This was what Heath had gathered from Ralts. In Heath's view, spirits like Ralts who remained in this world mostly stayed because they had some unresolved obsession or unfulfilled wish. But Heath did not know whether every soul was like that.
"A last wish? I don't know. After I woke up, I didn't seem to have many memories or feelings left. All I felt was hunger. Maybe eating my fill is my last wish?" The man rubbed his stomach with a bitter smile. Heath glanced at it. It was very hollow. Even a thin person would normally have a flat belly, but this man's stomach was sunken, and the sight was rather unsettling.
This was no ordinary hollow. It looked as though the skin of his belly was pressed straight against his spine, a horrifying, frightening sight, as if there were no stomach, intestines, or anything of the sort in there.
"Then why don't you try this rice and see if it's to your taste?" Heath served the man the fried rice he had made with Resurrection Lettuce and minced meat. Heath did not know how the man was supposed to eat it. Officer Jenny Qian certainly could not, but she was a more unusual ghost, and Heath did not know whether the same rules applied to all ghosts.
After all, Heath's understanding and knowledge of these ghosts were still rather limited. Perhaps after encountering more ghosts in the future, he might come to understand these beings a little better.
The man hesitantly picked up the spoon, only for it to pass straight through his hand. Heath's mouth twitched. Good grief, how was this man supposed to eat, then?
Heath was a little stumped. He did not have any tableware here that he could use to serve ghost customers.
"Sorry,