Chapter 19 Ghosts Don't Eat Foreigners

"But according to this, the Feng family and the Japanese are in cahoots, so why would the ghost seek revenge on them?" The old problem was solved, and a new one surfaced.

No one answered; it seemed that everyone hadn't figured this out yet.

The current clues were too few, and a large part of them were speculation. If they were to speculate further based on these speculated clues, they might fall into a vicious cycle of errors.

"Most of the current clues are speculative, and we still need to find evidence to corroborate them." Luo He placed one hand on the book and said, "The Feng family is large and powerful, and their influence in Grey Stone Town cannot be underestimated. It's not enough to accuse them of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country based solely on speculation. We need concrete evidence."

"I agree with Mr. Luo's statement. We can't rush things; we need to take our time." Pi Ruan opened his mouth obsequiously, his eyes narrowed, his hair parted naturally in the middle, looking every bit like a turncoat.

This scene was witnessed by the indignant Fatty. "Hey, Brother Pi, could you pay a little attention to your image?"

"Although I don't doubt your stance, I suspect that the Tony stylist who cuts your hair is in league with the enemy." Fatty puffed out his large head, looking resentful. "I'm going to report him when I get back. Who knows, we might even find a certificate of good citizenship in his house."

Before Pi Ruan could explain, Zhao Xingguo, who was standing beside him, couldn't sit still any longer. "I think the current evidence is enough to nail the Feng family. They are secretly cooperating with the Japanese; they are traitors!"

"We can go directly to Director Qiao and ask him to send someone to arrest the remaining members of the Feng family and subject them to severe torture. They won't be able to resist confessing." Linghu Yong was in the same group as Zhao Xingguo, so he naturally spoke up for him.

"You want to arrest people based on this little bit of evidence? Are you crazy?" Fu Fu's pretty eyebrows were raised in anger, and she mocked mercilessly, "I'm afraid you'll get shot before you even arrest a member of the Feng family."

Everyone knew that Zhao Xingguo, Linghu Yong, and the others were not reckless people; it was just that their brother's life was in their hands.

The sooner they solved the mission, the more hope Pan Du would have to survive.

It was a pity that, caught up in such a paranormal event, all of this was destined to be in vain.

In fact, apart from Zhao Xingguo and Linghu Yong, the others did not believe that Pan Du would wake up, and even... they didn't really want him to wake up in their hearts.

After all, the strangeness on Pan Du's body was obvious. Even if he really woke up, who could prove that he was the real Pan Du, and not some strange thing wearing his skin?

The straw figure that Yoko gave them lay quietly in the center of the table, identical to the straw figure on the Feng family's altar that they had seen before.

Having seen Pan Du's example, no one dared to touch it directly with their hands again. They even asked for the cloth that Yoko had used to wrap the straw figure.

Now it was placed under the straw figure.

According to Yoko, this straw figure was obtained from a shrine in her hometown. Could it be inferred from this that the disciple was also related to this shrine?

The eerie ballad that was only sung in Yoko's hometown, as well as the straw figure, the legends about the straw figure... all of these matched the situation they were facing now.

If all of this was just a coincidence, it would be too far-fetched.

"Don't think too much for now. The most important thing now is to find enough evidence to corroborate that the May train case was a conspiracy between the Feng family and the Japanese. Then, we can dig deeper along this line to determine the identity of the disciple." Lin Wan'er picked up her teacup and said calmly.

This woman seemed to exude a special charm. For others, the current era was incompatible with their original lives, with an insurmountable gap between them, but Lin Wan'er didn't seem to feel it.

She was very well integrated into this special era. Time seemed to be particularly fond of her. She just sat there quietly, and no one could ignore her presence.

The same words, spoken by Lin Wan'er, were inevitably convincing.

Jiang Cheng naturally had no objections, but strangely, Luo He and Fu Fu didn't object either. Even Zhao Xingguo and Linghu Yong, who had been clamoring to end the mission as soon as possible, quietly shut their mouths.

"This is charisma..." Fatty didn't dare to breathe loudly. A woman who could train a freak like the Doctor was indeed not to be underestimated.

In a place he didn't notice, several gazes lingered on Lin Wan'er's face, and then quietly dispersed.

Calling in the waiter, everyone originally wanted to learn about local customs, especially some history.

But the waiter said that he was also from out of town, and the boss had taken him in.

However, from him, everyone learned that there was a town chronicle hall in the town, which was built by a local gentry after the victory of the war.

If they wanted to know the situation at that time, the waiter suggested that they could go there and take a look.

Without delay, everyone decided to split up. Luo He, Zhao Xingguo, and the others went to the town chronicle hall to find information from that time, while Jiang Cheng and his group continued to look for other clues.

After they were done, they would meet at the Feng family mansion.

After leaving the tea house, Jiang Cheng came to a stall outside, where they had bought steamed buns before.

The owner was very enthusiastic. When he saw Jiang Cheng and the others coming, his face was full of smiles. He kept saying that his steamed buns were made of genuine materials. Although they were a bit expensive, they were twice as big as those of other people's.

Just as the owner opened a steamer of freshly steamed buns and wiped his hands on his yellowed apron, preparing to give them the buns, Jiang Cheng stopped him, pointed to the few Japanese women on the street in the distance, and told the owner about their agreement.

Within three days, the steamed buns that those Japanese women ate would be charged to his account. They could only eat them, not take them away, and they could only eat steamed buns.

After saying that, he took out some of the money that Director Qiao had given them before he left, and was about to hand it to the owner, but to everyone's surprise, the owner's face instantly turned gloomy after he saw the figures of the Japanese women in the distance. "You want to pay for them?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng replied, holding the money in his hand, "Three days."

A few seconds later, the owner slammed the lid of the steamer back on with a "thud," and seemed to feel that it was not enough, glaring at Jiang Cheng and the others. "I'm not selling!"

"We'll pay in advance. You won't lose out." Pi Ruan explained from the side.

But it would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Before he could finish speaking, he was refuted by the owner. "Lose out? If it were our own people who couldn't get enough to eat, I could give them two steamed buns, but these Japanese, no!" The owner said loudly, "Not even one!"

After saying that, the owner's eyes changed when he looked at Jiang Cheng and the others. He picked up a rolling pin with one hand and gestured at them. "Get out, get out now. Don't let me see you again. I won't sell to you even if you come!"