Chapter 5 Field Investigation

  I spent an entire afternoon thinking it through, and finally figured out my feelings about the "Wu Fan and Shang Jin's confession". It's not like I didn't have any feelings for my ex-boyfriend, if I didn't feel a little sad, it would seem like I'm heartless. But there's no need to take it too seriously either, after all, they're just my exes now.

  But I really want to know why Wu Fan still confessed to Shang Jin after going through the life-and-death test of Metro Line 5?

  I couldn't help but think with some malice, could it be that Shang Jin is pregnant?

  "What are you thinking about?" Zhu Tingting's sudden question pulled my thoughts back, "As soon as I came in, I saw you staring blankly at the computer screen."

  I coughed twice and said seriously: "Thinking about whether to go home for National Day or not."

  Zhu Tingting pulled out a chair and sat down with a loud creak: "Where are you going? Why don't you go back? If you don't go back, where do you want to go?"

  I shrugged and tidied up a bit, then opened the computer.

  "In Soul Society", it's time for everyone to chat again. I roughly browsed through the chat records and joined in on the casual conversation.

  Meow: Meow, that ghost is really formidable. My peach wood sword couldn't even kill it with three strikes.

  Girl's fingers: Xiao Miao, didn't you prick accurately?

  Meow: You actually don't believe in my eyes, meow...

  Slow Sheep Little Prince: That ghost was burned to death by fire.

  Everyone was stunned, but such strange and supernatural things are more or less based on science. Not all magical instruments can deal with ghosts. The five elements generate and restrain each other, fire restrains wood, so the peach wood sword is naturally useless against that ghost.

  Soul Bell: I've been very idle recently.

  Duck Egg General: Is there anything else strange about your subway line 5? @Soul Bell

  Soul Bell: Nothing's wrong, everything is fine now.

  Meow: Leng Leng, are you jealous of me? I've been really busy lately.

  Soul Bell: Hehe, meow meow, I see you've recently gotten into some trouble, you'd better go get rid of the bad luck first.

  Meow...

  Handsome warrior: Shu Ling, when did you become a fortune teller?

  I saw him appear and quickly private chatted him, sending over a sentence: How is Aunt Shen doing?

  After a while, Jiang Zhun finally replied slowly: All the physical indicators have returned to normal, but he just can't wake up.

  I furrowed my brow and sent another message: Have you been to the Tang family's old mansion?

  Two minutes later, a reply came: I've seen it, nothing found.

  Nothing was found? I put down my phone, secretly wondering in my heart, how could nothing be found? Could it be that we were all wrong? Is there no connection with the Tang family's old mansion? I thought about Aunt Shen's situation again from start to finish, and as a soul hunter, my intuition told me that I was definitely not wrong, and it had something to do with that mansion. Then where did things go wrong?

  When I came back to myself, I found that Jiang had sent another message ten minutes ago: When do you have time? Can you help me take a look at the house?

  Right in the middle!

  I immediately replied with a smile: Okay, let's make it Wednesday, I don't have class.

  It's not that I didn't have class, but just one physical education class, which was far less attractive to me than the mysterious Tang family mansion. So I decided to skip class.

  ……

  ……

  I straightened up, gently placing Aunt Shen's hand back on the bed, and turned to say: "It's just one soul away from waking up. If one soul can't return, I'm afraid it will never wake up again."

  "I must save her." Jiang Zhun walked forward and said resolutely as he looked at the woman on the hospital bed.

  "Let's go, take me to see the old mansion." I didn't say anything else, getting straight to the point.

  Jiang Zhun looked at me with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, then turned around and said, "Let's go, it's not far."

  He drove me to Anping Lane, Jiang Zhun's car was a bit big and couldn't get in, so he found a parking lot and stopped the car, we walked in. Anping Lane is also an old alley, the buildings inside are all 80s style, the walls have peeled off a lot, the rusty steel bars on the wall look like flowing water. The ivy climbed up, some stretched into the corridor, and some hung on the air conditioner's outdoor unit.

  "Isn't this a residential area?" I asked in puzzlement.

  "Go that way."

  We walked another hundred meters or so, and suddenly there was no road ahead of us. Only a very narrow alley stretched out to the left. This alley was clearly inconsistent with the small district in front, with cyan walls, dark gray wall bases, and several clusters of green grass poking out from the gaps between the walls, gently swaying in the wind.

  "This house is still owned by the government at present, and the front gate is not open. All those who want to visit the house have to enter and exit from the back door," Jiang Zhun explained.

  I suddenly realized. Looking at this house, it's still quite big, but I have no idea what the front of the house looks like.