Chapter 3: The Handsome Man Jiang Zhun

  I continued to open the news page and carefully started researching the relevant information about H City Metro Line 5. However, due to the rail incident, the H City government has blocked most of the information about Metro Line 5, and now on the forum and post bar, apart from netizens' fanciful statements, there is nothing reliable.

  "Eh, Lingling, you're in the dorm room. I've been knocking on the door for so long, why didn't you open it for me?" Suddenly, Zhu Tingting's voice came from behind.

  I turned around and it was her, I hurriedly said: "Sorry about that, I was too focused on shopping."

  Zhu Tingting glanced at my computer and raised an eyebrow: "Hey, you're looking at this? This thing has been spreading like crazy lately. I heard that the passenger flow of Metro Line 5 has decreased a lot, and to be honest, I don't dare to take it either."

  I knew there was something going on as soon as I heard it, so I quickly pulled her down to sit: "I just found out today, you tell me about it."

  Zhū Tíngtíng put down her backpack, took out a pile of snacks, and while eating said: "I just happened to see a ghost story on Weibo the other day, it's quite similar to this matter, let me tell you about it."

  It's said that someone was coming back from a night shift and had to take the subway, but they missed the second-to-last train and only the last train was left. However, this last train is said to be used to pick up ghosts from the past, and except for one brave driver, no one is allowed on board. The government's explanation is that it's being used to test routes, but the folk tale is more believable to netizens. That person thought about it and finally got on the last subway with a stiff upper lip. There was not a single soul on the subway, the lights were dim, and after sitting for several stops, they heard the sound of a ball bouncing from outside the train car...

  A little girl on the other side shouted: "Uncle, play ball with me." Then, a bloody skin ball fell to the man's feet. The man didn't dare to play, and the little girl was very angry. In the end, the man had no choice but to accompany the little girl to play all the way. When getting off the bus, the little girl said: "Uncle, come and play with me again tomorrow night, or I'll go find you."

  Zhu Tingting spoke vividly and I listened with great interest. Just then, a sharp cry suddenly came from the toilet.

  We exchanged a glance and rushed towards the toilet.

  The toilet door opened, and another roommate, Shi Qin, came out from inside, holding a pack of tissues, looking at us with a resentful expression: "Can't you not tell ghost stories when I'm using the bathroom?"

  I couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."

  "Hey Shu Ling, this story is really well-written. I'll share it with you, go take a look."

  "Go ahead."

  Shi Qin rolled onto the bed, opened her phone and immediately said: "It's all your fault, I couldn't even have a satisfying poop."

  I and Zhu Tingting hurriedly clasped our hands together to apologize.

  "What about the dormitory head?" Shi Qin asked again.

  I hastily raised my hand: "I know, I know. When I came back, I saw her and her boyfriend heading to the cafeteria. These two heartless people didn't even offer to send me on my way when they saw I didn't have an umbrella."

  "Then did you come back? I just saw Shang Jin taking an umbrella out the door when I went to the self-study room, didn't you guys run into each other?"

  "Don't mention it again." I gritted my teeth, "She and Wu Fan have gone out." After that, I told the whole story from beginning to end, of course, adding my own imagination.

  The other two looked at each other and said in unison: "Fool!"

  On Saturday, there were crowds of people going out again. I walked an extra kilometer to the starting point of the bus and managed to get a seat. I still like sitting in the back so that when it's crowded, even if there are seats available, I won't be squeezed by others.

  As soon as I opened my phone, I saw Jiang Zhun send a location, already at Central Square.

  I rolled my eyes and sent a message: Handsome guy, don't be so impatient, this girl just got on the bus.

  After a while, the phone vibrated, and Jiang Zhun replied: No big deal, beauties are worth waiting for, I'm at Island Coffee waiting for you.

  Rich people. I raised an eyebrow, decisively chose to get off at the next stop, and then hailed a taxi, telling the driver my destination. Since others are putting on airs like this, I couldn't afford to lose face either.

  Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

  I walked into the coffee shop, my nostrils flaring slightly as I sniffed out the atmosphere. After scanning the room, my gaze landed on a man staring intently at his computer screen.

  The man was wearing a simple white shirt, with a pair of straight trousers that had been ironed to perfection, tucked into his waist, revealing his slender figure. The cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, exposing skin that was slightly tanned, and he wore a simple silver watch on his wrist. His gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, occasionally reaching out to pick up the cup of coffee beside him, bringing it to his lips for a sip.

  "Only now catching up on news about Metro Line 5, isn't it a bit late?"

  The man lifted his head, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled: "How did you know it was me?"

  I smiled and pointed to my nose: "I smelled it. Soul hunters all have a scent that's different from others, I can tell as soon as I smell it."

  "Indeed, he is the conscience of our profession as a soul hunter."

  "Alright, stop teasing. I didn't expect the handsome warrior... to actually be a handsome man." I chuckled and sat down across from him, then said to the waiter who came over to take our order, "A cup of white coffee, two sugars, thank you."

  Jiang Zhun took another sip of his coffee and said, "You love sweets that much? Do you want some desserts?"

  "Alright." I naturally went along with it.

  After dessert and coffee, it's finally time to get down to business.

  I put down my phone and looked at him with a smile: "What's on your mind?"

  "No idea for now, how about you?" Jiang Zhun's tone was very tight.

  I shook my phone: "I don't have any ideas either, but the other day my roommate showed me a Weibo story and I thought it was quite interesting."

  Jiang picked up the phone, read through the ghost story silently, and snorted: "This story is purely nonsense. Not to mention the little girl's vengeful spirit identity, just talking about those two Taoist priests' skills, it's all fake. Is driving out ghosts that easy?"

  "Anyway, at least we can start investigating from this aspect. What was the route of Line 5 before it became a subway?" I said with a smile.

  Jiang Zhen snapped his fingers, then turned the laptop around and gestured for me to browse the page. I looked at the computer screen in confusion and couldn't help but let out a "wow".

  It turned out to be an internal government website.

  "You're...!" I couldn't help but cover my mouth, afraid that a shout would attract the attention of the crowd. "You hacked into the government network?"

  Jiang Zhuo took off the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose and immediately stretched out his hand: "Reintroduce myself, Jiang Zhuo, a second-year graduate student in computer science. I don't dare say the whole world, but basically no one in China's virtual network can stop me."

  I trembled as I stretched out my hand and shook hands with him: "Do I still need to introduce myself? You wouldn't have already gotten hold of my first-hand file, would you?"

  "Hmph..." Jiang Zhen chuckled, "Little sister, I'm not that perverted."

  "That's good, that's good." I put my heart at ease. "My name is Shu Ling, a first-year medical student majoring in medicine. I've been fascinated with dissection and corpses since I was young."

  Jiang Zhun: "......"