Chapter 103: Your Existence, My Deep Blood Debt (1) “Big Sister…
Before the mermaids gave the results, the Ghost Academy received a new mission.
Two days later, in the evening, Lucifer invited the six members of the Porcelain Country team into his office. Si Ling walked in first. Upon entering, he saw his old acquaintance Xie Bian and immediately guessed, "A cross-cultural cooperation mission?"
"Ah, strictly speaking, not really." Lucifer answered while making a "please" gesture, and several people found a place to sit.
Lucifer said, "Since Mr. Bai Wuchang, on behalf of the Fengdu Underworld, has strongly stated that this is your internal matter, theoretically no Western ghosts will participate in this mission unless you actively request it."
This statement caused two reactions simultaneously. Azhu, Baima, Liqi, and Zhu Mengwei, who had never met Xie Bian before, all looked at him in shock. Liqi exclaimed in astonishment, "Are you Bai Wuchang?!"
Xie Bian was unequivocal. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a refined, refined figure in a white suit into a classic look with a wry smile and a long tongue hanging out. Li Qi replied, "...I'm not questioning you. Change back, thank you."
The next second, he turned into a gentleman again.
Si Ling calmly raised the question: "Since only the Porcelain Nation's ghosts are allowed to participate, there are so many people available in Fengdu, why come to us?"
Xie Bian sneered, "The target is Chinese, and the nature of the case is very delicate—her mother is a corrupt official, has been arrested, and she has fled abroad with the money."
Ah Zhui was surprised to hear this: "Is Fengdu's jurisdiction so wide? Are all the corrupt officials in the human world under your jurisdiction?!"
"It's not just a simple case of corruption." Xie Bian raised his hand and created an illusion in the center of the office to show them relevant information.
...But in fact, he had just shown the target person's passport scan, and the six people present, except Hyun Chi, understood it immediately.
The woman in the passport photo wasn't particularly attractive, but she possessed a confident air nurtured by a privileged life. Basic information indicated she was born in 1983 and was currently 42 years old, but her affluent lifestyle made her appear much younger than her actual age.
The reason why everyone understood it immediately after seeing the photo is because she is really famous in the world.
WANQING TU, whose Chinese name is Tu Wanqing, is a female singer.
More than a decade ago, she became an instant hit in China with the song "My Voice". Overnight, "My Voice" was sung all over the country, especially in some literary and artistic and petty-bourgeois cafes and bars. This song was once a must-have BGM.
At the time, Tu Wanqing had countless fans and a bright future. But in 2016, her mother was imprisoned for corruption, and a series of criminal facts were exposed to the public.
The public soon learned that her mother was not simply "corrupt", but was frantically exploiting public property by abusing her position.
At that rare and special moment in time, she abused her power to embezzle hundreds of millions of yuan, a considerable portion of which was resettlement funds for workers who lost their jobs due to institutional reforms.
So during those severe winters, in the coldest places in China, many people could not even afford the heating bills, and their families were broken up and they died of hunger and cold.
Everyone in the human world and beyond knew about this incident. As for Tu Wanqing herself, she was still a child when her mother committed the crime, and theoretically seemed to have nothing to do with these crimes. However, it was precisely because of the existence of this embezzled money that she was able to study art abroad at a young age, and later achieved fame.
In Porcelain culture, the saying "misfortune should not extend to children" is generally accepted, but the prerequisite is "benefit should not extend to children", so Tu Wanqing's criticism is inevitable. However, if it is only this level, it is far from enough to require Fengdu to intervene.
After her mother was imprisoned, the public is well aware that the Porcelain State spared her the death penalty by wanting her to hand over the stolen money. Tu Wanqing, however, fled abroad with the money, preferring to see her mother in jail rather than hand over the stolen money.
In other words, the mother sacrificed her own freedom to profit for her offspring, while the daughter lived a life of luxury and debauchery with the huge sum of money stained with human blood.
As long as they are shameless enough, this seems to be a perfect bug.
But as the saying goes, "There is a god above your head", this evil mother and daughter were obviously too skeptical, so they never thought that in the underworld that they could not see, ghosts had already been talking about them.
For over twenty years, those who died directly and indirectly as a result of this massive corruption case have been filing complaints in the underworld. The sheer volume of these complaints was so overwhelming that the judges were previously unable to keep up. However, in recent years, the underworld has implemented automated management. When the number of complaints against a single individual reaches a certain threshold, a public outrage alarm is triggered, and the case is then handed over to Yama, the King of Hell, who personally decides.
Tu Wanqing's case was handed over to Yama three days ago. It's said that Yama spent an entire night reviewing the lawsuits, which spanned over twenty years, and has now arranged for the Ox-Head and Horse-Face to return to the human world to retrieve her mother's soul. The Eighteen Levels of Hell will be her final destination.
As for Tu Wanqing, she is now far away in Maple Leaf Country, which makes things a bit troublesome, but luckily there is Si Ling, the "exchange student", here, and this is a legal cooperation project between the two major civilizations!
As for Xie Bian's insistence on handing this task entirely to Chinese ghosts, it was also because the existence of these mother and daughter was very delicate. There were objective reasons why a massive corruption case that indirectly caused the deaths of countless ordinary people could not be perfectly concluded in the human world. So, in the underworld, would they still need to seek help from foreign ghosts? China could not afford to lose this person!
Si Ling didn't want to read the information any further and immediately said, "I'll take this task. I just have one small question."
Xie Bian said, "You say."
Si Ling cast a spell to turn back the page of information that Xie Bian had just turned over. On it was a photo of two people taken on Christmas. On the left was Tu Wanqing wearing a Santa hat, and on the right was a standard white face.
Si Ling remembered that this man was called George, a politician from the Maple Leaf Country. It was said that his smooth career was inseparable from the support of the stolen money.
So... although theoretically it is not legal for her to hold this person accountable, she has already come here, right?
Si Ling asked: "Can I kill this man?"
"..." Xie Bian laughed dryly, "They broke up a long time ago."
Si Ling pretended not to hear and asked again, "Can I kill this guy?"
Xie Bian did not answer and looked at Lucifer silently. Lucifer thought about it, cast a spell to flip through the information, and found George's basic information.
His eyes fell on George's birth year: 1965.
"Well," Lucifer muttered to himself, "It's normal for a 60-year-old to die from an emergency such as a heart attack. Satan will accept this explanation."
Si Ling was satisfied, stood up with a smile, and called his companions: "Let's go, let's make a plan and then make a quick decision."
"Professor Mammon will still provide you with props." Lucifer said hurriedly.
Si Ling originally wanted to say that he had no use for it, but when he thought about the price of those props on the black market, he readily accepted it.
"Thank you for your hard work." Xie Bian also stood up and shook hands with her politely. "I'll treat everyone to dinner when I get back."
"You're welcome." Si Ling smiled, and everyone said goodbye to Xie Bian and left Lucifer's office.
The next morning, a group of six people passed through Lingbo City and arrived at Maple Leaf Country.
The information Lucifer provided had a significant advantage for them: Tu Wanqing was about to move—although it was only from one of her mansions to another. This was a good thing for them, as moving is one of the most common openings for horror stories. This meant that if an accident occurred at this time, Tu Wanqing would be more likely to imagine it as a supernatural event, which would effectively increase the horror effect and provide them with an objective advantage.
When they arrived at Tu Wanqing's new home, the move was already underway, but Tu Wanqing herself was not present. Only a few assistants were directing the movers in and out.
Six ghosts drifted into this mansion in the city center without anyone noticing. Although many furnishings were still in boxes and had not been arranged, it was not difficult to determine the purpose of each room.
Si Ling sat down directly on the carpet in the living room, fine-tuned the original plan according to the layout, highlighted the parts that each person needed to complete, and finally cast a spell to transform himself into a human form, and went to human supermarkets and Chinatown grocery stores to purchase some necessities.
The next evening, Tu Wanqing moved into her new home. Everything was already arranged, even the most inconspicuous corners were spotlessly clean. She only took a small suitcase with her personal belongings.
After entering the house, she simply packed the things in the suitcase, then walked into the master bedroom on the third floor, took clean pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When she was blow-drying her hair, the knocking sounds came through the sound of the hair dryer and hit Tu Wanqing's ears.
This sound is familiar to many Chinese people. Tu Wanqing immediately recalled the sound of glass marbles jumping across the floor when she played with them as a child.
But she immediately rejected the idea because such a thing could not exist in her home.
In fact, those were really glass marbles. Si Ling bought them in Chinatown. It was a bit troublesome to find this kind of "nostalgic toy" abroad in 2025.
The knocking sound continued. Tu Wanqing was sure that she was not hallucinating, so she turned off the hair dryer, opened the bathroom door and looked outside.
…The moment the master bedroom scene came into view, she actually saw a glass marble jumping up in the warm yellow light of the floor lamp, but in the blink of an eye, the marble disappeared before it even landed.
Because Si Ling covered her eyes and Bai Ma covered her ears.
Ghosts cover the eyes and ears, blocking out specific objects and sounds.
Is it an illusion?
Tu Wanqing frowned. Like the protagonists in many horror stories who had just encountered supernatural events, she did not think much about it, but subconsciously doubted herself.
She went back to the bathroom to continue blow-drying her hair, and Bai Ma and A Zhui also left quietly.
A few minutes later, just as Tu Wanqing stepped out of the bathroom, the piano keys on the first floor were played.
Dodo-swoosh-swoosh--
Amidst the ethereal music, Li Qi, who was floating behind Bai Ma, couldn't help but complain: "Big sister, we're on a killing mission! What are you doing? Twinkle, twinkle little star, right?!"
"What are you doing?!" Bai Ma turned to look at her. "I gave up piano lessons after only six months when I was four. It's already very difficult for me to even remember 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'!"
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