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After speaking, she sighed softly, her complexion softening slightly, revealing a rosy blush.

Mo Han did not answer, his face turning cold and pale.

Zheng Qi, who was standing to the side looking somewhat calm, felt uneasy and asked anxiously:

"Senior brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mo Han waved his hand and slowly uttered a few words:

"Chen Gang can't be reincarnated; his soul has been controlled by a vengeful spirit!"

"ah?"

Zheng Qi was taken aback upon hearing this, and the color that had just returned to his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Outside the window, the moon was still as bright and clear as ever; inside the room, the moonlight was still as soft and bright as ever.

Because I was busy summoning Chen Gang's spirit for the first half of the night, I spent the second half chatting with my senior brother Mo Han all night long.

At this moment, Zheng Qi felt dizzy and sleepy, and waves of drowsiness rushed over him. But no matter what, he tried his best to stay upright and sat at his desk like a gentleman.

Zheng Qi's eyes, which had been staring at the computer screen, were already aching and sore. He didn't even know what he was looking at; he tried to clear his head, but his mind was a jumbled mess. Finally, he looked away from the screen and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose around his eyes, but the effect wasn't significant; his eyes still hurt terribly. His mouth was incredibly dry, his tongue swirling inside his mouth. After a while, Zheng Qi tilted his head slightly to the side of the computer, lowered his head, and squinted his sleepy eyes, secretly observing Luo Min through his dark eyelashes.

"Her skin is like ice and snow, her grace like that of a virgin!" Zheng Qi exclaimed inwardly as he looked Luo Min up and down. "She is truly an absolute beauty!"

Across from me, Luo Min remained the same icy and aloof figure I'd seen a few days before. Her delicate brows furrowed in a cold expression, her lips pressed tightly together, her face flushed as she intently studied her manuscript, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Occasionally, she would raise her slender fingers and lightly strum the keyboard, the sound of her keys possessing a unique charm, even more captivating than the pipa music played by the Xunyang River: "The large strings roar like a sudden rainstorm, the small strings whisper like a private conversation. The sounds mingle and intertwine, like pearls falling onto a jade plate."

Thinking of this, Zheng Qi withdrew his gaze and looked around. He saw everyone carefully going about their tasks. The shadow of yesterday's news about a sudden death still seemed to hang heavily over everyone's hearts. Coupled with Luo Min's presence today, the atmosphere in the office was particularly oppressive and uneasy.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Qi sighed softly, his thoughts returning to his conversation with Mo Han the previous night.

"Senior brother, do you mean Chen Gang didn't reincarnate, but was controlled by a vengeful spirit? But why would this vengeful spirit do this? Could it be that the vengeful spirit's vessel is really Luo Min?"

Zheng Qi, without taking a break, dragged his tired body and asked in one breath. The last sentence seemed to be a question to himself, with a hint of hesitation and doubt in his tone.

“Wraiths are born from the condensation of resentment. If Chen Gang is reincarnated, his resentment will decrease. Relatively speaking, the vengeful spirit’s power will also decrease. Therefore, the vengeful spirit controls the souls of those who died with resentment, preventing them from being reincarnated, thereby solidifying its own resentment and increasing its own power.”

Mo Han paused here, raised his eyes, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and continued with a hint of sorrow on his lips:

"As for why that vengeful spirit did that, I don't know. Vengeful spirits usually reside in a human body. Generally speaking, we can see through the naked eye those vengeful spirits with our own power, but if their power is profound..."

Mo Han suddenly stopped talking at this point, her lips twitching slightly.

"Then what?"

Zheng Qi pressed him for an answer.

"So, as you said, there are two possibilities for Luo Min. One is that she is not possessed by a vengeful spirit and is an unaware, normal person. The other is that she is the vessel for that vengeful spirit, and her magical power is unfathomable!"

Mo Han replied with a worried expression.

Finally, Mo Han turned around, smiled jokingly at Zheng Qi, and said something...

"Don't let yourself be blinded by beauty!"

"Roses are beautiful, but they have thorns and prick you. Poisonous roses are not only beautiful and have thorns and prick you, but more importantly, they are also poisonous."

Upon hearing his senior's words, which were meant to serve as a warning, Zheng Qi suddenly recalled Meng Ping's words.

Seeing Zheng Qi suddenly lower his head and remain silent, staring blankly at the bowl of water on the table, Mo Han assumed he was troubled by Zheng Qi's last words and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Don't overthink it. Until it's confirmed, anything is possible!"

Zheng Qi understood Mo Han's meaning and smiled at Mo Han.

"I know what to do, don't worry! But I'm thinking about something else now!"

I know what you're thinking right now!

Mo Han's eyes immediately lit up, and she winked at Zheng Qi slyly.

"Heh, as expected of my senior brother. Alright, then guess what I'm thinking right now?"

Zheng Qi followed his lead and continued.

"Are you wondering if those two people who suddenly died last night also died because of that vengeful spirit? Were their souls also controlled by that vengeful spirit?"

A hint of a smile flashed across Zheng Qi's tired eyes as he gently punched Mo Han.

Mo Han walked to the sofa, lay down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. His gaze followed the rising smoke upwards, and after a moment of contemplation, he looked up at the ceiling and said:

"How about this, let's start by talking about how you see this matter?"

Zheng Qi waved away the billowing smoke in front of him and slowly recounted the various discussions and reactions from the crowd regarding the sudden death case yesterday.

Finally, Zheng Qi said:

"According to Sister Zheng, there have indeed been several deaths at this newspaper office. And judging from their expressions, they are all extremely afraid of being implicated in last night's sudden death case."

As he spoke, Zheng Qi's mind flashed back to the office after Sister Zheng said, "Their deaths have nothing to do with us. Besides, those who died this time weren't from our area." The image of everyone staring at Luo Min's pale, panicked face, a mixture of fear and unease, flashed through their minds.

Mo Han looked at him with a questioning gaze and said.

Zheng Qi ignored him and continued speaking to himself.

"Moreover, judging from the expressions on their faces, which revealed their inner fear and terror, it was certain that 'all' the deaths in the newspaper office were related to Luo Min."

Zheng Qi deliberately emphasized the word "all" in his speech, and Mo Han noticed it.

"So do you think that the deaths of those two people last night were also related to Luo Min?"

Mo Han slowly exhaled a smoke ring and asked, the smoke drifting slowly above his head.

"First, our office was burglarized last night, and the two people who died suddenly were, as the police suspected, thieves, because they were carrying some burglary tools. Second, Sister Zheng lost several euros, and the two who died suddenly happened to have several euros, possibly stolen, hidden in their pockets. Third..."

Zheng Qi didn't continue, a look of confusion on his face.

Mo Han, who was paying close attention, noticed this and asked:

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"I'm thinking about someone!"

"Who is it? What did they say?"

"'Why is it the same trash cans at the entrance of Lion Lane again? The same ones as before...' This is what my colleague Chen Qing from the newspaper said. I think there's more to this than meets the eye."

"kindness!"

Mo Han pondered for a moment and nodded.

"You could speculate that the bodies from those previous deaths at your newspaper office were probably all found near the trash cans at the entrance of Lion Lane. Oh, by the way, do you think we could find any clues there?"

Mo Han suddenly sprang to his feet and excitedly suggested to Zheng Qi.

"Yes, I think it should be possible."

Zheng Qi gave a vague reply.