“Sis, my brother is stuck under the overpass, I want to go take a look. Could you ask your driver to give me a ride over there?” At this time it was impossible to get a taxi to go over there. She could only ask her sister Qingrou He's driver to give her a lift.
Qingrou He was puzzled, “How could there be a traffic jam? I remember the road under the overpass is very wide!”
Xi Jian explained, “A very serious car accident happened, I guess traffic won't resume for a while.”
“Okay then, let your brother Qingchen He get out of the car. I’ll ask the driver to go over.” Qingrou He took out her phone to call the driver.
Xi Jian stopped her, “No need, sis. Just drop me off on the other side of the overpass. I might need to deal with some things. Once I'm done, traffic should resume.”
“Alright then, be careful!” Qingrou He didn't insist and asked the driver to take Xi Jian to the accident site.
The section where the accident happened was under the last stretch of the overpass, the same section Qingrou He mentioned earlier where minor accidents happened frequently. Xi Jian got out of the car, ran swiftly across the opposite lanes. (This is just for the plot, please don't imitate!)
Xi Jian tiptoed and took a look at the first vehicle involved in the accident. It was a small cement mixer truck. The front of the truck was completely gone. It was obvious the driver did not survive.
Behind it was a small black sedan. The cement drum of the mixer truck buried it. Further behind was a coach bus, probably tipped over from hard braking...
Many people stood on both sides of the road. Police blocked off the front. They couldn't get through either, just gossiping about the accident here.
After listening for a while, Xi Jian also got the gist of it. Not much different from what Qingrou He said, that this stretch of road often had minor accidents. Those who had accidents here all said they felt dizzy for no reason when they got to this stretch and crashed into the bridge pillar. But usually they were minor accidents. A fatal one like today was the first.
Xi Jian closed then opened her eyes. The scene before her changed, “Oh my god, what a grudge!”
In the distance, next to the first vehicle, the cement mixer truck, stood a man. No, to be precise, a male ghost!
The male ghost's face was livid, his eyes sunken, bloodshot. He wore worker's clothes and a safety helmet. He was surrounded by black mist, his features almost invisible!
Xi Jian's heart thumped. Not good, he's turning into an evil spirit!
She rushed towards him, pinched out a talisman and flung it past the police line.
She moved very quickly. With the dark night, no one noticed her.
The Calm Heart Talisman ignited before the male ghost. The black mist around him receded a little and turned blackish red.
The red evil aura was because he killed someone. A ghost like this would be thrown into the 18 levels of hell after death for having taken a life!
Xi Jian was anxious on this side. There were still police guarding the police line. She couldn't get through. The male ghost also seemed to be restrained, unable to come over.
The two stared at each other from afar.
Just as she was wondering what to do, a voice called from behind Xi Jian, "Xi Xi."
She looked back. It was Qingchen He, "Bro?"
Qingchen He's car was stuck not far away. He got out for some air and happened to see Xi Jian running towards the police line, so he swiftly came up behind her.
"This accident is not simple?" He asked.
Xi Jian nodded, lowered her voice, "A male ghost. His grudge is very deep. I temporarily suppressed him just now, but I can't get through now. He also seems unable to come over."
She concisely explained the situation then looked back at the male ghost again, worried.
Qingchen He frowned and made a phone call.
Soon, a man in his thirties walked out. His brows showed heroism.
Xi Jian looked between this man and Qingchen He. This man was a close relative of her brother's!
Sure enough, the next second, Qingchen He called the man, "Uncle."
"Xi Xi, call him uncle. This is my uncle Gu Jinnan." Qingchen He introduced Xi Jian to Gu Jinnan.
Gu Jinnan looked Xi Jian up and down. Qingchen He was his nephew. Of course he knew about his matters. So when he called just now saying this traffic accident was not simple, and he happened to be here, Gu Jinnan immediately rushed over.
Xi Jian obediently called him uncle. Gu Jinnan also nodded in response, "Xi Xi, hello."
"Uncle, my nickname is Little Seven." Qingchen He added.
Gu Jinnan was surprised and looked at Qingchen He but didn't say anything. He turned to Xi Jian, "Little Seven, just now your brother told me everything. Could it be this accident was not an accident but man-made?"
Xi Jian shook her head, lowered her voice, "Not man-made, ghost."
Gu Jinnan frowned, digesting this information. After a moment, he asked Xi Jian, "So the accidents that happened here were all because of this, ghost?"
Xi Jian nodded slightly.
Gu Jinnan looked troubled. Not that he didn't believe her, on the contrary he believed her very much, but the only difficulty was, if it was a person he could still handle it, but if it was a ghost, invisible and intangible, how could he catch it?
"Uncle, can you let me go in to talk to him?" Xi Jian asked. She knew Gu Jinnan didn't doubt her words, on the contrary believed her, that's why he had that expression. She reassured Gu Jinnan, "I can resolve it."
After looking at Qingchen He and seeing him nod, Gu Jinnan brought the two of them in.
Gu Jinnan was the captain of the B City Criminal Police Brigade. Since lives were lost in this traffic accident, the criminal police had to come to the scene to assess the situation.
Xi Jian and Qingchen He came before the male ghost. He stood right in front of the pillar where the accident happened, staring fixedly at the cement mixer truck.
Looking at the pillar behind him, Xi Jian understood - pile driving!
"Was it him?" Xi Jian asked.
The male ghost glared sharply at her. Her words caused the evil aura around him to thicken.
Qingchen He looked expressionlessly at the male ghost. When they entered earlier, Xi Jian had already opened his third eye for half an hour, so he could also see the male ghost before them.
"No." The male ghost said resentfully, "He was only in charge of pouring the cement."
"So he knew?" Xi Jian continued asking.
The male ghost shook his head and looked at the front of the cement mixer truck, "Whether he knew or not, what does it matter? As long as he got into an accident, that person would definitely come, right? Since he's his relative and worked under him!"
