Jiang Han was very confused.
"What do you mean?"
"The murder scene has already been sitting here for so many days," Ma Jun said pointedly.
"Why is it that the moment we come to investigate, we just happen to find such an important clue?"
He glanced at her.
"Could it be that the Hong Kong police are really all useless?"
"That doesn't seem likely," he added.
Jiang Han fell silent again. What Ma Jun said did seem to make sense.
Just as she was about to ask something else, she suddenly saw the club's boss, Ah Hu, hurrying over.
When Ah Hu spotted Ma Jun, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Ah sir! You're here!"
"I invited a master to perform a ritual earlier. Since you're here, why don't we all go take a look together?"
Ma Jun was a little intrigued.
"A ritual?"
He'd only seen scenes like that in old Hong Kong movies before—people doing rituals.
Usually, aside from Uncle Nine, most people performing rituals were basically just scammers.
"Do rituals actually work?" Ma Jun asked skeptically.
Ah Hu, on the other hand, looked full of confidence. He patted his chest and assured him:
"Of course they work! This is a master I hired at great expense—from the Paranormal Association!"
"The Paranormal Association?"
Now Ma Jun was curious. What kind of organization was that?
Ah Hu spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world:
"It's an organization made up of accomplished Taoist priests, spirit mediums, and feng shui masters."
"Ah sir, you're from the Case-Solving Bureau—don't tell me you've never heard of it?"
Ma Jun thought to himself that if there was already a Case-Solving Bureau, then a Paranormal Association didn't sound that impossible after all.
His curiosity was already getting hard to suppress.
Right now, he really wanted to see for himself what kind of thing this Paranormal Association actually was.
"Let's go," he said. "Together."
Ah Hu visibly relaxed.
It seemed that with Ma Jun around, his sense of safety increased quite a bit.
…
The entrance of Hengxing Building was extremely lively at this moment.
When Ma Jun arrived, the first thing he saw was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe.
He looked almost exactly like the ritual masters Ma Jun had seen in movies before.
Peachwood sword in hand, feet stepping the Big Dipper pattern.
An incense altar was set up in front of him, thick sticks of incense burning.
Offerings were placed neatly on the altar—three sacrificial animals laid out, incense smoke rising thickly.
The middle-aged man had his eyes closed, lips muttering incantations under his breath—no one knew what he was chanting.
Ma Jun couldn't tell whether this guy was the real deal or a fake, but he did look like he had something going on.
However, Ma Jun's attention didn't stay on him for long.
Or rather—he only glanced at the man once before his gaze shifted elsewhere.
And that was completely understandable.
Behind the middle-aged man stood a young woman, and she was the real problem.
Far too eye-catching.
The woman looked to be in her early twenties, and her figure was simply outrageous.
Even with Ma Jun's countless real combat experiences, she could still rank in the top five purely on natural talent.
Forget comparing her to pumpkins—even compared to small watermelons, she wouldn't lose by much.
And on top of that, she was wearing a slit dress.
The neckline dipped low.
It was the kind of figure that looked like hills from the front and peaks from the side—highs and lows everywhere.
She stood demurely behind the Taoist priest, hands folded, wearing a slightly timid expression.
Ah Hu clearly noticed Ma Jun's gaze and showed a knowing smile that all men understood.
He led Ma Jun over and made introductions.
"Master, Ah Hui—let me introduce you. These two are officers from the Case-Solving Bureau, ah sir. They're here specifically to investigate Qiqi's case."
"Ah sir, this is Master Liu Changsheng from the Paranormal Association."
"And this is Ah Hui—the last of our Five Golden Hairpins."
When Ah Hui heard Ma Jun's identity, surprise immediately appeared on her face.
She bowed politely.
"Thank you for your hard work, officer."
That slight bow instantly caused waves upon waves to surge.
Jiang Han couldn't help lowering her head to look at herself, a bit indignant.
Master Liu Changsheng merely nodded coldly, snorting through his nose, his expression full of arrogance.
Ma Jun's eyes flickered slightly.
This Master Liu… looked pretty full of himself.
Who knew if he actually had real skills?
Ah Hu hurried over to Liu Changsheng's side, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Master Liu, do you think you're confident today? Can you help us get rid of that evil ghost?"
Liu Changsheng raised his chin, looking down at people through his nostrils.
"Hmph. Just a trifling, immature ghost."
"Ten out of ten!"
"Don't worry. I've already surveyed the outside. The yin energy here isn't strong. Even if there really is a ghost, its cultivation won't be high."
"Leave it to me!"
Ah Hu finally let out a sigh of relief.
"If you say so, Master, then I'm at ease."
Liu Changsheng glanced at the sky, then looked around, his slightly disdainful gaze sweeping briefly over Ma Jun.
"The auspicious hour is almost here. Have all irrelevant people disperse."
"And leave Ah Hui behind—as bait to lure the ghost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Hui's face turned noticeably pale, fear clearly visible.
Ah Hu hurriedly chased away the onlookers.
"Didn't you hear the master? Hurry up and leave!"
"Stop causing trouble here!"
Before long, the crowd was completely dispersed.
Only Ma Jun and Jiang Han remained.
Liu Changsheng still frowned, shooting Ma Jun a glance.
Ah Hu immediately caught on.
He walked over, lowering his voice cautiously.
"Ah sir, how about you step back a bit too?"
Ma Jun curled his lips into a faint smile.
"No need to worry about me."
"To me, ghosts don't really count as much of anything."
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