The contrast in her attitude before and after made it difficult for me to accept for a moment.
A normal person, upon realizing their own death, would surely suffer for a long time, because there were many things in their life that they hadn't done yet, and to end their life like this was simply unacceptable.
But Andrea seemed not to think so, instead so calm, as if her death was a relief from the torment of her physical body.
Narrowing my eyes, I asked, "Not only are there ghosts in this world, but there are also demons."
"Big brother, this is really fun. This feeling is much better than being human," Andrea laughed and looked at me, she didn't look like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl at all, but rather like a child of eight or nine years old.
I gave a wry smile, nodded, and said, "Let's go out now. Normal people can't see you, but they can see me. If someone discovers me in the morgue, it will be hard to explain."
"Okay," Andrea nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then turned and walked outside.
She could be unrestrained here, but I couldn't, even a little noise and if anyone caught me, I would surely be treated as a thief.
Fortunately, the old man guarding the door didn't come back. We quickly walked out of the hospital, got into the car, and Andrea turned to me, with little stars in her eyes, "Big brother, are you a ghost hunter?"
I chuckled bitterly, "If I were a ghost hunter, would you be able to run around freely like this?"
"That's true," Andrea asked again, "Do you have yin-yang eyes?"
I really didn't know how to answer that question for a moment. My eyes were like those of ordinary people, but my constitution was very special, so it was natural for me to see ghosts.
Looking at her, I shook my head and said, "Don't guess randomly, I'm just an ordinary person."
"I really envy those yin-yang masters. I like to read novels about this all the time, sometimes I even fantasize about becoming a ghost hunter myself, sweeping away some ghosts and demons," she said, then laughed, and said, "Isn't it fun? But now I've become a ghost, this dream can only be realized in the next life."
I didn't say anything, and when we arrived at the crossroads, the young man in a black short-sleeved shirt was still squatting on the ground.
I turned to Andrea and asked, "Do you know him?"
She shook her head, "I don't know him."
I was taken aback and asked, "Then why have you been standing by his side all this time?"
Andrea blinked her innocent eyes and shook her head, "I don't know either, I just feel that there's something strange about this person that's drawing me to him."
I nodded thoughtfully, thinking that the young man was Andrea's friend or family member, but I had thought too much.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, "Where are you going to go in a while?"
Andor laughed lightly and said, "I don't know, just wandering around, there's nowhere to go anyway."
I asked, "Don't you want to go home and have a look?"
She shook her head and said, "No, home is no longer a concept for me."
I looked at her quietly for a moment and said, "Alright, it's not good for you to keep drifting around like this. If you run into people with bad luck, you might scare them to death. How about this, come to my place first."
"Really? Thank you so much, big brother," Andor said happily, widening her eyes as if she was about to kiss me.
If it were a situation of a man and a woman being alone together, I definitely wouldn't do that. But she is now a spirit, and I am a human, so there is no need to be wary of this matter at all.
Back at the rental house, I gestured for Andor to make herself at home. She didn't hesitate, searched in the fridge for a while, then turned her head, dissatisfied, and said, "Big brother, why is there nothing in your fridge?"
"I'm not a girl, why would I put so much stuff in there?" I continued, "For you guys, no matter how good the food in the human world is, you won't be able to taste anything. It's better to just drink some cold water."
Andor smiled and said, "You just don't understand. Some things are not meant to be eaten, but to be seen."
I sighed repeatedly in my heart, thinking that I really didn't understand your world.
Sitting on the sofa and watching her look around, I couldn't help but become interested in the young man at the intersection. He and Andor had no connection, yet he had seen him at the crossroads for two consecutive nights.
For some reason, a bad premonition rose in my heart. I abruptly stood up from the sofa, grabbed my keys, and ran outside.
I told Andor not to go anywhere in the room, and as I drove to the crossroads, I was disappointed to find that the young man had disappeared without a trace.
I walked to the spot where the young man had been squatting and looked down. When I saw a strange pattern on the ground, my mind was instantly stunned.
I quickly took out the paper given to me by Jiang Xiumei from my pocket, and when I unfolded it, the two patterns were exactly the same.
Two overlapping triangles, one upright and one inverted, with a pentagram in the middle.
Without the pentagram, this should be a hexagram. The hexagram is a legacy of an ancient sect of Hinduism, and because it worships the feminine, the two triangles on the hexagram represent male and female, respectively.
But with the pentagram in the middle, the meaning changes completely.
I thought for a moment, but I couldn't figure it out at all. This kind of pattern had also appeared in the home of the person who killed Jiang Nanfeng over sixty years ago, and now the same pattern was found at the site where Andor had died in a car accident. There might really be some kind of connection between the two.
I had wanted to drive to Jiang Xiumei's house right now, but she had already found Jiang Nanfeng, and it was impossible for me to enter that room.
I looked around for a long time, hoping to see the young man in the black short-sleeved shirt. But to my great disappointment, the young man had long gone.
I folded the paper back and put it in my pocket, then drove back to the rental house.
Andor was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and she turned to me and said, "Where did you go just now?"
I tried to calm down and said, "I had something to do. What's up?"
She pointed to the phone on the coffee table and said, "Someone called you just now."
"Have you answered?" I instinctively became nervous.
Quite a few people knew my phone number, one being my grandfather, and the other one was Du Xiaolan. The rest were all clients, just one-time contacts. Once the matter was settled, they wouldn't call again.
It would be fine if it was someone else, but if it was my grandfather's or Du Xiaolan's call, if Andor had answered, it would be like someone had peeled off a layer of my skin.
Fortunately, she didn't answer the call, and I was finally relieved.
I picked up my phone and checked the call records. On the missed call interface, I saw a very strange phone number.