After Song Xiaotian left, I drove Meng Yifan home before returning to my rented apartment.
On my way upstairs, I brought Li Xiumei's ashes home with me.
It was bad luck and felt awkward, but Li Xiumei really was powerful.
She had already helped us twice. And if it hadn't been for her tonight, Meng Yifan and I would both have been imprisoned in that club.
I felt I would be a little safer keeping her at home.
Once I got home, I really wanted to know whether Du Ruhai was dead.
If he was, all of us would have reason to celebrate.
I put Li Xiumei's urn on the TV stand, bowed to her three times, and asked, "Sister Xiumei, are you back yet? Did you kill Lü Zhengxian?"
After asking, I looked around the living room, but found nothing unusual. There was no response either.
Could Li Xiumei still not be back?
"Here's wishing you a swift victory..."
I went back to my bedroom, grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing, and got ready to take a shower.
In the bathroom, I took off my clothes and turned on the water heater.
The hot steam soon coated the mirror in mist.
I wiped the mirror with my hand, planning to shave first. But just as I wiped away the mist, a dead face appeared starkly in the mirror, its pupil-less eyes staring straight into mine.
I nearly jumped out of my skin and fell to the floor with a yelp.
The dead face even shook her head at me.
I hurriedly nodded at her. "Got it, Sister Xiumei. You couldn't kill Lü Zhengxian this time. We'll find another chance. I'm taking a shower, so could you step outside for a moment...?"
Soon, the dead face disappeared.
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