"Zhang Chunyu died a bizarre, violent death in her own home, just like that."
"She couldn't accept it and wanted nothing but revenge, but the truth was that she really had suffered an acute heart attack and been stabbed to death by the pen in her own hand."
"Unable to find the killer, she ultimately buried the entire building."
"Brother Jiang, that's all I know. Qiao Qiao told me all of it, whispering in my ear in the middle of the night."
After finishing, Su Ling spread her hands like a grown-up.
Even she couldn't learn all that clearly what the top-floor resident had gone through.
Yet Jiang Chen's gaze grew even stranger as he looked at her.
Zhang Chunyu was terrifying, perhaps one of the most powerful ghosts in the complex. Building One needed all three of its top-floor residents to stand against her.
Yet the ghost in Su Ling's shadow knew her past inside out.
What that implied gave him plenty to think about.
"The night before she died, she dumped all her pens into the trash..." Jiang Chen glanced at Su Ling, then turned away and pondered again. "It looks like Zhang Chunyu really did learn she was going to die some time before her death. She even predicted how she would die."
"And she seems to have genuinely foreseen the death of that person who was killed by a falling flowerpot, too."
"She was just an ordinary person then. How did she manage all that?"
"Did she obtain some supernatural item? Awaken some strange ability?"
"Or was some powerful ghost plotting against her, killing her step by step? Could there even be some enormous conspiracy hidden behind all this?"
At that thought, Jiang Chen's eyes couldn't help slowly lighting up.
He had thought he was merely