"I don't know why, but when I see an electric scooter, I want to get on it, and then when I reach the section ahead, I get bounced out and can't leave here," the female ghost said.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment and immediately understood: "You died, and your soul wanders at the starting point, repeating the experience of your death."
"You have something important on your mind, so it's like this."
"So that's how it is, thank you!" The female ghost bowed to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan waved her hand. Just as she sat on the electric scooter, she thought of something, got off again, and scratched the back of her head, chuckling.
"Do you have any money? If you do, I can help you investigate."
After spending six thousand yuan on computer equipment and giving Wu Jiaxin five thousand, this five thousand was equivalent to an advance salary.
She had just over twenty thousand, and now only had a little over nine thousand. She was in urgent need of money.
She couldn't help but sigh, the pressures of life were truly everywhere.
"But I don't remember anything," the female ghost shook her head.
Zhao Yan: "Then how about this, I'll help you investigate, and when you remember things, you can pay me."
"The money I want is definitely not ghost money. You can send me a dream to your relatives, or if you have a bank card somewhere, I can help you retrieve it."
The female ghost nodded: "Okay, I don't have any use for human money anyway."
"It's a deal then. My name is Zhao Yan. Get on the scooter with me," Zhao Yan got on the electric scooter and patted the back seat.
The female ghost floated up and sat behind Zhao Yan.
When they reached the intersection about a hundred meters ahead, the female ghost covered her head with her hands and said urgently, "I get bounced back when I reach here."
Zhao Yan picked up a talisman, stuck it on herself, and said, "Hold me tight!"
The female ghost said "Oh" and hugged Zhao Yan.
Seeing herself pass through the intersection, the female ghost exclaimed in surprise. She herself was not bounced back.
When she hugged Zhao Yan, her hands didn't pass through her.
She couldn't touch living people before.
"You're so amazing!" the female ghost exclaimed.
"These little tricks are nothing," Zhao Yan said lightly.
The electric scooter arrived at the shop. Zhao Yan got off, took off her helmet, and hung it on the handlebars of the scooter.
The female ghost looked around. The shop gave her a comfortable feeling.
Zhao Yan unlocked the door, turned around, and said, "Come in."
"Oh, okay!" The female ghost reacted and was walking to the door.
The black cat darted out and hissed at her.
"Oh my god! You scared me half to death!" the female ghost patted her chest.
"This is our guest, Xiao Heizi, don't be reckless!" Zhao Yan patted the black cat's head.
The black cat jumped onto Zhao Yan's shoulder, licking its paw while looking at the female ghost.
The other cats circled around the female ghost, scaring her into hiding behind the door, trembling.
"Alright, everyone disperse, disperse! Stop crowding," Zhao Yan waved her hand, and the twenty-three cats finally dispersed.
She brought a stool and placed it in front of the table.
"Sit down."
The female ghost sat down, tilting her head to look at Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan opened her laptop and used her phone to turn on the shared network, connecting the computer to the mobile hotspot.
"Jiangcheng City Highway 6 car accident."
She typed these words into the search bar and clicked to confirm.
A new page quickly appeared.
Zhao Yan scanned it carefully, and found it on the second page.
She softly read the title: "Devoted Woman in Wedding Dress Meets Car Accident."
She clicked in and scanned it. The person in the photo was indeed the female ghost.
"Found it."
"Your name is Ma Qingqing, from Li County Village, Jiangcheng City, aged twenty-seven."
"You died when your electric scooter collided with a large truck due to excessive speed and were dragged under the truck."
Zhao Yan sighed: "Why were you driving so fast? The electric scooter looked like a race car."
The female ghost tilted her head and looked at Zhao Yan.
What Zhao Yan said seemed unrelated to her, and she showed no reaction.
"Still can't remember?" Zhao Yan asked.
The female ghost nodded: "No impression."
"The story behind Ma Qingqing's car accident."
Zhao Yan scrolled down the webpage and immediately clicked on the title.
"Husband suffers stroke due to work injury, wife stays by his side, rushes to the hospital in a wedding dress, hoping to wake him up, moving millions of netizens!"
"Do you remember anything?" Zhao Yan asked softly.
Ma Qingqing remained silent, her eyes fixed on the computer screen.
More than ten minutes later, she said, "I remember now."
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you remember."
If she couldn't remember, she planned to imitate the memory-awakening therapy from movies and give Ma Qingqing a good slap to further traumatize her injured brain, hoping that the poison would counteract itself.
The more Ma Qingqing read, the more agitated she became: "Yes, I was going to the hospital to see my husband in my wedding dress. He works in engineering, and he had a stroke after falling from the sixth floor."
"I didn't mean to drive so fast. My brakes were broken, and I couldn't stop. Plus, that section was downhill, and I couldn't control it."
"Then why were you wearing a wedding dress?" Zhao Yan asked, confused.
Ma Qingqing cried: "Because when we got married, my husband said I looked most beautiful in my wedding dress, and he would never forget how I looked. I held onto that sliver of hope, thinking that maybe this would wake him up."
Speaking of this, Ma Qingqing became agitated: "Miss Zhao, can you help me!"
"I still have a child. He has already lost his father, and his father has a stroke. How will he live!"
"You have such great abilities, can you wake him up."
"If you can't, can you let me see him one last time."
Zhao Yan: "For a stroke, I really can't do anything about it, but I can let you see him."
"Thank you." Ma Qingqing was so excited she almost knelt down.
Zhao Yan quickly pulled her up: "I take people's money to solve their problems, don't kneel to me."
"Do you remember the name of the hospital?"
Ma Qingqing nodded: "Jiangcheng Affiliated Zhongke Hospital."
Zhao Yan nodded, turned around, and closed the door. She said to Ma Qingqing, "Get on."
Looking at the black cat on her shoulder, Zhao Yan petted its nose: "What, you're coming too."
"Meow." The black cat licked Zhao Yan's face.
"Okay, okay, I know, you're coming too," Zhao Yan said softly.
The black cat glanced at Ma Qingqing and then settled on Zhao Yan's shoulder.
After Ma Qingqing got on, Zhao Yan rode the electric scooter towards Jiangcheng Affiliated Zhongke Hospital.
Having seen Ma Qingqing's accident, Zhao Yan rode with the stability of an old hand.
Arriving at Jiangcheng Affiliated Zhongke Hospital, Zhao Yan asked, "Where is it?"
"Room 307," Ma Qingqing behind her immediately replied.
Zhao Yan arrived at room 307, gently pushed open the door, and asked the person inside, "Which one is your husband?"
Ma Qingqing looked carefully and shook her head at Zhao Yan: "My husband isn't here."
"What's your husband's name?"
"Liu Hongguang."
Zhao Yan went back to the front desk and asked a nurse to help her check.
It turned out that Liu Hongguang had been taken home for care three months ago.
Ma Qingqing was stunned: "When my husband had his stroke, no one could help him. Who took him home?"
Zhao Yan asked, "Does he have any other relatives?"
Ma Qingqing: "His parents are gone, and he has a younger brother, but when the incident first happened, this brother completely ignored him and wouldn't even lend him money."