Jiro?
Ran?
Hui Lijing was startled for a mont, then she rembered the words of the old monk from Tongshou Temple.
’When the current owner’s father was alive, I used to eat there often. Back then, the owner’s father, Mr. Jiro, had such a hearty laugh. Who knew he would fall while walking and pass away.’
Without a doubt, this Jiro, the previous owner of the ran shop, had already died.
How could a dead person appear outside her door?
A ghost?
Or... a prank?
The next mont, Hui Lijing’s complexion changed.
Because the female detective was also very clear that the possibility of a prank was extrely slim.
You see, she had personally closed and locked the door just a mont ago.
The walls of the Tongshou Temple weren’t very high, but they weren’t sothing an ordinary person could easily climb over.
As for bringing a ladder?
Hui Lijing was certain, she hadn’t heard any noise.
The sound of a ladder hitting the ground was absolutely not sothing that could go unnoticed on this quiet night.
And soone entering Tongshou Temple without a ladder?
Such a person wouldn’t need to play pranks on her.
After eliminating the impossible, the remaining explanation, however improbable, must be the only answer.
A ghost!
Huh!
Hui Lijing’s breathing beca rapid.
Although she had already been exposed to the ’Mystical Side.’
And was about to start learning ’Mystical Knowledge.’
But she had not truly started yet.
In so ways, it was her first real ti facing a mystical event alone.
What should she do?
Could Jason hear her?
As long as he could hear, Jason would definitely help!
Hui Lijing thought, then imdiately shook her head.
Because she rembered the scene from yesterday.
If the current situation was similar to the previous one, Jason definitely wouldn’t be able to hear the words spoken here.
Sure enough!
She could only rely on herself!
But...
Hui Lijing quickly started looking around the room.
She needed to find so handy weapons.
Although she had several weapons on her, none were suitable for the current situation.
After all, Jason had ntioned casually that fla or stun guns were the best ans to deal with ghosts.
She had a stun gun.
But if possible, Hui Lijing still hoped she could attack from a distance.
Quickly, Hui Lijing found a bottle of ’Pest Killer’.
Clang!
She shook it; there was still more than half a bottle left.
Next, Hui Lijing pulled out a lighter.
Outside, the moonlight covered the ground.
The pristine white, making the temple’s blue brick floor seem like the clear sky after snow.
A figure was standing right in front of the left side of the wing’s doors.
This figure was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
His face wore a hearty smile, but under the moonlight and shadows, such a smile seed to flicker, gaining an inexplicable eerie quality.
Especially when the smile remained unchanged on his face for tens of seconds, the eerie feeling rapidly escalated.
It’s like when you smile in the mirror. Initially, it might be genuine, but after ten seconds, your cheeks begin to ache, yet your smile stays the sa.
Unaware of pain.
Unaware of tiredness.
Just smiling.
Neither mad nor fierce.
Just hearty.
But no matter how hearty, with a crimson fall, it also beca fearso.
The moon was still, the crimson flowing.
Glancing slightly backward.
One could see that the man who claid to be Jiro already had a shattered skull.
Blood was flowing.
The brain was still pulsating.
But with each pulsation, more blood oozed out.
Blood trailed down his neck, flowing down his chest.
Soon, the man claiming to be Jiro had his clothes soaked in blood.
More blood flowed into the soup bowl he was holding.
Originally aromatic, the soup bowl’s scent beca even more intense at this mont.
Just as the sll of blood beca more evident.
With the steam from the bowl continuing to overflow and drift.
The man who claid to be Jiro stood in front of the door, his hearty smile unchanging, his whole body resembling a robot, raising his hand to knock on the door in front of him.
Thump, thump thump.
"Hello, your ran has arrived."
The knocking sound was rhythmic.
The voice was the sa as before.
Then—
Creak!
The door opened.
Hui Lijing appeared in front of the man claiming to be Jiro.
Jiro’s mouth corners hooked again.
Forcibly twisting the hearty smile.
Bizarre.
Frightful.
Twisted.
When the three rged together, the smile could no longer really be called a smile.
Inside was filled with a spine-chilling emotion.
Especially when the man claiming to be Jiro spoke again.
"Hello, guest."
"Your ran."
"Do you need anything else?"
The originally calm voice now elongated, yet continuously trembled.
Like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.
Causing one’s body to break out in goosebumps.
More terrifying was that with such a voice, the man claiming to be Jiro’s neck emitted a cracking sound, and then, under Hui Lijing’s gaze, the claiming Jiro man’s head just drooped to the side as if it was about to fall off.
That already blood-stained terrifying smile, intensified in that mont.
But—
Huh!
Hui Lijing, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought she might encounter sothing terrifying.
It turned out to be a kind of moving corpse.
Although sowhat bloody, it still wasn’t so unacceptable, even if at this mont, incomprehensible shouts continued to emanate from the mouth of the man claiming to be Jiro.
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