Smoke Curling Before the Spirit Tablet

If that was the kind of accident it had been, it must have been reported in the news—on television or in the newspapers.

Some of the spirit tablets in the public cemetery listed the exact times of death. For Da Zhe, that gave him a very useful time to investigate.

At Oxygen Sheep Internet Café, Da Zhe was sitting in a single-person booth, searching for the information he wanted.

"Sir, here's the green tea you ordered."

The server seemed to be a young girl. After bringing over a bottle of green tea, she quietly sized up the scarf-wearing man. She felt that he was completely different from the young people who came here to play games.

"Is there something else?" Da Zhe noticed that the server still hadn't left and asked curiously.

"No... nothing." The young server could only shake her head and leave.

Mm... I really can't resist a young man who's so mature, and whose voice is so magnetic...

Da Zhe watched in puzzlement as the girl continued to hide in the distance and sneak glances at him even after leaving. Could she have discovered that he's the Black Soul Envoy?

But that shouldn't be possible. At least, No. 18 had told him that anyone capable of seeing the Black Soul Envoy's peculiar traits had to be a human with Supernatural Power. As for this café server, no matter how he looked at her, she was an ordinary, unremarkable girl.

Maybe it was just his imagination.

Da Zhe shook his head and began browsing the information he had found. Search terms: "father car accident, child suffocated."

The incident had happened three years ago. Da Zhe opened the webpages one by one, trying to reconstruct the accident from all the information recorded there as accurately as possible.

"On Friday