Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 47 Part 2

Although it was difficult to distinguish between “he” and “she” from the voice, Xu Turan was viewing this conversation from Ghost House No. 71’s perspective at the time, so she could feel its psychological activities and thus knew clearly that the “she” they were talking about—was a female.

Ghost House No. 71 had stayed in Star Park for a while, saw “her”, felt deceived, so it left, and was later coaxed back by that man.

In other words, what it initially saw was most likely the original body Xu Turan had soul-transmigrated into—this conversation probably took place before the original’s death. At that time, the original had already been deceived by someone under the name of “Gu Chenfeng”, and even wanted to “offer her heart”. From the timing and behavior, this perfectly fits the description of “she has already become someone else’s believer”.

If this is indeed the case, then the “real her” mentioned by that man can only refer to one person.

That is, herself.

In other words, someone had already foreseen her arrival and made arrangements in advance.

The question is, how did that person know? Why does he want to deal with her? What benefit does this bring him?

…Was her “transmigration” really just an accident?

Numerous questions swirled in Xu Turan’s mind. But no matter what, looking on the bright side, at least three points could be confirmed now:

First, someone has targeted her. And he wants her dead.

Second, this person is not the thing that killed the original.

Third, the one who killed the original was indeed not “human”, and its status was likely not low.

After all, Ghost House No. 71 was already at the “Radiance” level. An existence that would make it feel “can’t steal food” must be Radiance level or above…

Xu Turan silently sighed, just as she heard Pu Han speak: “By the way, did you see what that person who instructed No. 71 looked like?”

Xu Turan shook her head: “No, as soon as I made eye contact with him, my eyes gave out. But…”

Pu Han: “Hm?”

“I saw his clothes,” Xu Turan said seriously, “On the front of his clothes, there was a torch pattern printed.”

“The same kind of pattern as on your business cards.”

“Cultural shirt?” Pu Han’s eyes showed contemplation, “A cultural shirt with a torch pattern… As far as I know, there’s only one place that sells those…”

“It’s the Taobao store where I buy paranormal items,” Xu Turan said, “But I checked yesterday. They don’t have ginger yellow shirts in their store. I asked customer service, and she said this color isn’t sold to customers…”

“Of course they don’t sell it. This color is specially supplied to their internal staff,” Pu Han exhaled, “Related to Old Man Jiang’s store, and high-level… Able to be on par with Ghost House No. 71, must be at least Radiance level…”

“Also, at that time, that person calmed Ghost House No. 71’s angry emotions with just a few words,” Xu Turan added, “I can’t describe what kind of feeling it was, but his words made me feel very comfortable…”

“Does this ability usually belong to ‘Long Night’ or ‘Eternal Day’?”

“These two ability tendencies can indeed influence emotions…” Pu Han pondered, “But because I haven’t personally experienced it, I can’t confirm if what you’re describing is these two ability tendencies.”

Other tendencies, such as “Chaos”, combined with more special personal abilities, can also have the effect of soothing emotions.

“There’s a girl in our institute, I don’t know if you’ve met her, surname Zhu. Her ability tendency is ‘Chaos’ and ‘Beast’, but her skill is ‘Enchantment’. It’s very easy to be misunderstood as Long Night or Eternal Day just by looking.”

Xu Turan: “I see…”

She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then said: “Hey, can you read about the Taobao store’s affairs? Like pulling up their employee roster or something…”

“It’s difficult,” Pu Han said frankly, “Old Man Jiang’s store is an independently operating organization. And unlike Ciji Institute and Renxin Institute, they’re not as conservative in their actions, and their internal personnel composition is also mixed. Most importantly, they actually have many high-level ability users in their organization…”

To put it more bluntly, this Taobao store is currently the organization with the most high-level ability users—this “high-level” specifically refers to Torch level and Radiance level.

“They’re very afraid of other organizations poaching their people, so they do an especially good job with secrecy in this area. Let alone outsiders, even internal employees may not know the specific personnel composition. And they’re also intentionally guarding against me, even the Taobao store and warehouse addresses are encrypted with runes. I’ve tried to look before, but couldn’t see anything at all.”

Pu Han sighed. Xu Turan thought for a moment and said uncertainly: “Speaking of which, I’m a VIP in their store. If I were to inquire…”

“What VIP. You’re only a VIP when they’re coaxing you to spend money. Once you act up, you’re just a troublemaker.” Pu Han shook his head, “We really need to think more about this… Oh right, did you bring the thing I asked you to?”

Xu Turan nodded and placed a small silver box on the table.

Inside the box was the Planchette Pen—yesterday Pu Han had sent a message, which was actually to ask to borrow this pen from her. Unexpectedly, it coincided with Xu Turan’s eyes being irritated, so she figured she’d come talk to him about it together.

“By the way, what do you need this pen for?” Xu Turan asked curiously.

Pu Han: “To be honest, I don’t know either.”

Xu Turan: “?”

“Feifei asked me to borrow it. She didn’t say what it was for specifically… Don’t worry, I’ll definitely return it to you in three days at most.” Pu Han said, opening the box to take a look, and made a “huh” sound.

“Why does this pen look so wilted?”

“Is that so?” Xu Turan glanced indifferently, quickly looking away, “Maybe it got dazed from writing yesterday?”

Pu Han: “…What?”

“Just yesterday, after I saw that memory, I was reminded of some personal matters. So I wanted to ask it some questions.” Xu Turan shrugged, “But this guy, it wasn’t very willing to cooperate… So I took some ‘small measures’.”

She didn’t directly say what the so-called “small measures” were, just calmly looked into the box again.

The fountain pen lying in the box immediately bristled with a layer of fuzz, shaking continuously. After a few seconds, Pu Han watched with his own eyes as it stood up by itself and poked his hand holding the box lid with its nib—Pu Han instinctively withdrew his hand, and the lid immediately closed back.

…He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination. Before the lid fell, the fountain pen had already lain down by itself. It lay so perfectly still that Pu Han even saw a hint of eagerness to be buried alive from it…

“Hmm…” He paused for a moment, “If you urgently need to use this pen, then maybe I’ll borrow it another time…”

“It’s fine, you take it and use it first.” Xu Turan smiled, “Between it and me, there’s plenty of time.”

“…”

This time Pu Han was sure he hadn’t seen wrong.

At the moment Xu Turan’s words fell, that small silver box containing the Planchette Pen did indeed tremble once.

Actually, Pu Han was quite curious about what “personal matters” Xu Turan was referring to—to be honest, although Xu Turan’s level was lower than his, there were still many things about her that he couldn’t read.

But since Xu Turan didn’t bring it up voluntarily, he didn’t ask either. After expressing his thanks, he carefully put away the silver box and stood up, preparing to leave. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back and said:

“I thought about it, regarding the Taobao store matter, we can wait for Yang Buqi to come back and let him inquire about it.”

Xu Turan: “Him?”

“Yeah, he’s a healer, you know.” Pu Han said confidently, “And he’s one of the rare all-around healers, many people in the circle owe him favors. Even if they don’t owe him, they don’t dare to offend him too much.”

In a sense, Yang Buqi’s configuration is somewhat similar to the “divine doctor” in martial arts novels—the kind with passively extensive connections. If we let him inquire, there might be some news.

Xu Turan nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject: “By the way, where did he go this time?”

She had wanted to call Yang Buqi today too. Who would have thought she couldn’t contact him, and only learned from Pu Han that he had been called away by a phone call last night and rushed out of town overnight.

“C City. Renxin Institute was encircling a big one over there, but suffered heavy losses. They called him over for emergency rescue.” Pu Han said, “I thought he would tell you first. But I can’t contact him now either, I guess he’s really not available.”