At this moment, I didn't know what to say. If this had happened to someone normal, they would have realized that we had seen a ghost. Du Xiaolan's lack of crisis sensation had overturned my understanding. She had no sense of danger at all.
Ignoring her, Anduor was in imminent danger at this moment. If her soul couldn't be placed inside her body before the seventh day, then it would really be too late.
After driving Du Xiaolan home, I drove to the hospital.
I was just about to enter the morgue to see Anduor's body, but as I walked into the hospital's backyard, I saw two nurses pushing a medical cart and shouting, "Notify the emergency doctor, a corpse has shown signs of life! Quickly, get Dr. Liu over here!"
It seemed that Zhang Roujin wasn't wrong. Since Anduor's body had been discovered in time, the most urgent task now was to find the man who had harmed Zhang Roujin back then.
I wandered around without any clue. Time was of the essence, and I absolutely couldn't afford to be disoriented at this moment.
Taking a deep breath, I hurried back to the car and took out my phone to search for information about the residents of Tianxiong Zijun. I searched for over half an hour but still didn't find any useful information.
Helpless, I had no choice but to turn the car around and buy two packs of Furong Wang from a store, then drove to the gate of Tianxiong Zijun.
I was immensely relieved that the gatekeeper and I were from the same county. When I asked about the identity of the owner of the second villa in the third row, the gatekeeper took a drag on his cigarette and sighed, saying that he had a very deep impression of this owner.
The owner's name was Yang Zhiqiang. Over ten years ago, during land acquisition, Yang Zhiqiang refused to sell his homestead. The developers thought the money wasn't enough and repeatedly raised the price, but Yang Zhiqiang remained unmoved.
With the deadline for construction approaching, under repeated requests from the developers, Yang Zhiqiang finally agreed to sell his homestead, but he wanted the developers to give him a villa in return.
At that time, time was pressing, not to mention a villa, even two villas would not be a problem. After starting the construction, Yang Zhiqiang has been guarding the construction site all the time. The depth of the foundation and the size of the villa strictly followed his ideas.
After moving in, Yang Zhiqiang lived a reclusive life alone in the villa. But a year ago, his mental condition suddenly deteriorated. He ended up hiding at home, giggling to himself, which frightened the neighbors and led them to call the police.
After being taken to the mental hospital, he never came back for a year, and it was said that he eventually died in the mental hospital.
This sheds some light on the situation for me. If I am not mistaken, it was Yang Zhiqiang who killed Zhang Roujin twenty years ago, and because the body was buried underground, he was so anxious about that piece of land.
Zhang Roujin had a very strong temperament. Living with her in a villa, it would be strange if one didn't go crazy.
When inquiring about Yang Zhiqiang's family from the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper sighed and said that he was quite pitiful. Having been in the gatehouse for more than ten years, he had never seen Yang Zhiqiang's family.
After asking which mental hospital Yang Zhiqiang was taken to, I said goodbye and went back home.
It's already late at night, and the mental hospital is closed. Even if I go now, I will come back empty-handed. I can only go tomorrow to inquire about Yang Zhiqiang's situation.
Back in my room, my mind was in a mess. I lay on the bed, and when I closed my eyes, all I could see were the scenes of Zhang Roujin tormenting Anduer.
I shook my head hard. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, a figure suddenly flashed past the door.
I have a habit of not closing the bedroom door when I sleep. After all, I am the only one living in this rented house, and sleeping with the door open gives me no sense of restraint.
The figure just now seemed to be a figment of my imagination, perhaps due to my extreme nervousness.
I got up barefoot and walked to the doorway. I cleared my throat and asked in a deep voice who was outside, but there was no sound coming from the living room. I peered into the living room and saw nothing under the dim moonlight.
My courage grew, and I went to the water dispenser to take a sip of water. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and just as I turned around to go back to the bedroom, I saw someone sitting on the sofa under the living room window. I don't know when she had appeared.
"Oh my god!" I shouted and instinctively took two steps back.
The figure remained sitting quietly. From her appearance, she seemed to be a woman.
I swallowed and looked at her warily, asking, "Who are you?"
In a hollow voice that seemed to come from all directions, she said, "I am your closest person."
My grandfather and father couldn't possibly speak in this manner, and my grandmother and mother would not come here just to play around.
After a quick search in my mind, I stumbled back two steps, leaning against the wall in fear as I asked, "Are you my ghost wife?"
"You still remember me," she replied.
In my mind, this was a redundant statement. I actually wanted to forget about you, but I couldn't, and I would see you in my dreams every so often.
Although I thought so, I didn't dare say it out loud. "What do you want here?" I asked.
She said, "I want to tell you something."
"What is it?" I squinted my eyes, watching her uneasily.
She stood up from the sofa and walked towards me step by step. When she was two meters away, I saw a grim white skeleton in a blood-red gown with a phoenix coronet and a feathered cape. It had no bodily movement and said to me, "You'd better not get involved in the matter of Zhang Roujin. It's not good for you."
"Why?" I asked excitedly.
She didn't say another word, took a step back, and when she sat back on the sofa, she disappeared from my sight.
"Wait!" I took a step forward, but as the words left my mouth, I saw that I was still sitting on the bed.
Taking deep breaths, I rubbed my face and then slapped myself. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the bedroom, and the blazing pain on my face proved that it was indeed a dream.
I got up and went to the living room, poured myself a glass of water from the water dispenser, took a sip, and then suddenly heard a voice from behind that nearly made me lose my mind: "Remember, don't get involved in the matter of Zhang Roujin!"
"Damn!" I 'pffted' with water spraying out of my mouth, hastily turned around, only to find no one behind me.
Without caring about the water on my lips, I looked around the living room. The entire room was bathed in moonlight, and except for me, I could see no one else.
"Did I mishear?" I muttered to myself, went to the bathroom to wash my face, and then returned to bed. All I could think about was the sentence the ghostly daughter-in-law had said to me in the dream.