Before long, Xiao He arrived at the scene with the police. Zhou Huan pulled Dongzi into the private room they had just left. Da Luobo was there, and seeing Dongzi, he immediately got angry, "Why did you take so long? Did you fall in the toilet?"

"Da Luobo, stop yelling. We're talking serious business. Why get so agitated?" Shi Bingyuan immediately held Da Luobo back as Zhou Huan and Dongzi sat down.

Zhou Huan looked at Dongzi with a stern expression. "I'm here to question you. You must tell me everything clearly." Then, Zhou Huan turned to Da Luobo and said, "I'm giving you a chance now. If Dongzi can't remember something I ask him later, you help him recall it!"

"Fine, no problem. I really want to see what's going on between Dongzi and this woman!" Da Luobo was still jealous.

Zhou Huan glared back at Da Luobo. "Still jealous? Hu Tingting is dead. Nothing happened between them. Why do you insist something must have happened?" Da Luobo was silenced by Zhou Huan's words. Zhou Huan turned back and continued, "We don't have time to mess around now. Dongzi, I'm asking you: when you questioned Hu Tingting just now, how did she explain the origin of this money?"

"Uh..."

"Uh what? Say it quickly!" Zhou Huan was truly anxious because Xiao He would have the police finish processing the body soon, and then Zhou Huan would need to handle the spiritual aspect. Time was limited. If they failed, Hu Tingting’s soul might not even be recoverable. Her cause of death was different from the foreman's; she died in a state of drunken stupor. When a person dies while heavily intoxicated, their soul remains sluggish for a long time. Fully awakening the soul is a profound art. The medium would at least need to project their own spirit outside the body, which was possible, though no one willingly endured soul separation, as it inevitably brought excruciating pain.

Startled by Zhou Huan's outburst, Dongzi immediately spoke fluently, "I asked her just like this: 'Where did you get the money today?' She answered that her boss saw how diligent she was working and, for some reason today, pulled out a thick wad of cash—tens of thousands—and gave it all to Hu Tingting. Look, here," he added, "Hu Tingting just gave me ten thousand too."

As Dongzi spoke, he reached into his pocket. When he pulled out the bundle of bright red notes, Zhou Huan's eyes immediately widened. "Was it like this when she gave it to you just now?"

"Yes, yes, it was exactly like this when she gave it to me..." As he spoke, he stared at the money in his hand and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. "What... what is this?" The money in Dongzi's hand was indeed a large stack of red bills, but the portrait printed on them was of Yama, the King of Hell, and the bank signature at the bottom read "Heaven and Earth Bank," with denominations starting at billions per note.

Zhou Huan nodded. "I know. Let me ask you something else: when she went to the restroom last, did she do anything unusual?"

"No, nothing special. She just clutched her handbag tightly, afraid we wouldn't help her watch her money or that it might get lost." As Dongzi spoke, he glanced back at the stack of joss paper in his hand, growing increasingly nervous. This was truly horrifying. It was clearly a stack of real currency just a moment ago, but now...

Da Luobo added from behind, "Brother Huan, that woman's eyes looked different just now. When she was about to go to the restroom, her gaze was intensely captivating. I really wanted to smack her for daring to try and seduce my man!"

"You say her eyes were captivating? Wasn't she completely drunk? Who was she trying to seduce?" Zhou Huan pressed Da Luobo.

Da Luobo affirmed with certainty, "Oh, come on, how could she be drunk? Have you ever heard of someone getting drunk from drinking Sprite? Now, Dongzi, that big fool, he drank like he hadn't seen alcohol in lifetimes—a whole bottle of baijiu and several beers, all down the hatch." After speaking, Da Luobo turned to look at Dongzi with undisguised dissatisfaction.

Hearing Da Luobo, Zhou Huan instantly understood. When she went to the restroom, the smell of alcohol she projected when she ran into Zhou Huan was borrowed. Her drunkenness was faked. But what Zhou Huan was certain of now was that Hu Tingting had been possessed. Why hadn't he noticed? Because when a person is heavily intoxicated, they feel similar to how they feel when possessed.

"Alright, now I know. Dongzi, find a place to burn that bundle of spirit money, and then come find me; I need to deal with the body." With that, Zhou Huan and Shi Bingyuan left the private room. Zhou Huan pulled out a notebook and a pen from his bag, recording notes on one side while preparing talisman papers on the other.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the women's restroom, he began burning the talismans. Turning around, he was about to tell the forensic examiner to take the body away when he suddenly noticed a look of confusion in Shi Bingyuan's eyes.

"Bingyuan, is something bothering you?" Zhou Huan asked, puzzled.

Shi Bingyuan pointed toward the restroom with his finger. "No wonder our compasses weren't working in the restroom earlier. Because this is a restroom, it means the soul we encountered this time isn't ordinary. It’s at least someone who knows the trade, or a spirit that frequently causes trouble."

Zhou Huan pondered deeply, then waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it. Hu Tingting's soul is probably wandering in the Middle Yin Realm now, and we can't pull it out. Because once we move her body away from the immediate scene of death, our Soul Anchoring Technique and Soul Summoning Technique become useless. We can only let her spiritual body drift aimlessly, and we'll be helpless."

Xiao He leaned close to Zhou Huan's ear. "Brother Huan, there's a dead body. If this keeps going, it’s not sustainable. I can’t account for this on my end, and since every death is linked to Dongzi, if I don't investigate clearly, Dongzi might get implicated."

"I'll investigate, immediately! Xiao He, you hold the line for me for now. It looks like I’ll have to make another solemn promise. This time, the ghost seems highly intelligent. It knows how to fight us, how to evade our talismans, and how to use diversionary tactics. In short, this ghost is extraordinary. I will write all this down in the spiritual autopsy report and submit it with the paranormal report. My dear, you'll have to work hard again!"

"It's alright. I truly don't want to see another death. A human life is singular; how one dies can vary, but dying like this is simply too worthless." As she spoke, Xiao He's eyes welled up.

Zhou Huan took out tissues and gently wiped away her tears. He knew best that Xiao He was thinking of her child. This trauma had struck her too deeply. No matter how strong she acted outside, she was still a woman, and her vulnerability only manifested beside the one she loved.

"Xiao He, let's handle the body first. Don't get too emotional. We still have a long road ahead of us!" Zhou Huan consoled her. Xiao He nodded, suppressing her feelings, and finally stopped her tears, though her eyes were noticeably red. Xiao He arranged for the forensic team to process the scene, and then Zhou Huan called Hong Kun.

He said on the phone, "Hong Kun, immediately cancel all current jobs we have. From now on, we won't take any new cases until this incident is completely resolved."

Zhou Huan recalled the streak of white light from earlier. That light seemed pre-arranged, giving Zhou Huan no chance to discover it, and it even led him into the filth of the restroom before sneaking away right under his nose. This demonstrated a capability that made Zhou Huan recall a case he had handled in a past life. Although the circumstances weren't identical, the one similarity was that the troublesome spirits in both cases were cunning and masters of various forms of spiritual transformation. It seemed Zhou Huan was facing a ghost with abilities approaching those of the Immortal Realm.

"Master, the scene is clear. What now?" Shi Bingyuan had waited beside Zhou Huan for at least an hour, and Dongzi had slept soundly at the table for quite a while too.

Zhou Huan snapped out of his memories and contemplation. "Let's go. Back to Fushou Hall. I need to formulate a complete plan; otherwise, we are too reactive."

Shi Bingyuan gathered Dongzi and Da Luobo and got into Zhou Huan's car. Zhou Huan drove straight back to Fushou Hall. Upon arrival, it felt like preparing for a major battle. Everyone's nerves were taut, and the atmosphere grew significantly heavier.