"Go, get your revenge, settle your grievances."
"Don't worry, if any ghost officers come to apprehend you, I will stall for time. I will definitely let you get your revenge."
Zhao Yan said softly. The moment the soul bottle was opened, she saw Yu Lan float into the residential complex.
Yu Lan's resentment was already enough; there was no need to add Yin energy to her talismans.
She knew the one thing Yu Lan wanted most was revenge.
This was Yu Lan's sole obsession.
Therefore, Zhao Yan let her fulfill her obsession with her own hands, to kill her enemy.
Zhao Yan waited for a long time. Suddenly, a scream came from the thirteenth floor.
The sound of glass shattering, "Bang."
An old man plummeted straight down from the thirteenth floor.
His body crashed onto a car, triggering its alarm system.
Blood flowed from his mouth and nose. His expression was filled with terror. After confirming he was dead on the spot,
Zhao Yan took out her phone and called Officer Xiao Qin on WeChat, telling him that someone had jumped to their death.
She also took a photo and sent it.
The police were dispatched quickly, arriving at the complex in less than ten minutes.
"What's going on?" Officer Xiao Qin quickly got out of the car and immediately asked Zhao Yan.
"I don't know. I was live-streaming nearby when I heard a scream, and someone just jumped out of the window and fell to their death," Zhao Yan said.
"Wait here, don't run. You're an important witness. We need to go up and check the situation." Officer Xiao Qin said.
Zhao Yan hummed softly, acting obedient.
A few minutes after the old man's death, his soul finally left his body. As the warm soul emerged, Zhao Yan immediately sucked it into the small soul bottle.
He died too easily. He couldn't be let off so lightly.
Yu Lan had hanged herself repeatedly so many times; he should also be made to repeat the pain Yu Lan endured.
"What are you doing with that small bottle?" Officer Xiao Qin had just gotten out of the car and immediately saw Zhao Yan pointing the small bottle at the corpse.
"Seeing a corpse is inauspicious, so I'm using this bottle my master gave me to ward off evil, so I don't get contaminated," Zhao Yan said.
"Let me see."
Zhao Yan handed the bottle to Officer Xiao Qin. After confirming it was just a bottle, he returned it to her.
"What evil can this little bottle ward off? You have to believe in science!"
Zhao Yan nodded, "I definitely believe in science. It's just for psychological comfort."
"Captain Zhang, we've investigated. The deceased is Ma Quancang, fifty-two years old. He lived alone in the room," a female officer said.
"Get the body out of here first. Notify the family. And that Zhao what's-her-name?"
"My name is Zhao Yan," Zhao Yan replied.
"Right, you come back with us to record your statement," Zhang Ping said.
"Okay," Zhao Yan nodded.
This was the second time she had gotten into a police car.
At the police station, Officer Xiao Qin said to her, "Hey! I find you very strange!"
"How am I strange?" Zhao Yan asked, confused.
"Wherever you are, someone dies, or a murder case occurs. This is the fifth time," Officer Xiao Qin said, rubbing his temples.
It wasn't that he wanted to suspect Zhao Yan, but the coincidence was too great.
Zhao Yan spread her hands, "I don't want it to happen either. I just happen to be passing by."
The atmosphere this time was much more relaxed. After checking, they confirmed that Zhao Yan's presence was coincidental.
Furthermore, there were no traces of anyone else in Ma Quancang's room, and the door lock was intact.
They didn't ask Zhao Yan to leave, so Zhao Yan sat down next to them.
"This is the surveillance camera from Ma Quancang's home. We've retrieved the video footage," Officer Xiao Qin said.
"Play it," Zhang Ping said.
"Ma Quancang showed no signs of suicidal tendencies, nor did he have debt problems or significant disputes with anyone. His neighbors said he was quite enthusiastic and would greet them when he saw them during his commutes," Officer Xiao Qin said while playing the video.
Zhao Yan watched the video from the surveillance camera.
In the video, Ma Quancang was lying on the sofa watching television.
The TV suddenly displayed a lot of white static, accompanied by a strange crackling sound of electricity.
"This surveillance camera is so advanced, it even has sound," Zhao Yan said, but immediately felt the gaze of other officers and wisely shut her mouth.
Her current seating position was quite peculiar, surrounded by five police officers.
The abnormality of the television screen puzzled Ma Quancang. He first picked up the remote control from the table and pressed it several times. Finding it useless, he walked over to the TV and tapped it a couple of times.
The static disappeared.
As he stepped back, he seemed to step on something. He turned to look behind him and, like a startled cat, his face contorted in terror, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.
Ma Quancang sat down on the ground with a plop.
He opened his mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. His feet planted on the ground, he instinctively pushed himself against the wall.
Ma Quancang clutched his throat with both hands, and as he choked himself, he repeatedly banged his head against the wall.
"What's going on?" Officer Xiao Qin was stunned.
Zhang Ping was also puzzled.
"Rewind and watch again."
The video was rewound and watched again and again.
"Without any external conditions, a person cannot choke themselves to death. Even if they want to die, they would loosen their grip halfway through."
"But this Ma Quancang is choking himself to death!"
Ma Quancang suddenly released his grip, gasping for air. He then knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing forward, as if begging someone for mercy.
Yet, there was clearly nothing in front of him.
The more they watched, the more uneasy they felt.
Officer Xiao Qin looked at Zhao Yan, "Miss Zhao, you're a Taoist priest, aren't you? How do you interpret these bizarre scenes?"
"Officer Xiao Qin, we must believe in science!"
"To explain it scientifically, could this be schizophrenia? I've worked in a mental hospital before and seen many symptoms of split personality. Some extreme alter egos can do strange things, and suicidal tendencies are not uncommon," Zhao Yan said.
Zhang Ping tapped his fingers on the table, "That's a valid point. Doesn't Ma Quancang have a wife? Where is she? Call his wife quickly and ask about Ma Quancang's symptoms in this regard."
"His wife seems to have gone back to her parents' home. I'll make a call," the female officer said.
She picked up the police-issued landline and pressed the speakerphone.
The sound of dialing was heard.
It was quickly connected.
"Hello, this is Jiangcheng Police Station. Regarding your husband..."
Before the female officer could finish speaking, a strange "ge... ge... ge" sound came from the other end of the phone.