March 8, 2006: Went to inspect the grave of the client's son, Qin Shuai. No abnormalities found.
March 9, 2006: The client visited. Audio file 03120060309.wav.
"Hello, Mr. Qin. Please have some tea."
"Ah, thank you."
"Have you found out anything?"
"Yes, right... I just asked a few of my son's friends. That's when I learned that he... he had a girl he liked. He'd liked her since high school, and they went to the same university. Later, when they started working... they still kept in touch through class reunions. Maybe it was that girl..."
"Would you like us to show them the photo to confirm?"
"Ah, yes. He said we could send it to him online. Here's his contact information. Email... Is that what it's called?"
"Yes. We'll send him the photo to take a look."
Tap, tap, tap...
"Mr. Qin, did you find out anything else?"
"Ah... I just... As for that girl, I don't know much about her. Maybe... well..."
"Has anything happened at home these past two days?"
"Oh, well..."
"If you're comfortable with it, we'd like to install surveillance cameras in your home. That way, we might be able to capture the ghost on film."
"Surveillance cameras? You mean, like the kind they have in banks... Those kinds of cameras?"
"Yes."
"Well, wouldn't that..."
"Yes, they'd record your daily life. But as you said, he mostly did housework at your home, along with the destructive behavior that's been happening lately. We can install the cameras in places like the kitchen, so they won't capture anything private between you and your wife."
"Oh..."
"Mr. Qin?"
"Hm? Oh... well..."
"Mr. Qin, what exactly happened on the anniversary of his death?"
"Huh? Nothing, nothing happened. Really... I honestly don't know... We didn't do anything. We just burned some