Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime Chapter 374: Anyway, They are All Ghosts

Chapter 374: Anyway, They are All Ghosts

Speaking of this issue, Aria Jackson beca even more annoyed. She explained, “The deceased’s father made a fuss at the Prosecutor’s Office, claiming that his son was murdered. Now the family wants to hold the prosecutor responsible for neglect of duty. Since I’m investigating this case, the prosecutor is suspecting that I’m colluding with the family and naturally targeted .”

“If he was indeed murdered, then it should be thoroughly investigated,” Jane McCain couldn’t help but interject.

Marcel Jefferson, who was sitting beside, glanced at his irritated cousin and quietly explained to Jane, “Legal truth is constructed from surface evidence, and is not always equivalent to objective truth. According to the Prosecutor’s Office, the case should be considered an accidental poisoning. So… no matter how much the family kicks up a fuss, it’s useless unless new evidence erges.”

Purple Sumrs nodded slightly upon hearing this, “You said that the prosecutor is about to retire. He certainly wouldn’t want the nature of this case to change after it’s been decided. Otherwise, it would look bad on his work report.”

“…So what do we do?” Zara Jason looked at everyone uncertainly. “Are we still going today?”

“We are going. The train tickets have already been purchased,” Jane McCain, obviously worried Zara would back out, said. “Even if we do not investigate the case, we can still travel there for fun. I’ve wanted to visit the ghost village for a long ti!”

Purple Sumrs laughed, “Agreed. We could just consider this a little trip.”

Aria Jackson frowned, wanting to say sothing but hesitating. At last, she patted Purple Sumrs’s shoulder and said, “Be careful though, that place is indeed disturbing.”

Purple Sumrs, Jane McCain, and Zara Jason set off for Peachwater Village as planned, although they had to catch the next train, as their original one had already departed.

Upon arrival, they were surprised to see Ryan Wesley waiting at the exit gate, sitting on his suitcase.

“You guys are so slow!” Ryan Wesley exclaid, “I’ve been waiting for almost two hours!”

Purple Sumrs was shocked, thinking at first that Ryan Wesley was sent by Alexander Sumrs to monitor her. However, Jane McCain then stuttered out, “This place is haunted… it’s safer to bring a guy…”

So, it was Jane who called him!

Purple Sumrs and Zara Jason looked at each other, both trying to suppress their laughter.

Blushing, Jane McCain doubled down, “How can we go on a trip without bringing a man?… We’re three weak young girls. If we encounter hooligans or thieves here, where we know no one, it would be so helpless…”

Unable to hold back any longer, Purple Sumrs burst into laughter.

Jane McCain, looking flustered, quickly grabbed her suitcase and headed off, saying, “Co on, we need to find a hotel…”

Due to the rumors that Peachwater Village was haunted, it gradually beca a tourist spot with many decent quality hotels, each with its own local character.

Since it was off-season and there were few tourists, they easily found a nice hotel, a three-courtyard old mansion.

The mansion was antique, reminiscent of the kind of house only wealthy landowners of past eras could afford. A business-minded outsider bought and refurbished the old house, turning it into a characteristic guesthouse.

There was a conspicuous dry well in the yard.

The hotel staff explained, “According to legend, during the Qing Dynasty, a wealthy family lived here. The master of the house had a beloved concubine who used to be an actress. She would often perform for the master, causing his wife to be extrely jealous. Once, while the master was out on a business trip, the wife had her servants throw the concubine into this well. Ever since, mournful singing can be heard from it every night.”

Hearing this, Zara Jason clung tightly to Purple Sumrs’s arm, “This place is too scary. Let’s find sowhere else.”

Jane McCain was also feeling jittery but, having more courage than Zara Jason, advised, “Let’s stay here. The hotel next door is even more terrifying. They’ve got a noose hanging from a crooked tree in their yard. They say soone was hanged there.”

Ryan Wesley nodded in agreent, “Either way, they’re all ghosts. We might as well choose the pretty one. A concubine charming enough to incite jealousy even after death, even as a ghost, must be a lovely one.”