"Chang Gu was your client?" Li Zheng looked at Chen Ge in confusion. "You didn't know each other before. Why would he hire someone who runs a Haunted House to help him find someone? That doesn't make any sense."
"What doesn't make sense about it? I run a Haunted House, and I often help the police solve cases, don't I? It just means I have a lot of hobbies and know a thing or two about all kinds of things." Chen Ge appeared to be talking to Li Zheng, but his eyes stayed fixed on the curtains. Aside from him, there wasn't a single person in the room who could see Chang Gu.
They had no idea that the Patient, who had been sent away for an autopsy, was standing right behind them.
"The police, huh? You sure don't hold back when you talk." Li Zheng wanted to argue, but couldn't find anything to counter with. Plenty of people ran Haunted Houses, but a boss like Chen Ge was a rare sight. You might not find one in several hundred years.
"Zheng, did the Patient leave any other message besides calling my name?"
"No. He just called your name before he died." Li Zheng frowned. "Take this seriously. We strongly suspect you did that to him. After all, you and he were the only ones in the Mental Hospital's ward at the time."
"It's a misunderstanding. This is definitely a misunderstanding!" Chen Ge immediately began to explain. He told Li Zheng some things about Chang Wenyu and the parents whose children had been locked behind the doors of Spirit Channeling School.
But he didn't tell him everything. He chose what to share, diverting Li Zheng's attention.
The truth was, he didn't know what Chang Gu was trying to do, either.