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    From the moment she left the Purple Blossom Estate, the female ghost had been trailing behind her as she went to a small restaurant nearby to buy dinner.

    “You’re a master, right? Can you help me? I was killed by that man. I didn’t commit suicide…”

    “Boss, I want one serving of pigeon soup, one bowl of lean pork congee, and one plate of stir-fried green beans with rice.”

    “Alright!”

    It wasn’t peak mealtime yet. There were only one or two customers eating inside the shop, and she didn’t have to wait long before her food was ready.

    “You heard me, didn’t you? That man is the murderer! If you move into that house, you’ll be killed too!”

    The ghost grew more and more agitated and desperate. She was the only person who could see her, the only one who might be able to uncover the truth behind her death.

    “Please… I’m begging you, help me…”

    Seeing that the girl had ignored her the entire time, the ghost suddenly felt both furious and hopeless.

    She had finally found someone who could see her.

    And she was being ignored.

    At a deserted alley, the girl suddenly stopped.

    The ghost, unable to brake in time, slammed straight into her—only to be bounced back again by the faint golden glow around her body.

    She fell onto the ground with a dull thud.

    “…!”

    Oops. That wasn’t intentional.

    The ghost sat there in grievance, glaring at her.

    “If you don’t want to help, then don’t! Why are you hurting me?!”

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it…”

    But the ghost didn’t listen to her explanation at all. She turned around and ran, disappearing in an instant.

    The girl reached out helplessly.

    “Wait… you’ve been talking the entire way—at least explain how you were killed. How am I supposed to report this to the police?”

    This ghost… she had rambled the whole way and said absolutely nothing useful.

    Meanwhile, in the hospital, holding that talisman had opened a brand-new world for Dr. 廖佳木.

    So… the hospital really had this many ghosts?

    Along the way, he had seen several spirits. Each one looked completely different. Even someone used to blood and trauma like him felt his scalp tighten.

    And then there was 陈峰, who had been following him nonstop, talking the entire time.

    “Doctor, can you ask my wife to come see me?”

    “Doctor, I miss my wife.”

    “Doctor, I’m in so much pain… can you treat me?”

    “…”

    Completely overwhelmed, he took the talisman from his pocket and placed it into a drawer.

    The next second, his world went silent.

    Chen Feng: ???

    Upstairs in the ward, 管云倩 looked at the elderly man on the hospital bed with hesitation.

    “Dad, I know you really want to find Aunt Xiao Lian, but you still need to take care of your health. You disappeared with that unreliable Xiao Yu without telling anyone. Do you know how worried your eldest brother and sister-in-law are?”

    The “unreliable Xiao Yu” lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers, slightly unconvinced.

    He wasn’t that unreliable.

    Old Master 管 weakly defended himself.

    “I sent them messages.”

    She let out a cold snort.

    “You only sent them today.”

    “…I still sent them.”

    She rolled her eyes and stopped talking.

    After finishing the IV drip, she removed the needle and took the empty bottle out for disposal.

    “Xiao Yu, where are Grandpa’s things?” she asked.

    He quickly rummaged through a paper bag and handed it over.

    The old man placed the bag under his pillow, saying he needed it to sleep peacefully.

    Night fell like ink.

    The two caregivers had already fallen asleep, but the old man lay awake, unable to rest. The pain in his head throbbed faintly after the anesthesia wore off.

    He took out the paper bag.

    Inside was a photo and a letter.

    Under the warm bedside light, the woman in the red dress with braided hair looked as beautiful as ever.

    His trembling fingers gently stroked the photo.

    Memories surged like a tide.

    Lian… I miss you so much. Where are you…

    Buzz—buzz—

    The phone on the table suddenly vibrated repeatedly.

    A strange webpage appeared on the screen.

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    Yellow Springs Delivery

    Mr. 管进旗, would you like to deliver the love letter you were never able to send fifty years ago to Miss 沈红莲 through Yellow Springs Delivery?

    Service fee: 500,000 yuan

    [Accept] [Reject]

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    His eyes landed on the name “沈红莲.”

    Without hesitation, he pressed Accept.

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    [Order created. Waiting for courier…]

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    The words blurred.

    A wave of dizziness hit him.

    The phone slipped from his hand onto the pillow.

    He fell asleep instantly.

    At the same time, in another hospital ward, a notification sound suddenly rang in the night.

    “New delivery order received. Please process immediately.”

    The girl slowly opened her eyes.

    Only the continuous alert sound and faint snoring filled the room.

    And something else…

    Footsteps.

    Very light.

    So light she almost thought it was her imagination.

    She sat up and scanned the ward. Both patients were asleep. Zhao Yong was still working on his laptop.

    “Did I wake you? Sorry, I still have some work left,” he whispered.

    Nothing unusual.

    “I’m just going to the bathroom,” she replied.

    She got up and walked out with her phone.

    A prompt immediately appeared.

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    [Please deliver the love letter belonging to patient bed 32, Neurology Ward, Dongning Hospital, Dongning City, to Ms. Shen Honglian in Chen Family Village, Mashan Town, Hukou County, Tongzhou City.]

    Delivery reward: 300 merit points + 350,000 delivery fee

    Time limit: 48 hours

    Accept order?

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    Two cities, two provinces apart—hundreds of kilometers.

    A cross-province delivery.

    She hesitated only briefly.

    Then she tapped Accept.

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    [Order accepted. Countdown started: 48:00:00]

    ━━━━━━━━━━

    It was only 3 a.m.

    She immediately regretted not waiting until after breakfast.

    But there was no turning back.

    From Dongning to Tongzhou, the high-speed rail took less than three hours.

    Time was enough.

    Probably.

    She put away her phone and headed toward the public restroom at the end of the corridor. Their room’s toilet was broken.

    The corridor was empty.

    Except for ghosts wandering around.

    They gathered around her curiously.

    “You can see us, right…”

    “I’m in so much pain…”

    “Save me… I don’t want to die…”

    “….”

    A bunch of drama queens.

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