Chapter 123: Daytime Lady Ghost (Part 2) I (1/2)

The police came to my house three months later.

The police did not say much. They just arrested me as a suspect and took me to the detention center.

I kept asking why they were doing this but they paid no heed to me.

They brought me into the center without handcuffs on, perhaps because I showed no signs of attempting to escape.

In the center, I was locked up in a temporary cell.

The police did not confiscate my mobile phone, and I was kept in there for two hours before a policeman came to get me out.

I was then brought to a small room. This must be the interrogation room.

”Wait in here,” the policeman said, gesturing for me to sit on the chair.

I sat down and the policeman closed the door.

It was noon time, but with the door closed, the room was almost pitch black.

Ten minutes pa.s.sed and two police officers entered the room and sat opposite from me.

”Mr. Chalk? 32 years old? Local?”

”Yes. Why have you brought me here? Have I committed a crime?” I asked.

”We're just investigating right now so don't worry. We suspect that you have something to do with a case and we would like to know if you recognize this person here,” one officer said as he pulled out a photograph.

A photograph of w.a.n.g Xiaomei.

I kept quiet, but my body started shaking involuntarily.

”Your reaction is very interesting, Mr. Chalk. I suppose, she's not a stranger to you, is she?”

”I know her. What happened? Is she dead? Do you think I killed her?” I asked.

The other officer seemed to be recording the conversation down.

”I've seen many like you,” one officer mused. ”But it's good that you know her. Next question...”

”Wait, I've yet to finish,” I interrupted.

They were taken aback by my disruption.

I pointed at w.a.n.g Xiaomei's photograph. ”Isn't this w.a.n.g Xiaomei? Haven't you seen Weibo? She's popular for disguising as a lady ghost and scaring people. Anyone who's been on Weibo would've come across her. When you pulled out that photo, I got chills remembering her ghost makeup. Why are you showing this to me? Was I right? Is she really dead? That was why her last post was about not wanting to play pranks any longer... I wondered why because she was doing so well. I read on the Internet that she committed suicide, but I really didn't believe it.”

The police officers exchanged glances and the one doing the recording made some alterations to his notes.

A huge rock was lifted off my shoulder. I knew there was no way for me to act unacquainted with her so that was the only way to explain my nervousness.

”Alright, next question. What were you doing on the third of June at 4 am?”

”Probably the usual, on my way to work. Why?” I asked.

”We've checked with your company and you weren't at work that day. You had someone else take over your s.h.i.+ft. How do you explain this?”

”Oh, now that you mention it, I remember that that was the day my wife called to tell me that her stomach wasn't feeling well so I went back to bring her to the nearest clinic. Acute gastroenteritis, the doctor diagnosed. After that, when she felt a little better, she went back to work, and I stayed home for the rest of the day. I have my wife and the doctor as witnesses.”