After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 68 Female Ghost in Red
The red-clothed female ghost hadn't spoken to a living person for a long time. Seeing Song Miaozhu staring at the ground, she couldn't wait to say:
"Did you figure it out? This is my tomb down there! My body is inside! The cement coffin is incredibly airtight, so there's no need for snakes, insects, rats, or ants to worry about."

"Was it suicide or homicide?" Song Miaozhu asked.

She didn't even hide her dead face; it was obvious she was murdered. If she hadn't been so cheerful, she wouldn't have dared to think it might be suicide.

"How could it be suicide!" The red-clothed female ghost finally looked a little angry: "At such an age, who would want to commit suicide for no reason? Humph!"

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

The red-clothed female ghost was not happy: "Hey, hey, hey, how many of you are here? You are not going to arrest me! I'm telling you, I'm here legally and haven't hurt anyone. If someone strays in, I even use my own money to help them leave through dreams. If you arrest me, you'll be losing your virtue, don't you know?"

"Don't worry, we won't arrest you!" Song Miaozhu said, and then she winked at Zhao Mumu, who had a solemn face, and she immediately opened the door.

There were five strong men outside the door, one was a black-haired old man who looked very good at catching ghosts, and a young dormitory manager who helped lead the way.

Apart from the dormitory manager, who else looks easy to mess with?

The Scarlet Witch looked deceived: "You still say you are not here to arrest me?"

He dived into the ground in a flash and was running around in the tomb in a panic.

"Brother! You're finally here!" Zhao Mumu hurriedly called them in: "This ghost is quite fierce!"

Lin Jiaojiao and Xu Xiaodan nodded repeatedly.

From the perspective of the three of them, the conversation between Song Miaozhu and the ghost was not friendly.

The red-clothed female ghost emerged from the ground and emphasized, "I'm not evil! I just died a tragic death!"

When Mr. Zhao saw a pitch-black head suddenly appear on the ground, he took a step back in fright.

Everyone's expressions became more serious.

The dormitory manager quickly pulled Lin Jiaojiao and Xu Xiaodan out: "You two go back first, it's too dangerous to stay here."

Zhao Huoyan looked at Song Miaozhu inquiringly: "These two are from the city's criminal police team, this one is a police officer stationed on campus, and this one is the director of the Academic Affairs Office of Lingcheng University. Who is this ghost? Can it be subdued?"

These four people seemed to have been informed long ago. They were looking into the dormitory curiously, but also looked ready to cooperate with the work.

Even the dorm manager took the initiative to ask, "Is the danger high? The students on the first floor have already been evacuated. Do you want me to evacuate the entire building?"

Song Miaozhu: “…”

I have to admit that he had such a short time yesterday, and he went to Lingcheng at night and contacted the criminal police and the school to cooperate at any time.

But: "It's not dangerous! This ghost is not very aggressive."

"Yes, yes, yes! It's just that the way she appeared was a little scary. I was scared when I saw it suddenly."

Mr. Zhao also said: "She herself said she is not fierce!"

The red-clothed female ghost snorted, "Who would waste their ghost energy on makeup at home? Who can look good in death after being killed?"

Mr. Zhao was speechless for a while, and then relayed the words of the female ghost in red to others.

Everyone was silent for a while.

It doesn't really sound like an aggressive ghost!

Zhao Mumu then realized that he had made a mistake and smiled embarrassedly.

"What's your name? How did you die? Who is the murderer? Has the case been closed? The police are here, just tell us if you have any grievances! And we will ask someone to get your body out and bury it." Song Miaozhu said.

"No, no, no! I don't want you to bury me! I live here without the wind or the rain, no one disturbs me, and I can occasionally listen to the gossip from the dorm next door. I don't want to move!
Don't think I don't know that cemeteries are all the rage these days. They require renewal after twenty years, but I don't have any family to renew my lease. Wouldn't I then be a wandering ghost without a grave?"

The red-clothed female ghost repeatedly refused: "Catch the murderer if you want. If you don't, he will die in vain! The underworld will give me justice! The punishment in hell is much more unbearable than imprisonment in the world of the living."

Song Miaozhu: “…”

Although this result was somewhat expected when she saw the Qingming paper flowers produced by the underworld in the dormitory with her divine eyes.

If the ghost's tomb is regarded as their home, then this house has two doors, the front door leads to the cemetery in the world of the living, and the back door leads to the Fengdu Ghost City.

The ghost girl's body was in the basement of the dormitory, which was equivalent to the doorstep of her home.

Arranging flowers in front of the door during the Qingming Festival is a custom that exists in both the Yin and Yang worlds.

The female ghost is really happy staying here.

No one else could hear the ghost girl's words, so Mr. Zhao relayed them.

"What is a Yin house?" Zhao Huoyan was quite curious about ghosts.

The detectives were more concerned about the murder: "Has there really been a murder here? Is the body here too?"

The school representative was more confused: "There's really no case of students going missing in this dormitory in the central area. Could it be someone from outside the school?"

Song Miaozhu looked at the female ghost in red and said, "First, tell me about your identity and what happened when you were killed! We can talk about the burial of your body later. Don't worry, I will definitely not leave you without a grave!"

The red-robed female ghost then said:
"I was a student ten years ago, my name was E Hongjuan. I was a senior at the time and lived in this dormitory.

I want to save some rent, so I plan to wait until the deadline before moving out of the dormitory.

So the other students moved out one after another, and I was the only one who stayed in the dormitory, writing the manuscript that I was going to submit to the magazine.

Although I am poor, I am still quite pretty.

Then, I was targeted by the husband of the dormitory manager at that time. I don’t know his name, but the dormitory manager at that time should be surnamed Yan.

He knocked on the door at night, and I thought it was the dormitory manager, so I opened it.

The old guy tried to do something disgusting to me, so I picked up the thermos and smashed it on his head.

Unfortunately, I was writing the manuscript and reached the important part, so I didn't have time to get some hot water. The water bottle was empty and I couldn't confuse him.

He became furious and grabbed my neck and hit my head with the flashlight in his hand.

That flashlight was an old thing, made of iron. It hit my head and I died.

When the old man found out I was dead, he was scared to death.

My hands were shaking when I was cleaning up the scene.

At that time, the dormitory was being renovated, so the old man locked the door of Room 119 and, while the renovation was going on, hid me under the floor tiles.

Others just thought I left school.

I was an orphan and there were no mobile phones at that time, so it was inconvenient to contact people and not many people contacted me.

There were not many people living on the back floor, and it was next to the toilet, so there was a slight odor, but no one suspected anything.

I thought that unless the building collapsed, no one would know about this!"

E Hongjuan spoke of her own death in a calm and even self-deprecating manner.

The only regret seems to be that there was no boiling water in the kettle, so the murderer could not be scalded to death.

(End of this chapter)