Madam Wang was arrested by the police. There was a ghost in the room. She was both scared and resentful, blaming Wang Laoliu for bringing back a batch of ghost goods. Otherwise, how could he have been discovered!
Jiang Nuo guards the female ghost, Si Yan inquires again about clues in the case from Madam Wang.
"From which sorcerer did Wang Laoliu learn the Luck-Altering Technique? Are you still in contact?"
"Yes... but he's dead. He only has a son named Simazi, who is our contact at the Old Stockade Gate."
Madam Wang dared not hide anything any longer, wishing she could drag everyone down with her.
She said bitterly, "Later, we got our supplies from Simazi many times. There are many Old Stockade Gate, and there's also an abandoned archaeological site. He said there are treasures there."
Si Yan spoke languidly, glancing at Madam Wang before asking, "Does he know that Wang Laoliu is dead? How did you usually keep in touch?"
Madam Wang shook her head, her mouth dry from shock, looking as if she was about to faint.
" Simazi runs a coffin shop. He doesn't have internet at home; he only has a broken cell phone that Laoliu gave him, which can only make calls."
"We... we usually communicate via text messages, and he replies to them."
After listening, Si Yan and Jiang Nuo exchanged a glance, sharing the same question.
"With a fortune teller father who can change one's luck, and a family that runs a coffin shop, Simazi shouldn't be unaware that this batch of goods is problematic."
Anyone with even a basic understanding of ghosts and supernatural magic could sense the resentment emanating from this shipment.
Jiang Nuo nodded, "I have to go take a look."
He glanced lightly at Madam Wang, who was on the verge of fainting and could only stand with the help of the police, and said, "Use Wang Laoliu's phone to send a text message saying that you'll hire a new errand boy to pick up the goods next time, and that the pickup time is urgent."
Upon hearing this, the police immediately sent one of them upstairs to the master bedroom to retrieve Wang Laoliu's phone.
Just as Madam Wang was about to send a message, Jiang Nuo suddenly squatted down beside her, her clear voice soft and gentle, "Are you sure you usually use this phone to contact Simazi? Don't do anything funny."
Her hand trembled; she had a feeling that this person was even more terrifying than the female ghost frozen in the room.
"It's definitely this phone," Madam Wang showed him the old text messages. Jiang Nuo's gaze lingered on the MMS images for a few seconds, then he slightly raised his chin, signaling her to continue.
"If you give yourself away, I'll let the female ghost eat you." Jiang Nuo said with a smile.
The young policeman standing next to me. "... Hey."
Seriously, you don't have to be so gangster-like!
Under the supervision of Jiang Nuo and a room full of police officers, Madam Wang sent a text message, and the other party replied quickly as expected.
--Okay. Next Wednesday. No.
The three phrases correspond to the three questions Jiang Nuo asked: whether a new employee could be sent to pick up the goods, the specific time for picking up the goods, and whether an expert could be brought to inspect the new goods.
Jiang Nuo muttered, "They're quite cautious, aren't they? Are they afraid the experts will see through something?"
He thought about it and agreed to the time for inspecting the goods, and then asked Madam Wang to write down the address on a piece of paper.
Jiang Nuo pointed at the young policeman, "Handsome, what's your name?"
The young policeman was taken aback. " Song Zheng."
Jiang Nuo smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Come with us then!"
Song Zheng: "Why?!"
"I don't know how to catch ghosts, and besides, the case has already been transferred to the association."
Jiang Nuo repeated, "You have a lot of yang energy, so it's settled then."
Song Zheng: "..."
His resolute brows furrowed, and he silently pleaded with the captain.
The team leader patted Song Zheng on the shoulder, "Cooperating with the Friendship Association's operation is only right, only right."
Si Yan glanced at Song Zheng, then tightened her grip on Jiang Nuo's waist, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
"What about the little devil and the female ghost?" the captain asked Jiang Nuo, genuinely unsure how to deal with them, but unable to allow them to continue harming humanity.
Jiang Nuo: "We'll bring the kid back to the association, and the female ghost..."
Si Yan turned around, snapped his fingers at the female ghost, calmly described the possible punishment that Madam Wang might receive, and then asked her if she was satisfied.
Upon hearing this, the female ghost slowly turned her eyes, staring intently at Madam Wang's face, her voice shrill and mournful.
"I want her dead!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black energy surged forth.
Madam Wang screamed and tried to escape, but her head was grabbed tightly and thrown backward, causing her excruciating pain. The police dared not approach in the dark fog, and when they drew their guns and aimed them at the female ghost, they found that they could not pull the trigger, as if an invisible force was preventing them from doing so.
They looked at Jiang Nuo suspiciously, but he looked completely innocent. "What? I didn't do anything."
Si Yan stopped the female ghost from taking any further action, threw the half-dead Madam Wang to the police, and dispelled the dissipating resentment in her soul.
The female ghost vanished completely, and the room fell silent.
Madam Wang was on her deathbed; only her eyeballs could still move, and her chest rose and fell slowly.
The police handcuffed her.
"Great! This is absolutely delightful!"
[It has to be God Nuo, he can even solve a case while shopping, hahaha!]
"The case probably hasn't been solved yet, right? Can I ask God Nuo to livestream the whole thing from the Old Stockade Gate?"
[You can go beg Si Jiaojiao, hahaha, let Si Jiaojiao beg his wife!]
As Zhang Gou left the villa, he felt Jiang Nuo's relaxed and smiling gaze, and took two steps back, feeling a little guilty.
"What are you doing! Don't come any closer!"
Jiang Nuo walked towards the spiral staircase, teasingly asking, "How does it feel to see a ghost with your own eyes?"
"I..." Zhang Gou retorted stubbornly, "I didn't know before, why are you, a public figure, arguing with me! I was just saying a few words to you!"
As Zhang Gou spoke, he backed away, when he suddenly heard Jiang Nuo say with a soft laugh, "You're going to fall, right now."
Jiang Nuo paused, tilting her head slightly.
Suddenly, Zhang Gou slipped and rolled face-first down the stairs, landing hard on the last step.
Hearing the commotion, the police officer who had already reached the door rushed back to rescue the person, instinctively looking up at the building above.
Jiang Nuo stood at the top of the stairs, clearly smiling, but his eyes were like an abyss. Si Yan beside him had a cold expression and a gloomy aura.
They remained unmoved by Zhang Gou's howls, as if it had nothing to do with them.
Jiang Nuo raised her hand and waved to Song Zheng, "See you in a week."
Song Zheng inexplicably shuddered, helped Zhang Gou, who appeared to have broken both legs, away, and turned off his phone.
Si Yan called someone to pick her up. When she got into the car, she still looked sour. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Nuo pounced on her, and the driver in front immediately raised the partition.
Jiang Nuo wrapped her arms around Si Yan's neck, kissed him on the corner of his lips, and sighed, "He really does need to recharge."
Si Yan hummed softly, possessively wrapping her arms around Jiang Nuo's waist, "You just talked a lot with that policeman."
You even complimented him on being handsome and said goodbye to him.
Jiang Nuo looked up into Si Yan's eyes, her gaze softening and smiling. She gently bit her accusing lips, "It's so sour."
He joked, then licked his lips, "Then let's not charge it today."
Just as she was about to pull away from his embrace, Si Yan suddenly hugged her tightly, pressed her against the seat, and kissed her fiercely.
A series of light kisses landed, and Jiang Nuo's eyes revealed a tender smile as he let his breath cover them.