The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 233: 233: Jiang Zhi emerged victorious, Black Impermanence fell off his horse (first update) Chapter 233: 233: Jiang Zhi emerged victorious, Black Impermanence fell off his horse (first update) “Miss Luo Qinghe, we suspect you’re involved in a premeditated murder case. Please come with us to the police station.”

“Premeditated murder?” She seemed to find it amusing and scoffed, “Who did I kill?”

She managed to remain unfazed.

Captain Cheng shook the handcuffs, lifted his chin, and pointed at the portrait hanging inside the memorial hall, “You killed your father, Luo Changde.” His words hit the ground with force.

A buzz of discussion started, suddenly turning into a commotion.

Under everyone’s gaze, Luo Qinghe smiled, “Are you joking, Captain Cheng?”

He wasn’t joking, he was dead serious and without beating around the bush, he gave his order directly, “Take her away!”

The police officers approached, and Luo Qinghe immediately backed away, no longer unflappable, showing a hint of panic, “You say I killed someone, but do you have any evidence?”

Captain Cheng was about to speak when suddenly, someone screamed from the doorstep, “A ghost!”

Who else but—Ming Yanghua, the mortal messenger most afraid of ghosts. With his shout, everyone’s gaze followed suit, and one by one they were stupefied.

The man in the portrait had come to life!

Luo Qinghe also froze for a good while before hesitantly opening her mouth and calling out, “Dad…”

Luo Changde, who was supposed to be lying in the coffin, was now sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Luo Qinghe with penetrating eyes, aggressively, “You must be disappointed that I’m not dead?” He stood up from his wheelchair, gaunt and skeletal, pointing at Luo Qinghe and loudly accused, “It was her who hired someone to run me over with a car.”

An incredible gasp of astonishment went through the crowd.

Luo Qinghe, equally ‘incredulous’, “Dad, what are you talking about?”

How could he be alive? She had clearly seen the car plunge into the Zhang River, the current was swift, there was no way there was a chance of survival, which link in the chain had gone wrong…

“Arrest her!”

At Captain Cheng’s order, Zhang Wen and Xiao Zhong immediately moved to apprehend her.

Luo Qinghe violently shook off Zhang Wen’s grasp on her hand, showing clear anger, “It’s just his word against mine, and without any proof whatsoever, how can that count as evidence?”

Indeed, the evidence was insufficient.

However, since they from the Criminal Investigation Team had come, they wouldn’t leave empty-handed, “We can look for more evidence, but Miss Luo, right now you are the only suspect and must cooperate with our police investigation.” Not wanting to argue with her, Captain Cheng ran out of patience, “Take her away.”

Luo Qinghe instinctively hid the envelope she was holding behind her back.

Zhang Wen went straight to her, opened the handcuffs, and cuffed her.

At this moment, Jiang Zhi remarked, “Captain Cheng, shouldn’t we also check what the suspect is holding?” He seemed detached, leisurely commenting, “Perhaps, it might be evidence.”

Only then did Captain Cheng notice the envelope in Luo Qinghe’s hand.

She panicked, took the tape out of the envelope, and tried to tear the reels inside.

Captain Cheng called out, “Zhang Wen.”

Zhang Wen immediately grabbed Luo Qinghe’s hand and twisted it backward.

Thud—
The tape fell to the ground.

Luo Qinghe’s expression turned utterly grim, she sneered coldly, “Heh.” She turned to look at Jiang Zhi, her eyes blazing with anger, “You tricked me?”

No wonder he gave her the item so openly and grandly; it was a trap.

Jiang Zhi didn’t deny it, his mouth curved in a shallow, pleased smile, saying, “You reap what you sow.”

Having been outmaneuvered, Luo Qinghe tore off the mourning band from her head and threw it on the ground, “Jiang Zhi, this isn’t over.”

Jiang Zhi, playing with the memory card in his hand, ignored her.

Luo Qinghe was taken away by the Criminal Investigation Team, and the guests who had come for the funeral gradually left, discussing the event in groups as they went.

A father who was supposed to be dead showed up alive at his funeral to accuse his daughter of being the murderer. Even if this had happened in an average household, it would have been the talk of the town, let alone in a wealthy and esteemed family.

“Elder brother,” Luo Changfang seemed shocked, still wearing an expression of disbelief, “What exactly is going on?”

Luo Changde, barely holding onto life, looking withered and frail, sat back in his wheelchair, tilting his head to look at his siblings, with high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, “Are you disappointed that I’m alive too?”

Luo Changfang chided him softly, “What are you talking about! I couldn’t be happier to see you alive and well.” As she spoke, her eyes reddened again, and her makeup was smeared from her previous crying.

Luo Changde knew exactly what the Luo Family was like; he wasn’t buying any of it, and made his point clear with a cold face, “You’re a married daughter, stay out of the Luo Family’s shares.”

His daughter and sister had started plotting about his shares the moment he ‘died’.

“You misunderstand,” Luo Changfang’s face was earnest as she explained, “The Luo Family’s stock price has fallen since your accident. I was just trying to prevent outsiders from taking advantage, I meant nothing else by it.”

Luo Changde didn’t believe a word of it and wasn’t interested in her excuses, “There’s nothing to explain, we both know the score.”

Luo Changfang fell silent, leaning on her husband’s shoulder and wiping her tears.

What actors each one in the Luo Family were, indeed a fine show. But Ming Yanghua didn’t care about other people’s family affairs; his focus was on the portrait and Luo Changde’s face, “The more I look, the more it seems like a ghost.”

Luo Changde, whatever he had gone through, had become nothing but skin and bone, with bulbous eyes that looked frightening.

Ming Saiying gave her foolish brother a disdainful look, “Look at what little dignity you have!”

Really, the more you look, the more you see the ghost!

Ming Yanghua was very afraid of ghosts and decided to steer clear.

Ming Saiying gave him a push, “Let’s go.”

“Where to?” He always felt a chill down his back and couldn’t help but look around.

Is this the foolish son of the landowner? Ming Saiying didn’t even want to walk with him, moving a couple of steps to the side, “Go back, everyone’s come back to life, are you still going to pay respects?”

Right.

Ming Yanghua followed suit and left, thinking that if he hurried, he could still join his friends for a few rounds of poker.

Ming Saiying received a phone call and then ordered him, “There’s an emergency at Uncle Hong’s place, go bring the car around.”

Ming Yanghua was not pleased and put on his sunglasses, “I’m not your driver.”

Ming Saiying gave him a kick, “Go!”

Such a tomboy!

Hmph!

Reluctantly, Ming Yanghua shuffled forward. When he reached the door, he saw someone crouching outside the glass door, dressed in black, looking like a lump of slick coal.

This familiar feeling…

He inexplicably walked over. Separated by the glass door, he tiptoed and sneaked peeks, but he couldn’t see anything but the back of a head.

He clung to the door, eyes widened and leaned in closer.

Suddenly, the lump of coal turned its head–
He froze for a second, then calmly breathed on the glass door, “I’m cleaning the glass. A fly left a poop on it.”

Zhou Heitan: “…”

After cleaning the ‘fly poop,’ Ming Yanghua scratched his head and walked away, pondering as he went: It’s a girl, a girl wearing a mask, with nice yet cold eyes, a bit somber, like a ghost.

Ming Saiying: This has to be an idiot, right?!

Five minutes later, Ming Yanghua drove the car to the front and honked twice. Ming Saiying, hearing this, was about to get in the car when suddenly a motorcycle rushed out from the left, with two people on it. The man sitting in the back aimed for her bag and yanked it hard.

Ming Saiying, in high heels, staggered a couple of steps, her sunglasses fell off, and she was still wearing a mask. Looking down, her hands were empty.

“Damn!” She kicked off her ten-centimeter heels and started chasing, “Robbery, catch the thief!”

Ming Yanghua’s car was parked about ten meters away. Seeing his own sister getting robbed, his brain overheated and he sprinted towards the scene. Then… there was no then. He stood like a log in the middle of the road, while the motorcycle showed no sign of stopping, charging straight towards him.

Damn!

He was stunned. In the split-second flash, he closed his eyes. Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the neck from behind, he leaned back, and the motorcycle brushed by his arm, ‘whooshing’ away into the distance. Almost at the same time, he opened his eyes.

It was that lump of coal…

Zhou Xufang expressionless, “Hey.”

The other person looked like a dumbfounded goof.

Zhou Xufang still expressionless, icily, “Hey.”

The dumbfounded guy blinked, his face a mix of confusion and sudden realization, “Lord Black Impermanence?”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

Oh, she remembered, this was her ‘mortal messenger.’
Zhou Xufang let go, her gaze unwavering, her expression unchanged, “I’m not.”

Ming Yanghua, not quite steady on his feet, stumbled, “You are.”

Lord Black Impermanence: “I’m not.”

Mortal messenger: “You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Zhou Xufang stopped talking to him.

He didn’t speak further, but reached out to remove her mask. Before he could touch it, he was called by name, “Ming Yanghua.”

Who’s that?

How dare someone address Sixth Master Ming so brazenly!

Ming Yanghua turned his head: Oh, heaven spares no one.

Jiang Zhi came over, pushed him aside, and he stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.

Usually so suave, at this moment he was like a bully, very unpleasantly remarking, “Why bother about whether he lives or dies.” His attitude towards his girlfriend immediately took a 180-degree turn, “Did you get hurt?”

Zhou Xufang said, “No.”

Ming Yanghua: “…” So, does Sixth Master Ming’s life or death not warrant concern?

Zhou Xufang didn’t delay, “I’m going to catch the thief.”

Jiang Zhi held her back, “Ah Wan has already gone.” He leaned in and whispered, “There are surveillance cameras nearby. You can’t run too fast, and they’re on a motorcycle, so it’s no use even if you go.”