Only a single candle burned in the dim room.
Its light was very faint, and its color was not normal.
I had once heard Zhao Laoqi say that if you lit a candle somewhere with extremely heavy yin energy and wandering spirits, its flame would turn pale green.
And the flame I saw now was pale green.
Beside the candle stood a chair.
Someone was sitting in it.
That person was already dead, the skin of her face an unnatural bluish purple.
She wore a red wedding dress, her hands resting flat on her legs and her eyes tightly shut, as though she were asleep.
My whole body went rigid, and I turned to run outside.
But since I had been lured here, how could escaping be that easy?
I had only just turned around, before I could step through the doorway, when the door slammed shut with a loud bang, as though someone had pushed it from outside.
I groped frantically for the lock, only to discover that no matter how I turned it, I could not get the door open.
It was as though it had been locked solid, refusing to let me out.
I hurriedly turned around again, pressing my back against the door as I stared in terror at the woman in the chair.
I finally understood what had gone missing in the second burglary at Du Ruhai's house.
It was Du Yuwei's body!
No wonder Du Ruhai had been so anxious. The day before something happened to Fang Man, he had even come to the hospital himself, swallowing his pride to ask us to settle things.
Because what he had lost was the woman he loved most.
I remembered Zhao Laoqi saying that Du Yuwei's spirit could enter and leave Du Ruhai's villa at will,