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Zhong Kui's Diary
Looking at Liu Zihao's slightly wary expression, I took out a pack of cigarettes and offered him one. To my surprise, Liu Zihao directly refused, saying, "Thank you, but I don't smoke."
Your index finger and middle finger are both stained yellow; how can you say you don't smoke?
Then I thought about it. Nowadays, many criminal gangs use drugs to commit crimes, especially cigarettes. Often, after just one puff, the person becomes completely disoriented. If it's a man, he loses his money; if it's a woman, not only does she lose her money, but she may also be violated. In any case, it's crime; they live life on the edge and don't care about adding another charge of assault.
With this in mind, I suddenly felt calm and smiled, pretending to light a cigarette.
Why was I taking out a cigarette to light? It wasn't because I had a strong craving or wanted to show off; rather, it was a way to observe the dynamics of our conversation through subtle details.
For example, my act of lighting a cigarette conveyed this message: "I'm not talking right now; I'm lighting a cigarette because, in my eyes, my cigarette is more important than you."
If the other person turned and walked away or impatiently interrupted me while I was lighting it, it would indicate that they were a very assertive person who couldn't stand anyone showing off in front of them. If the other person waited foolishly for me to light the cigarette, it would mean they were easy to manipulate and could be taken advantage of.
Of course, these observations depend on one's mindset and shouldn't be applied rigidly; however, they can serve as useful references.
It seemed that Liu Zihao belonged to the assertive type. Before I could even take out my lighter, he smiled and asked, "Sir, is there something we can discuss now?"
I stopped trying to light the cigarette and smiled back. "Actually, I just want to understand the situation regarding Chen Fei'er. Do you know who entrusted Chen Fei'er to your family?"
"I don't know!" Liu Zihao shook his head.
"Then your mother, Ms. Zhou Xiaoping, should know, right?" Seeing Liu Zihao's displeasure at the mention of his mother, I quickly added some nonsense: "I mean no offense; it's just that this Fatty behind me is Chen Fei'er's cousin and Wen Li's nephew. We're here not only to wrap up matters concerning Chen Fei'er but also to thank everyone who has helped her."
Liu Zihao looked at Fatty with suspicion. "You are Chen Fei'er's cousin?"
Having been with me for so long, Fatty had some sense of the situation. He clasped his hands together toward Liu Zihao and said, "I'm from the countryside and not good with fancy words. Since you've helped Chen Fei'er before, if you ever need my assistance in the future, I will definitely help without hesitation."
Liu Zihao looked at me with skepticism. I quickly added, "If possible, I'd like to speak with your mother."
"But she isn't very clear right now; she's still in the hospital," Liu Zihao said with a troubled expression. "Whether we can see her depends on the doctor."
"Is that so? Alright, then I'll come find you again after a while." I lit my cigarette with a snap, signaling the end of our conversation.
Liu Zihao bid me farewell and turned to push open the fire door when Kong Xuan suddenly spoke up, "Hey, Liu Zihao, right? According to your business card, you're in charge of accident insurance, right?"
Upon hearing Kong Xuan's question, Liu Zihao paused for a moment, slowly turning around with a half-smile as he looked at Kong Xuan. "What? Are you looking to get accident insurance?"
"I have a friend in construction who wants to buy some accident insurance for his employees. If possible, I wouldn't mind earning a commission too," Kong Xuan fabricated.
"How many employees does he have? If there aren't many, your commission won't even cover a meal," Liu Zihao replied, clearly uninterested in this type of insurance.
Kong Xuan smiled and said, "Not many, about three to four hundred."
Liu Zihao's eyes lit up immediately. "Three to four hundred is definitely worth pursuing. How about we discuss it in my office?"
"Let's grab dinner after work instead. I have something to do right now. Anyway, I have your number; I'll contact you later," Kong Xuan said as he waved the business card in his hand and then took the initiative to shake hands with Liu Zihao.
Liu Zihao laughed heartily and left. Fatty looked at me and then at Kong Xuan, scratching his head as he asked, "You two, what exactly is going on? One wants to talk to someone's mother while the other wants to discuss insurance? What's the deal?"
I looked at Kong Xuan, who was also looking at me. We both spoke almost simultaneously: "You go first."
With a laugh, we decided who would go first in the most scientific way possible. Is there anything more scientific and rigorous than rock-paper-scissors?
Rock-paper-scissors! Rock-paper-scissors!
...
In a best-of-three match, I won; Kong Xuan went first.
"I feel like there's something off about that guy. I took the chance during our handshake to check him out," Kong Xuan said as he flipped his hand over to reveal a crumpled yellow paper in his palm. He smoothed it out; the red talisman on it had turned dark red.
"Is he a ghost?" I asked in surprise.
"No, he just has close contact with the ghost," Kong Xuan frowned.
"How interesting! Chen Fei'er lived in his house during the time before her death, occasionally returning to seek revenge, so Liu Zihao picked up her aura. There's really nothing surprising about that," Fatty, who was also familiar with Kong Xuan, chimed in regarding this matter of the Demon.
"There’s something I haven’t told you all," Kong Xuan said with a bitter smile.
"Oh? Do you have hemorrhoids or body odor?" I scoffed.
Kong Xuan didn’t take offense and continued slowly, "This ghost is not Chen Fei'er at all."
"What?" Fatty and I exclaimed in unison.
"Once a person dies, they cannot turn into a ghost. I mentioned this when I first met Zheng Nan. Ghosts are products of the Underworld, while humans live in the Yang Realm, which originally does not interfere with each other. Only those with Supreme Power can walk between the Yin-Yang Realm. Of course, it could also be those Wandering Souls swept over by spatial rifts. The Qing Qiu we saw before, along with Raise and Bip, all belong to this category. As for those who truly possess Supreme Power—well, Qing Qiu's grandfather Ghost Zombie should count as one, and Yazhi should also be considered one." Kong Xuan sighed and concluded, "In short, a person cannot become a ghost after death."
Fatty looked at Kong Xuan skeptically. "Please provide an example!"
Kong Xuan replied helplessly, "For instance, if Chen Fei'er died unjustly and could transform into a Vengeful Spirit to seek revenge, then what about Du Weidong? Didn't he die tragically? Shouldn't he also turn into a Vengeful Spirit for revenge? There are so many people dying in this world; how many of them willingly choose to die? If everyone could become a ghost like that, our world would be filled with Vengeful Spirits."
Fatty and I exchanged glances; Kong Xuan's reasoning seemed quite valid. If everyone turned into Vengeful Spirits, the world would indeed be chaotic.
"I was thinking earlier that perhaps it was some ghost swept over by a temporal rift that happened to witness this incident and couldn't stand by idly, which is why it intervened to punish Du Weidong and his companions. But it was also afraid of being blamed by those with knowledge of the Dao among humans, so it deliberately left Blood Characters as an explanation for people like us—it just couldn't bear to watch but didn't act recklessly," Kong Xuan smiled slightly. "So I didn't expose it either."
"Then why are you speaking out now?" Fatty scoffed. "Showing off your knowledge?"
"That's because I sensed the aura of this ghost on Liu Zihao again. Just like I mentioned earlier, Liu Zihao has had close contact with this ghost. Come on, Fatty, don't make that face; this kind of close contact isn't what you're thinking," Kong Xuan said helplessly while pointing at Fatty.
"Don't mind him; continue," I laughed.
"So I find it strange. Later when we have dinner with him, we should find an opportunity to check out his house. I also feel that there's something unusual about the Chen Fei'er incident," Kong Xuan shrugged. "Alright, I'm done. Now it's your turn—why do you want to find Zhou Xiaoping?"
Clearing my throat, I organized my thoughts and said slowly, "I suspect that Ma Zhenkai is also involved in this matter!"
"Oh?" This time it was Kong Xuan and Fatty who looked at me with confusion.
"I'll make an assumption: Du Weidong and the others saw Ma Zhenkai and Xi Shaohua having an affair in the bathroom on the rooftop. After Ma Zhenkai found out about this, due to the family rules of the Ma Family, he had to suppress and cover up the matter. However, if he directly killed the three of them, it would be easier for someone with ulterior motives to uncover the reason. So he decided to use Chen Fei'er's death as a cover-up." I licked my lips and continued, "Earlier I was a bit Confused, because I didn't know how Ma Zhenkai got in touch with Chen Fei'er, but after hearing Kong Xuan, I realized that Ma Zhenkai was actually colluding with another ghost."
"Please give an example!"
"What example? I'm just guessing here; where would I get an example?" I was a bit annoyed, then suddenly remembered something: "Do you all remember the video on the security guard's phone? At that time, Chen Fei'er went from the sixth floor to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the seventeenth floor, yet the elevator doors didn't open even once during that time. That's inherently abnormal; she must have been controlled by that ghost, only allowing Du Weidong and the others to enter."
"Yes, that does seem a bit strange!" Kong Xuan frowned and said, "But what does this have to do with Zhou Xiaoping?"
"I suspect that it wasn't Ma Xingrui who entrusted Chen Fei'er to Zhou Xiaoping, but rather Ma Zhenkai." I finally summarized my suspicions: "Ma Zhenkai knew that Zhou Xiaoping worked on the sixth floor of the company, so he entrusted the child to him. Then he used the ghost to kill Chen Fei'er in the elevator, ultimately creating a false impression of revenge by Chen Fei'er, leading to the murder of Du Weidong and others. That was his ultimate goal."
"Ghost Brother, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," Fatty said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"If all of this is a trick set up by Ma Zhenkai, then why did he spend money to send someone to inform us about his affair with Xi Shaohua? Is he crazy?"
Fatty's words instantly overturned all my speculations. Right, Ma Zhenkai isn't crazy; why would he do that?
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