sha in the typology of shapes.I walked to the balcony and estimated the height of the two buildings opposite me. The total height of the two buildings was about one hundred and thirty meters. Accordin...Newspapers, phone headlines, and local social circles were all flooded with talk about last night's events.

Beauty, luxury cars, late-night highway car accidents, tragic death.

These words are eye-catching, and countless locals are discussing this.

I haven't slept for half the night. This morning, Jiang Qiyun went straight to the Heavenly Emperor's Palace after dawn, while Bai Wu Chang was busy chasing criminals and had no one to "act as his deputy."

When dawn broke, it was Song Wei who drove me back. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her. This job never stopped, and she often ran the line alone, which was too dangerous.

"You don't need to persuade me, my dream of being a reporter is long gone. I'm already taking exams for other government positions. Television stations may look glamorous on the surface, but in reality... Well, I don't want to do it anymore." Song Wei rubbed her temples.

She is actually a reflection of many ordinary people. After graduation, she diligently searched for a job, tried to pursue her dreams, and then once again sought out a more suitable position.

"...seeing you like this, I feel sorry for you. Maybe getting married would be good" I tried to inquire about her love life.

Song Wei waved her hand and said, "Ever since the last incident at Lao Shi's house, I've been a little disheartened. I feel that love and marriage are not as they seem. He's rarely around, and we don't get along at home. I don't think it's necessary to force things... Besides, I haven't even seen him yet."

I was anxious. How could I possibly wake Lin Yanhuan up If Lin Yanhuan woke up, the bodyguard would naturally lift the surveillance.

"This isn't your concern, Xiao Qiao. Didn't you say these things are profound and mysterious, that they will be revealed when the time is right Rushing it won't help even if you hit your head against a wall." Song Wei smiled faintly.

I saw that she was a bit tired, but she was still preparing to go to work immediately. I hurriedly persuaded her, "Could you rest for a while Come to my place for breakfast and take a nap"

Song Wei pursed her lips: “I’d love to, but my boss would kill me. A scoop like this needs to be organized immediately.”

So I could only stand at the doorway of the shop that hadn't opened yet, watching her drive away in a hurry.

After breakfast, I relaxed and scrolled through the various bits of gossip on my phone — I only pay attention to our class group chat. We're journalism majors, and even after graduation, our class group is a hotbed of gossip. There are all kinds of screenshots, comments, and private messages flying around.

Some say it was a love-killing, some say it was suicide. There are speculations about drunk driving and drug driving. Some say the body has been sent to the forensic doctor and that the internal organs couldn't be pieced back together. Others say even the funeral home workers who sew up bodies were terrified and didn't dare take the job.

There are also comments saying that she deserved it, that you reap what you sow. Which good woman would be speeding on the highway in the middle of the night

While I was quietly scrolling through the comments in the group, wrapped in a blanket.

Suddenly, I heard Old Chen's voice: "Hey, why are you here again"

I looked up and saw Chang Jing in high heels, a professional smile on her face. Even with thick makeup, I could see the faint dark circles under her eyes.

"Mu Tong..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "Thank you so much, the talisman you gave me really worked!"

"Huh" I was taken aback.

She retracted her smile, lowering her voice to say: “I heard talismans are for warding off disasters and eviling people. You gave me one yesterday, and that night Zhong Lanlan had an accident. Serves her right!”

I frowned. "The talisman I gave you was only to ward off evil spirits. It wouldn't protect you from misfortunes or drive away ill-wishers."

She was stunned: "Isn't that so Shortly after you left yesterday, my boyfriend came crying and apologized, saying he would never argue with me again... He only got together with Zhong Lanlan out of spite, just to anger me... He resented me for having relationships with other people, so he retaliated like this..."

I don't quite understand, why would you hurt each other like this and still stay together Wouldn't it be better if you just went your separate ways and didn't worry about each other's karmic burdens Why insist on clinging to each other

Chang Jing pursed her lips and gave a neurotic smile: "Mu classmate, you definitely can't understand... sometimes it's just about breathing, and... and our industry relies on youth... His family is well-off, and he knows about my past, and he still persists... I shouldn't hold onto it too much either. I don't even have the right to complain, do you"

"Let me make some money and climb the career ladder these next few years. When that rich guy gets tired of playing around, I'll take my share and live my own simple life. Then... if my boyfriend still accepts me, wouldn't that be great" she muttered to herself.

"What kind of concept is this..." I frowned and said, "You guys don't cultivate, perhaps you don't know how terrifying the karmic retribution can be. I won't get involved in your affairs anymore. I'll send a message to Teacher Xiaowang over there. Take care of yourself."

Chang Jing was stunned for a moment: "No... I said please help me look at home, but yesterday because my boyfriend and I had a fight, I wasn't able to let you see it… Today I came over again to ask you, are you angry Sorry, letting you see such an embarrassing thing..."

I shook my head. "It's not that I'm angry, it's just that I'm not knowledgeable enough. You should find someone more qualified."

Changjing was very surprised. She quickly said, "Mu classmate, you've already helped me with half of it, how come you suddenly say you won't continue... I, I don't know where to find someone else... You can't just give up on me..."

Chen Lao heard our conversation and hurried over to stop Chang Jing, saying: "Hey hey, my young mistress said she wouldn't take the commission. What are you yelling about here Show some respect, okay A good girl shouldn't air her dirty laundry everywhere. Have some shame. Come on, I'll send you out to bask in the sun and get rid of your bad luck."

Chang Jing heard Old Chen chasing people away, so she hurriedly tugged at Old Chen's arm and said, "I didn't yell... I just wanted to ask classmate Mu to be kind enough to help me take a look at the house—"

I'm not unwilling to help, but Bai Wu Chang and Jiang Qi Yun both said I shouldn't get involved. I can ignore other people's words, but theirs, I dare not disobey.

A sudden ring from her phone broke Chang Jing's reverie. She picked up the phone, which was ringing from inside her handbag. After quickly tidying her makeup and composing herself, she answered with a seductive yet dignified air.

I don't know what was said on the phone, but her face got worse and worse. In the end, she hurriedly hung up and apologized to me: "Mu classmate, my boyfriend asked me out to talk about Zhong Lanlan. I... I have to go for a while, I don't know what he wants to say to me..."

In this tangled mess of relationships, there are certainly secrets being held between each other, but all I can think about right now is the ghost in the elevator shaft.

She must have possessed Zhong Lanlan, being entangled in this love triangle and then waltzing away unscathed, even causing the Seventh Master to personally hunt her down...

This female ghost has been to the Demon Realm and escaped from it.

Could she also be a pawn of some demon lord

The more rampant human anger and hostility become, the more favorable it is for demons to appear.

I was a bit lost in thought, but my phone kept buzzing with various speculations about Zhong Lanlan's cause of death and gossip about her life.

Song Wei also spoke up in the group, angrily rebuking her classmates for spreading rumors everywhere. She, a front-line intern reporter who didn't eat or drink and ran around with exhaustion, was sent by her superiors to gather information and conduct interviews.

Some students chuckled and said who asked Song Wei not to cling to a rich second generation, mentioning Zhong Lanlan and Chang Jing, the two women were both vying for a rich second generation.

This rich second generation is Chang Jing's boyfriend. Last night, I saw him at the scene of a car accident where someone died. He was sneaking around looking for something.

With a screech of brakes, a taxi pulled up on the road beside the pedestrian street.

Mr. Chen glanced at the busy person welcoming him outside, and my brother yawned, carrying his backpack and walked in.

"...Hmm Little Qiao, why are you looking so worried"dinary people."Down below, Mu Yunliang's mother excitedly exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief: “He must have called up his soul, right! I’m going to take a look!”The basement door creaked op...