin Shaoze had counted out went from being safe and smooth to now being gray.

Ling Yue immediately realized something was wrong, saying, 'I'll go along too.'

Mystic arts have several categories; Jiang Ye didn't study physiognomy, so he didn't know what Ling Yue saw, but he had eyes, he could see Ling Yue's complexion was extremely bad, and immediately spoke up: 'I'll go too!'

Now even Lin Shaoze could see something was off; he pondered for a moment: 'Why go?'

Ling Yue suddenly turned her head, seizing the earlier news: 'I heard that this room has never been sold before; Charles is the first guest to check in?'

The lobby manager stared, not yet answering, then heard Ling Yue ask again: 'Who made the decision on this? Why did you suddenly sell it again?'

The lobby manager's face flushed red then white then blue, finally lowering his head: 'It's the boss; the boss said not to sell, but I sold it because Mr. Charles... he gave so much money.'

He lowered his head in shame, the money was so much he couldn't possibly refuse.

Moreover, ten years have passed; this top-floor suite that was never sold, who knows how many people have forgotten it, he arbitrarily decided to sell it to Charles, never expecting such a thing to happen!

He now regrets it so much his intestines feel green!

Ling Yue clapped her hands and lightly laughed, saying, 'The dead woman must be related to your boss.' What she didn't say was, perhaps the woman's death is related to him.

After all, she is sharp-eared and clear-sighted, and actually heard the hands-free voice at the time; how could a female ghost just go missing and their boss immediately call for help? The coincidence probability of this is surely too high.

The moment he heard those words, the lobby manager jerked his head up.

Ling Yue continued, saying, 'Take me to your boss's home.'

The lobby manager nodded eagerly; at this point he also realized Ling Yue was capable, otherwise how could she just casually draw and depict the corpses in the wall, uncovering a new case?

Although it was life-threatening, now the manager at least had a sense of assurance.

At the same time, Lin Shaoze received Ling Yue's hint and began investigating Cong Feng's family affairs and relationships.

Boss Cong Feng's home is not far from the hotel, a drive of less than twenty minutes, soon they could reach the destination.

After they arrived at the villa, from afar Ling Yue already heard a man's terrified scream: 'Don't come over! Don't come over!'

In the garden, the panicked man ran and feared, shouting for help, while in front of him stood a stiff‑postured maid wielding a scalpel that flashed with cold light.

Ling Yue stared intently, her eyelids twitching rapidly.

This isn't some pursuit; it's clearly a case of being possessed by a ghost, a mass of black qi still covering his face, and Ling Yue immediately furrowed her brows.

Before she could act, Jiang Ye called out, 'Quickly release him!'

Speaking, he had already struck out; the maid was no match for him in a single move, and was immediately hit and collapsed to the ground.

Cong Feng, scared out of his wits, instantly relaxed; when helped up from the grass, he wiped his face, took a deep breath, and said, 'Thank you......'

While speaking, he suddenly paused, looking at Jiang Ye, who wasn't in uniform and was completely different from the nearby police, and continued, 'Thank you, benefactor.'

Jiang Ye waved his hand, somewhat puzzled: how could such a dirty thing just be encountered by someone.

As for Cong Feng, after this incident he dared not let the maid serve him again; he personally stepped forward, holding a fruit platter, saying, 'Eat fruit, you guys hurry and eat fruit.'

At that moment, footsteps suddenly came from upstairs.

A woman in a burgundy long dress came downstairs; she looked delicate and pitiful, stunningly beautiful beyond description, and upon seeing her, many people exclaimed.

The woman is Cong Feng's current wife, also a minor celebrity; seeing the sudden guests in the home, her pair of dark, beautiful eyes shifted, and she sat upright beside her husband.

She remained silent, her quiet demeanor matching her pretty yet slightly petite appearance, resembling a Barbie doll in a shop window.

Cong Feng introduced, saying, 'This is my wife.'

'Thank you for coming this time, you saved our whole family; I really didn't expect something like this to happen suddenly.' He said this while still feeling lingering fear, looking at them gratefully: 'I was practically scared to death, just a hair's breadth away. Normally this little maid works in our household, honest and diligent; who would have thought she would suddenly turn violent, that knife almost stabbed in!'

Jiang Ye listened to his words, furrowing his brow.

On the other side, Ling Yue stared intently at the lady, who gave her a faint smile.

She heard his words, but the other party seemed not to have understood what had happened.

Suddenly, Ling Yue heard a shout, locking eyes with Cong Feng's incredulous expression: 'What? Something happened at the hotel?'

Cong Feng scrutinized the lobby manager, narrowing his eyes dangerously: 'You say, what exactly happened?'

Only then did the lobby manager realize that his email had been sent, but the other party hadn't read it. His heart leapt up, he stammered, and after a while couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Finally, the police produced their credentials: 'Hello, Mr. Cong, a criminal case has occurred at your hotel; we hope you can cooperate.'

The instant he heard that, Cong Feng thought he was being joked with; after all, how could this be possible—who doesn't know how lucky Cong Feng is—how could such misfortune befall him.

He laughed heartily a few times: 'Police officer, have you got it wrong? How could my hotel possibly have an incident?'

Ling Yue looked at him, her black-and-white eyes shimmering with a sheen: 'How could it not happen?'

'You speak so confidently; could there be another reason?'

Cong Feng immediately lost his words; he questioned the lobby manager beside him, and at this point finally revealed a hint of the oppression belonging to a superior.

The lobby manager stood upright, trembling as he recounted the whole story; upon hearing him say the top-floor room had an incident, he suddenly straightened his spine, incredulously staring at him, as if he'd seen a ghost.

The lobby manager dared not look at him: 'I… I took on a big order; the client explicitly wanted the top floor; business has been poor lately, so I arbitrarily decided to sell the sealed top floor to him.'

Cong Feng: '!!!'

He unleashed a torrent of abuse at the lobby manager; moreover, a chill swept over him instantly, making his scalp tingle and his limbs feel as if plunged into icy snow water.

Cong Feng always felt as if something were watching him.

He turned his head and met a pair of pitch‑black eyes.

'Husband.' Her soft, alluring voice let him instantly relax; the doubt that had just risen vanished like smoke, for this was exactly the kind of petite wife he liked—how could she be like that…

His thought came to an abrupt halt.

One hand pinched his palm, his heart telling himself to stay calm; until the next moment, he heard Ling Yue's offhand voice: 'By the way, there's another case that needs your cooperation in the investigation.'

Cong Feng narrowed his eyes, looking at her.

Ling Yue: "After investigation, we found the skeleton of an adult woman in the bedroom wall of the top-floor suite. Do you remember, ten years ago, did any of your friends suddenly go missing?"

Cong Feng heard her emphasize the word "friend", smiled and shook his head: "Friend? No, none of my friends have gone missing, and during that time I was swamped."

"To be frank, I'm currently in a divorce lawsuit with my original spouse; I really have no time, nor the energy to pay attention to what's happening around me."

While he was speaking, he didn't notice that his little lovely wife suddenly linked her arm with his and leaned in.

Cong Feng instinctively rubbed her hair, as if treating a pet dog, and scratched her chin: "Be good, I'll take you out shopping later to relax."

The little lovely wife shook her head, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

Cong Feng felt even more reassured.

Perhaps they were showing off their love too much, even the house dog grew jealous, and Ling Yue suddenly heard a loud dog bark.

"Woof woof woof woof woof!"

Outside the gate, a Tibetan Mastiff was extremely ferocious; the servants dared not approach it, all hiding behind the door discussing, and Ling Yue heard everything clearly—

"It keeps barking again and again; this dog barks every few days, scaring people to death!"

"Mr. Cong, isn't it... uh? This dog looks hard to tame, its barking scares people half to death! In my opinion, it should have been sent away long ago!"

"You're just uninformed; I heard this dog is some breed costing over a hundred thousand each, priceless yet unavailable."

At this moment, the huge Tibetan Mastiff already

barked furiously, its thick black fur as lush as seaweed.

It was like a male lion on the prairie, the iron chain around its neck rattling loudly.

Ling Yue heard its angry roar: "Bad person, return my master!" Recently, encoding issues severe, let us have more motivation, update faster, please move your little hand to exit mode. Thanks:,,.