The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 163p1

Chapter 163: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 8(1)

In the distance, people were coming and going from the escape room.

Police officers in uniform, forensic investigators with their kits, and staff maintaining order, preventing people from taking photos or recording videos.

Suddenly, a wave of hushed gasps rippled through the crowd, and Tao Ning turned to see a body bag being carried away.

Song Yanshu sighed, not looking, finding the scene a bit disturbing: “I received a call this morning, before I even woke up, saying someone reported my newly renovated store was connected to a missing person case from a few years ago.”

“The missing person was an employee of an internet company, who disappeared after being laid off, everyone assumed he returned to his hometown, so no one looked for him.”

Tao Ning suddenly asked, “How many years ago did he disappear?”

This question stumped Song Yanshu, who thought for a moment: “Seven years, I think, the police said so. I remember seven years ago, this entire area was still under construction, and my family even hired a specialist to check it out, they said there were no problems.”

Speaking of this, Song Yanshu pouted, crossing her arms in frustration: “They said he was a Master Yu, incredibly skilled, but he was probably a charlatan, all talk, the body was right there all this time, and he didn’t even notice.”

Tao Ning was looking at the map in her hand: “Yu family? Are you referring to the Yu family from Minzhou?”

Song Yanshu shook her head: “I don’t know, maybe.”

In this era of declining spiritual energy, with peace and order maintained by laws and regulations, finding restless spirits was difficult, and those who appeared were quickly exorcised.

The Cultivator Management Bureau had a rule: no capturing wild ghosts without permission, those captured before the new regulation could be kept.

This was a problem for the Yu clan, who specialized in ghost control, their disciples having to conserve their ghost servants.

And using them carelessly could lead to backlash, not to mention bad luck, so many Yu clan disciples, unwilling to put in the effort, simply gave up on this path.

The Yu clan was no longer as powerful as before, and if the specialist hired by the Song family years ago was from the Minzhou Yu clan, it wasn’t surprising.

He had come to earn some money, but unexpectedly found a bonus.

An unreported, unknown wild ghost, a valuable asset.

As for why it had reappeared and returned to its burial place, she didn’t know.

But such practices were indeed immoral. In her time, ghost control was considered a lowly technique, its methods simple and crude.

It was used by commoners to guide lost souls back home, not for controlling them.

Later, a cultivator with poor talent refined and developed it into a proper technique, although still considered low-level by others.

Tao Ning was lost in thought.

“And that anonymous reporter didn’t even tell me, I was woken up by the police this morning…” Song Yanshu shuddered, recalling the frequent visits to the storeroom these past few days, it was quite creepy. “Forget it, this place will probably be demolished and rebuilt.”

Tao Ning comforted her, “Then just find another location, you’ve been working too hard lately, take a break.”

There was nothing else they could do, even if Song Yanshu cried a river, she couldn’t change her sister’s mind.

At least not within a year, perhaps she could try crying at her grandparents’ house later, they doted on their grandchildren, it might work.

Song Yanshu, after some quick calculations, had already formulated a plan, her spirits lifted: “Have you had breakfast yet? Let’s go eat together… Wait, I remember now, someone asked me to give you something, I almost forgot.”

She pulled a small paper bag from her purse, tied with a delicate ribbon.

Handing it to Tao Ning, she said, “This was delivered by courier, a thank-you gift from Miss Fu for yesterday’s staff, specifically for you.”

Tao Ning was surprised: “For me?”

Song Yanshu, curious, watched as she opened it: “So that person’s surname is Fu, and she even used a small paper bag and a ribbon, how thoughtful.”

Tao Ning shook the bag slightly, hearing the sound of a box inside, then removed the ribbon and opened the bag, taking out a small box.

The logo on the dark-colored packaging looked familiar, and Song Yanshu immediately recognized it: “She also likes this brand? How thoughtful, but what could fit in such a small box?”

It was about the size of her palm, too small for a bracelet, too big for a ring.

Under Song Yanshu’s urging, Tao Ning opened the box, revealing a square pendant that could be used as a keychain.

The silver keychain, lying on a black velvet cloth, was small and delicate, about the size of a fingernail, engraved with a crescent moon.

A closer look revealed slight wear and tear on the edges, barely noticeable.

Song Yanshu had heard of gifting necklaces, bracelets, but never a keychain, and she reached out to touch it: “Why would she give you this? It’s quite pretty, this crescent moon series is new this season, isn’t there a rose in the corner…?”

Before she could see clearly, her hand was pulled back, not touching the keychain.

Song Yanshu: “?”

Tao Ning carefully closed the box: “It’s a gift for me, I’ll look at it later.”

Song Yanshu was immediately indignant: “You fair-weather friend! I gave it to you, and you won’t even let me look at it?”

Tao Ning just smiled, and Song Yanshu, her curiosity satisfied, reminded her, “Alright, alright, I’m not petty, I won’t look.”

Tao Ning put the box in her bag.

Song Yanshu, amused by her lovestruck expression, nudged her shoulder: “Remember to check for a hidden note inside later, you might regret it if you miss something.”

Tao Ning would definitely examine it carefully, even without Song Yanshu’s reminder.

However, she said seriously, “It’s probably not what you think.”

She didn’t actually know Fu Guanyue, they weren’t at the gift-giving stage yet, and…

Tao Ning glanced at her bag, now emitting a faint spiritual light from the box inside.

To Fu Guanyue, this might not even be considered a gift.

Song Yanshu crossed her arms, a smug look on her face: “Protecting your secrets from me now? Do you think I’m that easy to fool? I bet she hid something inside.”

Tao Ning’s eye twitched: “I’m not betting.”

Because there was indeed something hidden inside.

Song Yanshu had learned about hidden notes in gifts long ago.

Back when she was young and shy, she had given a gift to her senior, hiding a confession inside a paper star, but the senior hadn’t even looked at it, even complaining behind her back about the cheap gift.

Song Yanshu had been standing right there, listening.

Much later, the senior accidentally broke the glass jar where she kept the star and found the necklace inside, but by then, she had already graduated. Years later, she finally found the confession and, feeling nostalgic, contacted Song Yanshu.

But Song Yanshu’s reply was: “Who are you?”

Recalling this, Song Yanshu’s expression turned sour, and she squeezed the water bottle in her hand: “So who reported me? At least give me a heads-up, this is so frustrating!”

Tao Ning looked at the sky: “I don’t know.”

The anonymous reporter, Fu Guanyue, was already on the plane back to Qizhou. An hour later, she would land.

Before boarding, she had given a gift bag to Fu Zhaozhao, instructing her, “I have urgent business at the old residence in Qizhou, please deliver this to the girl from yesterday, make sure she receives it today.”

Despite their brief encounter, she felt a pang of sympathy, unwilling to let Tao Ning suffer because of the ghostly aura clinging to her.

She had intervened in many lives, one more wouldn’t make a difference.

Fu Guanyue went downstairs with the bag, the most suitable container she could find, not too conspicuous, and easy to carry.

She didn’t know when she would return.

Fu Zhaozhao, sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast, stared at the bag: “…Huh?”

Still half-asleep, she asked, “Aren’t you going to eat breakfast before leaving, Little Aunt?”

Fu Guanyue waved her hand without turning around: “Urgent matter, I have to leave now, no time.”

Fu Zhaozhao: “Then be careful, Little Aunt, send me a message when you arrive.”

Fu Guanyue was already too far away to reply.

“The girl from yesterday? Who?” Fu Zhaozhao stared at the bag, her mind slowly processing the information, then she suddenly slammed the table: “The flyer girl! I knew it!”

A passing maid was startled, clutching her chest.

Having just gleaned some gossip about her aunt, Fu Zhaozhao was now fully awake, leaning forward and saying, “Auntie Liu, bring me a gift bag, something simple, but dark-colored.”

“Okay, coming right up,” Auntie Liu replied.

Fu Zhaozhao sat back down, muttering, “I can’t just give her the gift in a branded bag, I don’t know her personality, what if she thinks I’m trying to show off my wealth? My aunt is so down-to-earth.”

Auntie Liu returned with the bag, and Fu Zhaozhao carefully repackaged the gift, tying a ribbon around it, examining it carefully, taking a photo, then sending it off via courier.

Thus, a beautiful misunderstanding was born.

Fu Guanyue, unaware of what was happening in another city, finally landed. She got off the plane, and someone from the Fu family was there to greet her.

“Welcome back, Young Mistress, the family head is waiting for you at the old residence,” a young woman said, taking the bag from Fu Guanyue.

The current head of the Fu family was Fu Guanyue’s grandmother, over a hundred years old, known as Old Madam Fu, her cultivation profound and rarely revealed.

Fu Guanyue asked as they walked, “Why did you suddenly call me back? Did something happen?”

The young woman was from a branch family, named Fu Xi, quite talented, following Fu Guanyue to learn from her.

Hearing the question, she shook her head, her tone hesitant: “I don’t know, they just told me to come and pick you up, Young Mistress.”

Just then, a paper crane landed on Fu Guanyue’s shoulder, speaking in a human voice: “Qing Que, don’t return to the old residence, go to the Wutong Pavilion.”

Then the crane turned to ashes, scattered by the wind.

Communication talismans could only be used once, delivering their message before disappearing.

Fu Guanyue said, “We’re not going back to the old residence, Grandmother just sent word, she wants us to go to the Wutong Pavilion.”

Qing Que was Fu Guanyue’s nickname, used only by her grandmother, so the sender was obvious.

They acknowledged her words and changed their route.

Fu Guanyue sat in the back seat, closing her eyes to rest. The Wutong Pavilion, unlike the old residence, was a place for receiving guests, located in the city center, much closer than the old residence.

It was also used for important meetings between the four clans, rarely opened otherwise.

Having a vague idea of the reason for the summons, Fu Guanyue felt a headache and stopped thinking about it.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the gift she had sent this morning, it should have arrived by now.

It was just a chance encounter, and if Tao Ning didn’t accept it, there was nothing she could do, their paths ending there.

The car stopped before the Wutong Pavilion, and the driver said, “Young Mistress, we’ve arrived.”

Fu Guanyue opened her eyes, opened the car door, and stepped out, sensing the presence of many people.