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Zhong Kui's Diary
I went upstairs with Fatty and found Lingfeng in an office. Lingfeng was playing Dou Di Zhu while on speakerphone with his girlfriend, Li Xinyan. It seemed that Li Xinyan had planned a trip to Zixu Mountain Ski Resort with two of her friends for the next weekend and wanted Lingfeng to join them, but Lingfeng kept insisting he had other commitments.
Finally, after the call ended, Lingfeng smiled at me and asked, "How's it going?"
Fatty shook his phone and said, "I recorded the whole thing! Ghost Brother, let's celebrate with a cigarette."
I patted my pocket and replied, "I'm out!"
"Let's see if Old Song has anything good," Lingfeng said with a grin as he rummaged through drawers. Eventually, he found a few packs of good cigarettes and tossed me a pack of White Sand and gave Fatty a pack of Huanghelou 1916 soft box, while he kept a box of Nanjing 95 Supreme for himself.
Fatty immediately protested, wanting to trade with Lingfeng.
Lingfeng looked puzzled and said, "Mine costs only 100 yuan a pack, while yours is 160! Have you lost your mind?"
"This one is soft and short; it's not auspicious!" Fatty replied seriously.
"Haha, then you might as well smoke a cigar!" I laughed heartily.
"He’s more suited to chew on a cucumber!" Lingfeng joked back, tossing the cigarette in his hand to Fatty.
"What are you guys planning to do next?" The three of us gathered together to light our cigarettes, and Lingfeng blew out a large smoke ring.
"What else can we do? We’ll confront Jin Xinghua directly," Fatty frowned.
"Lingfeng, what do you think we should do?" I asked Lingfeng in return. We came from humble beginnings, while he came from a prominent family; our perspectives on many things were different.
"Why doesn't Jin Xinghua eliminate Jin Zhenzhong first, but instead targets Jin Zhao and Jin Yang? It's because he can't manage so many businesses at once. He needs some time to buffer, to get rid of Jin Manyuan, and then take down Jin Zhao and Jin Yang. He is the only legitimate heir of Jin Zhenzhong, which is why Jin Zhenzhong will gradually transfer the business to him. When the time is right, he will eliminate Jin Zhenzhong, and all of the Jin Family's assets will belong to him!" Lingfeng spoke eloquently. In matters like this, we truly couldn't see through it as clearly as he did.
"I don't know what got into him; he never performed well before. Both his palms are flesh; if he weren't so useless, would Jin Manyuan hand over all the assets to Jin Zhenzhong to manage alone?" Fatty shook his head in disbelief.
"It's just a matter of timing. Often, we only learn to cherish things after losing them; that's when we realize our regrets!" I sighed with a face full of weariness. Back in the day, if I hadn't watched gangster movies, I might have been a civil servant now, sitting in a spacious and bright office from nine to five, sipping tea and reading the news. What a pleasant life that would be.
"Don't digress so much!" Lingfeng laughed. "You guys should find Jin Zhenzhong next and hand over the evidence you have to him. Then call in Jin Xinghua and Jin Yang so everyone can clarify things face-to-face and let them handle it themselves. Whether it's reporting it or resolving it privately, it's none of your business!"
"That works too!" I nodded in agreement.
"Then let's go! Staying in this godforsaken place is making me moldy! Sigh, I really feel for Old Song." Lingfeng stood up and shut down the computer, and the three of us headed back to the city.
The next events were nothing more than Fatty pestering Lingfeng to treat him to health treatment. Lingfeng had no choice but to take us to Empire Hotel and called in a Russian international friend for him.
After Ding Fatty happily went inside, I joked, "So you're finally willing to treat Fatty to some foreign delicacies?"
"Not at all! My friend's this foreign girl has body odor; I'm disgusted by Fatty!"
We exchanged glances, laughter quickly spreading from our mouths to our entire faces until we burst into hearty laughter.
------------------- The dividing line of escaping from body odor -------------------
Next, the three of us arrived at Jin Family Villa. There were far fewer people paying their respects at Old Man Jin's Spirit Tent; it seemed like the funeral was about to take place soon. It might get lively then; I wondered where Old Man Jin would be buried. As we passed by the Spirit Tent, my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts.
Having informed Jin Yang in advance, when he saw us approaching, his eyes flickered restlessly, seemingly saddened that everything was orchestrated by his own uncle.
Jin Zhenzhong and Jin Xinghua were waiting in the living room, with bodyguards and servants avoiding the area, leaving only the two of them in the large, empty space. Jin Zhenzhong's expression was as dark as water, while Jin Xinghua appeared calm. I was a bit confused; had their expressions been switched?
When Jin Zhenzhong saw us enter, he didn't stand up and simply waved his hand lightly, saying, "Make yourselves comfortable."
Just as we sat down, Lingfeng's phone rang. After answering, Lingfeng's face took on a strange look. He leaned closer to me and whispered, "Come outside with me for a moment."
With that, Lingfeng headed straight for the door. Jin Zhenzhong's expression grew even darker, while a hint of mockery flashed across Jin Xinghua's lips. Fatty and Jin Yang looked puzzled. I could only apologize to everyone as I hurriedly followed Lingfeng outside.
"Just received news from over there. While they were processing Li Chao's release paperwork, he suddenly grabbed a pen from Kong and stabbed it into his left chest!" Kong was the police officer on duty yesterday.
Left chest? Isn't that where the heart is? Regardless of what it was, stabbing into the heart meant certain death.
Wait, why did Lingfeng say left chest instead of heart?
"Left chest?" I repeated.
Lingfeng's eyes glimmered with appreciation. "Yes, left chest. Normally, if someone stabs directly into the heart like that, they would definitely die. However, Li Chao's heart is actually on the right side. He just fainted at that moment and is currently being observed in the hospital. We have someone watching over him 24/7."
I frowned and said, "If he really wanted to die, he could have found another opportunity to stab himself again. You can't possibly keep watching him forever."
"He didn't want to die!" Lingfeng suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" I was taken aback. "Did someone hold his hand?"
"How could that be? Everyone present was a police officer; why would we want him dead? Later at the hospital, Kong happened to see him and recognized that Li Chao had been possessed by a spirit at that moment. In other words, it was a ghost controlling his body," Lingfeng said gravely.
"Does Kong have such an impressive uncle?" A thought flashed through my mind: "Kong Xuan?"
"You know him?" Lingfeng asked in surprise.
"I've fought with him before, but we became good friends. I'll tell you more about it later. What about Kong Xuan?" I quickly asked.
"He's possessed by a ghost, that's all. But since Kong Xuan has seen it, he can't just ignore it. He gave Li Chao a talisman to hang around his neck; within three days, ordinary ghosts won't be able to get close!" Lingfeng said.
I glanced at Lingfeng: "Lingfeng, you used to be like me and didn't believe in this stuff. Now you're starting to believe?"
"Motherfucker, how can I not believe?" It was rare for Lingfeng to curse: "Although I haven't experienced it myself, you're my brother. Would you lie to me?"
I felt warmth in my heart; brother, what a comforting word. I patted Lingfeng on the shoulder, feeling that everything else was unnecessary at this moment.
Lingfeng smiled: "This ghost might be Momo or Qing Qiu. Jin Xinghua definitely went to find Qing Qiu last night."
Although Momo had promised me not to intervene in this matter anymore, judging by Qing Qiu's deep affection for Jin Xinghua, as long as Jin Xinghua spoke up, Qing Qiu would surely agree to all his requests. The matter of Li Chao's suicide was very likely orchestrated by Qing Qiu herself. As long as she gave up her attachment to her physical form, her cultivation would be restored, and as Momo's sister, her cultivation would likely surpass that of Momo.
My expression changed; Li Chao was our only witness here. No matter how much phone evidence we had, it couldn't compare to having a real witness. Fatty had already sent a recording from his phone to Jin Zhenzhong. If Jin Xinghua could confess, then everything would be fine; whether Li Chao lived or died wouldn't matter much. But if Jin Xinghua thought Li Chao was dead and refused to confess, that would complicate things. Would Qing Qiu directly hunt down Li Chao? And with Kong Xuan's internal energy sealed, he could only draw a few talismans.
Lingfeng sighed, seemingly understanding my concerns, but he couldn't come up with a good countermeasure either. After all, they weren't human; money and power were completely ineffective against them.
Looking at Lingfeng's slightly furrowed brows and his handsome face that could take one's breath away, I couldn't help but smile: "If this female ghost likes you and falls for you instead, that would be great! But she happens to like Jin Xinghua. He may be handsome, but how could he compare to someone as young and strong as you? Why don't you sacrifice your looks and try to seduce Qing Qiu?"
Lingfeng laughed and punched my shoulder: "Get out of here! I'm not into those unresolved human-ghost relationships. Jin Xinghua is handsome and refined, from a well-off family—exactly the type many women like. Besides, if anyone has to sacrifice, it should be Jin Yang; isn't he tall and handsome too?"
I vaguely felt that something was stirring in my mind, but I couldn't quite grasp what it was.
After thinking for a while and finding no clues, I had to give up and said to Lingfeng, "Given the situation, let's go inside and take a look."
"We can only take it one step at a time. Ideally, Jin Xinghua would confess," Lingfeng shook his head, feeling that this was unlikely.
The two of us returned to the living room, where everyone was silent, their gazes fixed on me.
I forced a smile and said, "Mr. Jin, I've told you everything I know, and you've heard the recording. Now, how to proceed is up to you."
Jin Zhenzhong had been immersed in the business world for many years and had cultivated a deep sense of composure. At this moment, he surprisingly did not explode in anger; instead, his face darkened ominously. "Xinghua, listen to this first!"
He took out his phone, opened the recorder, and suddenly the conversation between Li Chao and me echoed through the hall.
After listening, all eyes turned to Jin Xinghua.
Jin Xinghua appeared calm; after a moment of silence following the recording, he surprisingly smiled and said, "Yes, everything was done by me. I am willing to accept any consequences."
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