"You are not a Feng Shui master, who are you?"

The old woman was startled, and quickly stood up and looked at Yajun, who was turning away from the camera. Finally, her expression changed and she shouted to her, "Explain the matter clearly and come back. Come back!"

Yajun left with uneven steps, feeling very calm and not anxious at all. But just after taking a few steps, he heard the door being opened. Then several servants blocked his way.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yajun's mouth, this trick of playing hard to get has always worked.

For those who are superstitious, I really agree with that sentence, and they will not leave even if they are scolded, and they will retreat.

In the luxurious hall on the second floor, Yajun always had a half-smiling expression and did not speak. He just looked at the old woman sitting on the sofa opposite him quietly. He looked very relaxed.

The old woman's appearance was a little uncertain at this time, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Yajun had obviously changed. While her face was filled with gloom, there was also a bit of surprise.

"Who are you? Why are you pursuing this matter?"

The old woman frowned, unable to tell whether her tone was happy or angry.

"Don't be surprised if I tell you?"

Yajun was silent for a long time, then raised his head, glanced at the old woman with his indifferent dark eyes and said, "I am a ghost hunter, that is, a supernatural detective."

As soon as Yajun said these words, the old woman's body trembled obviously. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Yajun, but from Yajun's eyes, she could not tell whether the words were true or false.

"Are there really ghosts in this world?"

On the contrary, the old woman was calmer this time, and her original angry look dimmed. Sometimes it was difficult for her to distinguish from things she encountered.

“Do you think what you experienced was a hallucination or the result of vision?”

Yajun asked very calmly. His eyes were extremely serious in watching every move on the old woman's expression.

The old woman raised her head and glanced at Yajun, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to know."

The old woman was silent for a while and then spoke softly.

"About the death of your daughter Tian Ling?"

Yajun changed his tone and said, "Sorry, this matter is not as simple as imagined. Do I need to understand now?"

As soon as she talked about her daughter and thought of her pure and lovely appearance, the old woman's face became filled with sadness and her eyes flashed with tears.

"She happened to be on holiday that day, and we went shopping in the afternoon, but who knew..." The old woman's voice was choked when she said this. Thinking of what happened that day, she didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"It will feel better if I tell you. Besides, I have to hear the process before I know how to proceed!"

Yajun also understood the old woman's mood. Although she was arrogant and arrogant by nature, as a parent, she would naturally be sad if something happened to her daughter.

The old woman wiped the corners of her eyes and sniffed before saying, "We didn't pay attention to her when we were crossing the road that day. I passed by and found that my daughter was still on the other side. I looked at her and gestured to her to come over, but she

But it was like she couldn't see it. After a while, I realized something was wrong, because she didn't seem to be looking at me, but at the building behind me. I also took a look, but there was no one. At this time, a car came from

The car was coming from the front. I thought she was fascinated and wanted to call her, but she laughed, then ran towards this side, and hit the car head-on..."

Yajun raised his eyebrows, but did not speak, which was almost the same as what Shan Yuhan said.

"Then you should know an old woman in her sixties, the one I talked about last time?"

Yajun narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.
Chapter completed!