After that, the group leader told Zheng Motian's wife about what had happened. She was very alarmed. Before long, she contacted him herself and said that the family had received a call from Zheng Motian. His phone number hadn't been canceled, but both the SIM card and the phone were in her hands, and no one had used them. The truth was becoming clear.
Although they didn't want to believe it, they had to conclude that Zheng Motian had become a ghost—and a dangerous one that was out to cause trouble.
They cut off all contact with Zheng Motian, and as far as they were concerned, that was the end of the matter.
Afterward, several more traffic accidents occurred on Guangyuan Highway.
The strangest was a car that plunged off a cliff. A vehicle had appeared out of nowhere at the summit of Mount Tai'an, then was rammed off the mountain and exploded violently below. The three members of the family inside died instantly. By the time they were found, who knew how long had passed. The family had never been to Suining City or Meng Township before. They had been driving through Xupu, then vanished there.
I stared at the files on the three victims, stunned.
The driver, who was also the father of the family, was named Li Shi. He was the same Li Shi Greenleaf had taken on as a client—the one who had asked them to investigate Zhao Chi's ghost. And Zhao Chi's death was connected to Zheng Motian.
I thought of what had happened in the dream.
Zheng Motian had desperately tried to find a substitute, and in the end...
But how could it have been Li Shi? He and Zheng Motian had never met. They hadn't even known the other existed. Was it just