Zhang Da Village is not located in the city center; it is in a relatively remote urban village.
They arrived in a police car, and when they reached Zhang Da, many neighbors curiously peeked out to see what was going on.
Jiang Nuo and the other two went straight to the fourth floor, while Song Zheng sent his colleague who had come with them to visit the surrounding neighbors.
Zhang Da's Wife opened the door for them, her expression forlorn and her hair disheveled, clearly indicating that she was experiencing great pain.
"Officer Song... you're here again."
Zhang Da's Wife forced a smile, then her expression turned cold again as she watched them enter the door with a blank stare.
"Have you found the killer...? Isn't it said that Ghost Killing?"
Song Zheng sighed, "I'm sorry, we will give you an explanation as soon as possible."
"It's nothing... it's nothing."
Zhang Da's Wife responded as if talking to herself, then ignored them, walked past the messy shelves, and sat on the sofa in a daze.
The area here is small, with concrete floors, and the doors to a few rooms are open, making it feel cramped and the conditions seem poor.
Si Yan scanned the room and noticed that the furniture had been moved, and several places where things should have been placed were empty.
"Are you planning to move anytime soon?" he asked.
Zhang Da's Wife paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes... Originally, if nothing unexpected happened to Zhang Da, we were going back to our hometown in a few days."
As she was speaking, Zhang Da's Wife started wiping away tears again, "My life has been so hard. I've toiled for most of my life, and finally, I've lost everything, even my life."
Song Zheng came to check it out a couple of days ago and didn't find anything strange, except that a few pieces of furniture were missing.
Jiang Nuo walked around the house, her gaze landing on the kitchen countertop that hadn't been cleaned yet.
Several beer cans were scattered around, along with two or three unwashed glasses.
Moving my gaze downwards, I noticed that the area where bowls and chopsticks were placed was piled high with many clean takeout boxes.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his fingertip touching the hem of Si Yan's clothes, gesturing for her to look in that direction.
There's nothing strange about ordering takeout, but this takeout box is very conspicuous. It's from the same delivery company that Si Yan usually orders from, and to be honest, it's not cheap.
Even for those living in urban villages, it can be considered expensive; a single meal can cost almost half a month's salary.
It's almost lunchtime.
Si Yan suddenly turned to Zhang Da's Wife and said, "I still have some questions to ask. How about we order some takeout? Imperial Cuisine Kitchen is pretty good. Is there anything you'd like to eat, Zhang Da's Wife?"
His question caught her off guard, giving Zhang Da's Wife no time to think, so she blurted out two dishes.
Subconscious reactions don't lie.
Si Yan waited for her to finish speaking, then paused for a few seconds before slowly saying, "According to the police investigation, Zhang Da 'Zhang Da's Wife monthly salary is not stable, usually around four thousand."
"The two dishes you just ordered will cost almost a thousand."
Zhang Da's Wife's face turned pale, and she stammered, unable to answer.
Song Zheng first inwardly cursed the exorbitant vegetable prices, then said sternly, " Zhang Da's Wife, what are you hiding? This is an investigation."
"I... I didn't, I just said it casually... Logically speaking, every takeout restaurant should have these dishes."
Jiang Nuo added insult to injury, "You're reciting the exact names of the dishes; every takeout order has a different name."
Zhang Da's Wife: "..."
Afraid that Song Zheng would misunderstand, she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, it's... it's true, we did eat at that restaurant, but the money was all legitimate."
Song Zheng: "Where did you come from?"
Zhang Da's Wife hesitated for a moment, then said, "A few days ago, Zhang Da won the lottery, over two hundred thousand yuan..."
Song Zheng frowned. "We've checked Zhang Da's account; there are no withdrawal records."
"This... we were just worried about something going wrong. We've never seen so much money before, and Zhang Da is careless and loves to drink, so he sent me to collect the money."
Zhang Da's Wife touched her thigh, looking very uneasy. "It was only with this money that we planned to go back to our hometown."
"You've won the lottery..."
Jiang Nuo said meaningfully, "You're very lucky."
The old ghost, suspected to be related to the case, was so lucky in life that he won the lottery no matter what he bought; Qian Qiang's company has had a series of big projects recently; Zhang Da suddenly won the lottery.
But after death, he was plagued by bad luck. Could it be...?
" Ghost Killing, it doesn't steal their life force, but their good fortune," Jiang Nuo guessed.
"Good luck?" Song Zheng didn't understand. "What would a vengeful ghost need so much good luck for? Could it possibly turn into a human?"
"A vengeful ghost might be useless against good luck, but it might be useful to the person behind it."
Guessing that the detector on Si Yan's wrist suddenly vibrated, as it was an essential tool for the association to detect Yin energy and had never failed.
The two looked at each other.
Jiang Nuo rubbed his left eye and said to Zhang Da's Wife, "You go out first. I need to cast a spell here, and it's not good for ordinary people."
"Ah... okay, okay."
Zhang Da's Wife was frightened and hurriedly left the house.
Song Zheng was about to follow them out when Si Yan grabbed him, asking, "Where are you going?"
Song Zheng asked suspiciously, "Wasn't it said to be bad for ordinary people?"
"Oh, I was just kidding."
Jiang Nuo smiled shyly, "Could you lend me some of your yang blood, officer?"
Song Zheng: "..."
"Hiss..."
He gasped, not knowing why. He usually didn't feel much pain from minor injuries, but every time Jiang Nuo pricked him with needles to draw blood, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Out of humanitarian concern, Si Yan gave him a few blood-nourishing capsules.
"Products manufactured by the association are guaranteed to be of high quality."
"Well, thank you very much," Song Zheng said with a wry smile.
Jiang Nuo collected the blood drops onto the talisman paper, and then took her own yin blood and Si Yan's spiritual blood.
At the location where the yin energy was strongest, Jiang Nuo held a talisman between two fingers, quickly chanted an incantation, and threw it out.
With a hiss, flames ignited.
A mirror the size of a palm suddenly appeared on the previously empty counter.
Si Yan picked it up and looked down at the mirror. It couldn't clearly reflect the person; it was as if there were ripples on the water, and the face was distorted and blurry.
He covered the air with his other hand, the jade ring on his index finger glowing slightly. After he moved his hand away again, the mirror returned to normal.
"What is this...?" Song Zheng asked.
" The Evil Spirit Mirror."
Si Yan looked puzzled and surprised, her expression fluctuating greatly. "This kind of thing actually appeared in an ordinary resident's home."
"What is Evil Spirit Mirror?" Jiang Nuo had never seen such a thing before, so he picked up the mirror and looked at his face.
"I've only ever heard of it from my grandfather; it's related to evil magic and ghost arts. You'll have to ask him for details."
Si Yan immediately made a video call to Si Mingde. After the call connected, Song Zheng held the phone up for them.
" The Evil Spirit Mirror! It's still circulating among the common people!"
Si Mingde reacted very strongly, slamming his fist on the table.
Jiang Nuo poked her head in, "Grandpa, please tell me what this is for."