Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Jingshu was surrounded by a warm, golden light of merit. To the ghost, this light was both warm and intimidating. Combined with the Xuanmen aura that Shen Jingshu possessed from birth, it made her instinctively feel fear.

Ding Jiahui's voice was light and airy, filled with endless confusion and astonishment, and a hint of disbelief at death: "Little sister, are you... are you talking to me? Is there anyone else in this room besides you and me? Can you see me?"

She looked down at her transparent hands, then turned to look at her body in the freezer. Tears instantly streamed down her face, and her voice choked with sobs: "I'm already dead... Yes, I've been dead for a long time..."

Ever since her soul left her body, she has been trapped in this cold morgue, unable to move an inch no matter how much she struggles.

These days, forensic doctor Yan and his assistant often come in to perform autopsies, and He Ming has also come to ask questions a few times, but no one can see her or hear her voice. She is like a transparent shadow, watching her own body helplessly.

Ding Jiahui's soul trembled uncontrollably. Her once bright and lively eyes were now filled with terror and disbelief. Floating in mid-air, she stared intently at Shen Jingshu, her voice trembling: "You...you can really see me? You can hear me?"

"I am a sorcerer, practicing the righteous path. I can see evil spirits and identify wronged souls." Shen Jingshu stood still, her body radiating a gentle golden light. Her tone was calm and even, which dispelled most of Ding Jiahui's fear.

Ding Jiahui suddenly realized what was happening, but the next second, intense fear welled up in her eyes. She instinctively shrank back and stammered, "Master, are you here... to take me in? I haven't harmed anyone, I've never harmed anyone, please don't take me in!"

"I'm not here to take you away, but to investigate this serial murder case and seek justice for you victims." Shen Jingshu looked at the deep sorrow in her eyes and softened her tone slightly. "You just said that you didn't want to be reincarnated, but that you died unjustly?"

These words seemed to strike the deepest, most painful spot in Ding Jiahui's heart. Her soul body instantly fluctuated violently, and endless tears of blood streamed down her transparent cheeks. A faint resentment swirled around her, but it could not get close because of the golden light of merit emanating from Shen Jingshu.

She clutched her chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her voice shrill and desperate, each word dripping with grief: "Master, I died so unjustly! I'm not reconciled, I'm so not reconciled... I didn't even know that murderer. I was just walking back to my rented room after class on a rainy night when he targeted me. I remember his face and his scent until the very end... I want revenge, I want him to be brought to justice, but I'm just a remnant soul, I can't do anything, I can't leave this morgue, I can't go to the underworld to file a complaint, I can only be trapped here, watching him go unpunished."

Resentment, mixed with endless grievances, surged forth. Ding Jiahui floated in mid-air, tears wetting the cold ground, her heart filled with resentment and helplessness at her unjust death.

Shen Jingshu raised her hand and waved it lightly. A stream of clear and refreshing Xuan Qi supported Ding Jiahui, who was about to prostrate herself on the ground, and kept her floating steadily in mid-air so that her soul would not be damaged.

"No need for that, calm down first." Shen Jingshu said calmly, "Think back carefully to that night. Where were you lured into his car? What happened along the way? How clearly did you see his appearance, his figure, and other features? Tell me everything."

Ding Jiahui suppressed her grief, her soul trembled slightly, and she began to recall the terrifying memories of that night.

"That night, I had just finished filming a night scene at the school. It was raining heavily outside, with thunder rumbling, and I couldn't hail a taxi at all. I stood under the bus stop with my umbrella, pacing anxiously. Just then, a black private car slowly drove up in front of me, and the window slowly rolled down."

Her voice trembled slightly, but remained clear: "The driver was a young man, wearing a black mask and a baseball cap, revealing only his narrow eyes. Even so, I could tell he was young, and... judging from his clothes and the watch peeking out from his wrist, he was definitely rich."

"I recognized the watch; it was a limited edition from a top international brand. I'd seen it in a fashion magazine before, priced at hundreds of thousands. I was slightly tempted, thinking that someone of that status couldn't be a bad person. His voice was also very pleasant, deep and warm. He immediately advised me, 'Little sister, it's raining so hard, you probably won't be able to get a taxi. Get in, I'll give you a ride.'"

"I was very wary at first; I would never dare to get into a strange man's car so late at night. But he immediately handed me a business card, smiling and saying that he was a department manager at the Lu Group and was going home on my way."

Ding Jiahui paused, her eyes filled with regret and lingering fear: "The Lu Group is a top-tier company in Beijing, a very reputable one. When I saw him hand me his business card and his attitude seemed very sincere, my guard was lowered considerably. Plus, the rain was really heavy, and I was in a hurry to get back to my rented apartment, so I gritted my teeth, said 'thank you' to him, and then opened the car door and got in."

"But I never imagined that getting on the bus would be the beginning of my journey into hell."

After getting in the car, the man struck up a conversation with me. He spoke gently and was very knowledgeable. I was surprised to find that our interests and values ​​were remarkably compatible, and we got along very well. The last trace of wariness I had was gradually dissipated during this seemingly congenial conversation, and I completely let down my guard.

Seeing that my lips were chapped, he smiled and reached into the armrest box of the car to take out an unopened bottle of mineral water. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to me, saying in a concerned yet natural tone, "Your lips are so dry, drink some water to soothe them."

I took the bottle of mineral water and carefully checked the bottle opening to make sure it was intact and unopened, which dispelled any remaining doubts. After thanking them, I began to sip the water.

But to my utter surprise, just a few minutes after drinking the water, a strong wave of dizziness struck, my head felt incredibly heavy, and everything before my eyes began to distort and blur.

My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of overwhelming fear washed over me. I instantly realized something was wrong—there was something wrong with the water!

I struggled with all my might, trying to push open the car door and escape, but all my strength seemed to have been drained away instantly. My limbs were weak and powerless; I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand. My consciousness receded rapidly like the tide, and my eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Just a second before I was completely plunged into darkness and lost consciousness, the man next to me slowly raised his hand and pulled off the black mask he had been wearing.

I used the last of my strength to squint and make out his face—it was an extremely ordinary, unrecognizable face. If you threw him into a crowd, he would be the most inconspicuous passerby, unremarkable, and easily forgotten after just one glance.

Then, I completely lost consciousness and fell into boundless darkness.