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

When I regained my senses, my soul floated lightly in mid-air, and what came into view was the cold dissection room.

The forensic doctor, wearing a white coat, was carefully stitching my severed head and body back together.

It was only then that I belatedly realized—my head and my body had been brutally severed!

I lunged at my own body like a madman, trying to return to it, but my soul passed straight through the cold corpse, and no matter how I tried, it was all in vain.

Trapped beside this cold body, I listened to the conversation of the police officers who came to investigate, and only then did I learn my fate: my body was discarded in a remote abandoned ditch on the outskirts of the city, while my head was thrown into the bustling South City vegetable market, where it was discovered by passersby who got up early to buy vegetables, instantly causing a huge uproar.

And so I became a lonely soul, trapped in this cold morgue, watching my own miserable state with my own eyes, yet I didn't even have the strength to take revenge.

Shen Jingshu lightly twirled her fingers, listening intently, and continued to press for key clues: "When he handed you his business card, can you still remember clearly which department of the Lu Group he claimed to be the manager of? Also, you just said he had an ordinary appearance, so what are his specific features like? His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth—are there any unique features that are not commonly seen in others?"

Ding Jiahui pondered deeply, her soul trembling slightly in the cold wind, as if trying to forcibly pluck the memory of that night from the chaos.

"Business card... I remember he said he was a manager at the Lu Group," she said, trying to recall, her tone uncertain. "I didn't pay much attention to the specific department name at the time. It just flashed through my mind, something like... Supply Chain or Resources Department, but I can't quite remember."

She frowned her delicate brows, a ripple of emotion spreading through her soul as she tried to piece together the blurry face: "As for his appearance, he was indeed quite ordinary; you'd be thrown into a crowd and no one would give him a second glance. But thinking back carefully, there are still a few things that are different..."

"He has a very faint mole on the left side of his chin, which is almost invisible unless you look closely. Also, his left earlobe is slightly larger than his right ear, but you can't notice it unless you look closely. In addition, although he was wearing a mask, I could vaguely see a faint scar at the corner of his eye, which was covered by the shadow of his hat brim and would really be missed if you didn't look carefully."

Ding Jiahui spoke in more detail, her voice becoming increasingly certain: "Overall, he had an ordinary face, was about 1.8 meters tall, and was rather thin. He wore a dark suit, not flashy, but made of very good material. When he spoke, he had a habit of rubbing his wrist with the ring finger of his left hand, the hand on which he wore a watch."

"Most importantly," her voice suddenly trembled with a sob, "he had a... very faint sandalwood scent, not the cheap kind of perfume, but like the scent of high-quality wood, mixed with a hint of rainwater coolness."

These details, like scattered rays of light, finally pierced the fog of that night.

Shen Jingshu obtained all the key clues from Ding Jiahui, then looked up at her and asked, "Are you going to reincarnate in the underworld now, or...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ding Jiahui's soul began to shake violently, her voice filled with obsession: "Master, I must see the police catch that murderer with my own eyes, otherwise I will not die in peace! I have no grudge against him, I don't even know him, I want to know why he specifically wanted to kill me!"

"Alright, then you can stay with me for now. Once the real culprit is caught, I'll send you to reincarnation."

After Shen Jingshu finished speaking, she raised her hand and took out a small, translucent jade bottle from her personal space.

"You should go inside the bottle to take refuge for now."

"it is good."

Shen Jingshu made a hand seal with her fingertips and chanted a spell. Ding Jiahui's soul turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly entered the bottle through the mouth of the bottle.

She capped the jade bottle, put it back into her spatial storage, then turned and pushed open the door to the morgue before walking out.

Seeing her emerge calmly, He Ming, who was waiting outside the door, grew even more curious, yet also somewhat apprehensive: "Miss Shen, did you... did you find any clues?"

Shen Jingshu nodded gently: "We have a lead. Let's go see Captain Chen and your bureau chief."

"Okay!" He Ming immediately perked up and quickly led the way.

Once everyone in the task force had arrived, Shen Jingshu didn't hesitate at all. She recounted all the clues she had obtained from Ding Jiahui's spirit, word for word, clearly and in detail: the murderer was suspected to be a manager of a relevant department of the Lu Group, with a thin build, ordinary appearance, a light mole on his left chin, a shallow scar at the corner of his eye, a slightly large left earlobe, a habit of rubbing his wrist with his left hand, carrying a cold sandalwood fragrance, driving a black private car, and accurately stating the murderer's name—Qin Chuan.

Everyone present listened intently, and Chen Wei paused, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

These clues were so detailed and specific, from identity and appearance to subtle habits, that everything was clear, as if Shen Jingshu had witnessed the entire murder and even had close contact with the murderer. This was information that could not be obtained through ordinary investigation.

The impatient Fang Hai was the first to lose his temper. He abruptly stood up, stared directly at Shen Jingshu, and said in a tone full of skepticism, "Miss Shen, where did you get these clues? The murderer belongs to the Lu Group, and you even know his moles, scars, and mannerisms. You've described him in such detail; it's simply illogical!"

The other officers also looked at Shen Jingshu, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion, waiting for her to give an explanation.

Shen Jingshu remained calm and composed as she spoke, "Ding Jiahui told me."

"Ding Jiahui?" Fang Hai was taken aback at first, then immediately retorted, "That's the fourth victim! She's already dead! How could a dead person speak and tell you these clues?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hai seemed to suddenly realize something. He froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. His gaze towards Shen Jingshu changed instantly, and his tone became fearful: "You...you wouldn't be able to...see those things, would you?"

Shen Jingshu nodded frankly, without any concealment: "After a person dies, although the physical body is destroyed, the soul with deep attachments will not immediately go to the underworld for reincarnation, but will remain in the human world as a wandering spirit. In these four murder cases, the souls of the first three victims have already been reincarnated, but Ding Jiahui's injustice remains unaddressed, and her soul has been trapped in the police station morgue."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Wei, Fang Hai, He Ming, and the others stared at Shen Jingshu in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock, disbelief, and even a hint of barely perceptible fear, as if they were looking at something beyond their comprehension.

He Ming's face paled slightly, and he stammered, his voice trembling, "Miss Shen, you mean... you really saw Ding Jiahui's ghost in the morgue just now? These clues, they were all told to you by the ghost?"

Shen Jingshu replied calmly, "Yes. I have given you all the clues. How to verify them and how to arrest them is up to the police."

Li Hanting was the first to recover. He already knew Shen Jingshu possessed mystical arts, and although he was surprised, he quickly calmed down and immediately made arrangements: "Jingshu, thank you for your hard work. Now that we have a clear lead, Captain Chen, you immediately lead a team to the Lu Group to check if there is an employee named Qin Chuan. Once confirmed, bring him back to the police station for questioning! Once he's at the station, we won't have trouble finding out the truth!"

"Yes, Director Li!" Chen Wei suppressed the shock in his heart and immediately stood up to accept the order.

Fang Hai and He Ming also composed themselves and quickly followed Captain Chen out to carry out the mission.

After everyone left, only Shen Jingshu and Li Hanting remained in the conference room. The two then moved to Li Hanting's office.

After closing the office door, Li Hanting looked at Shen Jingshu. A hint of emotion finally appeared on his usually calm and cold face. He hesitated before asking, "Jingshu, you...you can really see ghosts?"