Kuang Feifan detected a distinct note of worry in Feng Tian’s voice and managed only a strained smile, shaking his head. “I’m fine, don’t worry. I wasn’t possessed, it’s just that everything that just happened has left me feeling choked up, deeply unsettled.”

Feng Tian nodded, then fell silent for a moment before speaking, his tone somewhat rough. “Truthfully, when you run into something like this, there’s no perfect solution beyond doing what you can and leaving the rest to fate. You should understand that; I distinctly remember you saying you worked in forensic identification.”

Kuang Feifan let out a sigh, glanced at his watch, and then said, “Let’s go sort out their problem first. We can research everything else tomorrow during the day.”

Feng Tian agreed, scooped up his bag, and headed toward the main door. But once outside, he didn't rush toward 302. Instead, he turned back to Kuang Feifan and commanded, “Take off your shirt.”

“Uh…” Kuang Feifan paused, but having gone through so much with Feng Tian these past few days, he knew the man was full of tricks and wasn't inclined to ask too many questions. He obediently pulled off his outer jacket.

Unexpectedly, Feng Tian waved his hand and added, “Keep going. Take it all off.”

Kuang Feifan rolled his eyes, about to protest, but then he saw Feng Tian set his bag on the floor and start taking off his own shirt.

Before long, both men were down to just tank tops. Kuang Feifan noticed under the dim hallway light that Feng Tian had several fuzzy, varied-sized palm prints clearly marked on his shoulders and back.

Feng Tian dug a small brush out of his bag and handed it to Kuang Feifan. “Don’t look at me. You have some on you too. Use this to sweep mine off, and I’ll do yours in a minute. Don’t mess up the Fang family’s place.”

Whatever that little brush was made of, it wiped away the handprints on Feng Tian in just a few strokes. Then Feng Tian took the brush to sweep Kuang Feifan, clearly showing that these palm prints were different from the “Soul-Lock Seal” Kuang Feifan had endured.

While the two were making a scene in the hallway, someone inside Room 302 heard them. The door was pushed open from within, and He Xufu poked his head out. Seeing them, he quickly asked with an expectant tone, “Well? Is everything settled?”

Just as Feng Tian finished sweeping the handprints off Kuang Feifan, he heard He Xufu’s question and managed an affirmative “Mhm,” signaling Kuang Feifan to put his clothes back on before they both stepped into Room 302.

Mr. Fang and his wife had already cleaned up Fang Yingyu. The young girl appeared normal now, though visibly weak, claiming she felt utterly drained, as if she had just fought off a severe illness.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that seeing the door to 301 ajar, combined with the persistent rumors of hauntings, had gotten to her. As the saying goes: curiosity killed the cat, and tales of ghosts are both terrifying and thrilling. Although Fang Yingyu was usually reserved and gentle, her hidden courage was surprisingly substantial. She naturally seized the opportunity and got hit; fortunately, all she knew was that she felt dizzy and passed out—she was completely unaware of anything that happened afterward, thus avoiding any lasting psychological trauma from fright.

Feng Tian examined the young girl’s body; other than weakness, there was nothing serious. However, to be safe, he suggested she rest at home for three days and then secretly told Mr. Fang that during these three days, a mirror should be hung on every window in the house, any style, facing outward, with three incense sticks burning in front of it—preferably kept lit for the full three days.

The girl, who had been shaken, immediately broke into a happy smile upon hearing she wouldn't have to go to school for three days and quickly forgot all about fainting.

Although Mr. Fang still looked somewhat displeased, learning that Room 301 across the hall was completely cleansed and the lingering issue troubling them was resolved, he dropped his hostile glare toward He Xufu and expressed his gratitude to Feng Tian.

With the matters in 302 finally settled happily, Feng Tian put his arm around He Xufu’s neck as they left the Fang residence and stopped in front of his own unit, 301, where he began instructing He Xufu on how to clean up the apartment.

“You can move in anytime now, but tomorrow morning, you’d best find some help to throw out every piece of furniture in this unit, including the carpet—better to burn it all, just in case someone else takes it and brings bad luck upon themselves. Then, the entire inside and outside of your place must be thoroughly scrubbed with water used for soaking rice. If you’re still worried, you can set up a statue of Zhong Kui in your living room…”

As he spoke, Feng Tian pulled out a business card. “Go to the address on this card. Tell the owner you know me, and he’ll give you a twenty percent discount.”

Hearing this, two words immediately sprang into Kuang Feifan’s mind: Charlatan.

In reality, even if He Xufu kept the apartment, it could only be for personal use. Even though the place was cleaned, the label of a “haunted house” would stick, and the property value would definitely be lower than other homes.

But these were beyond Feng Tian’s control. The only thing he could do was offer He Xufu a substantial discount on the remaining balance.

Even though they all knew the house was clean, the three of them didn't suggest staying there that night. Feng Tian looked at He Xufu and asked, “Have you checked out of the hotel room you’re staying in yet?”

He Xufu shook his head, then immediately understood Feng Tian’s implication and looked troubled. “Mine’s a single room.”

Feng Tian clapped a hand on his shoulder. “No problem, we can make do.”

Saying that, he glanced at Kuang Feifan. When it came to things like this, Kuang Feifan usually just offered a wry smile and avoided interjecting; for him, sleeping anywhere was just sleeping.

Kuang Feifan was currently focused only on two matters: the homicide in Unit 301, Building Three, Futian Garden, and how Feng Tian planned to dispose of the three ghosts he had collected.

That evening, he called Xu Hui. He knew no one here and certainly couldn't interfere with local investigations, so he had to rely on Xu Hui’s connections, as the Major Crimes Unit had a wider network.

Xu Hui was initially utterly bewildered when he answered, wondering what strange whim had driven Kuang Feifan to look for a murder case in another city. But after hearing about the events of the past few days, Xu Hui realized Kuang Feifan had become emotionally invested in this case.

Although the matter seemed thorny, Xu Hui agreed, and he also consented to Kuang Feifan’s supplementary request: to track down the old man who sold the property to He Xufu, because Kuang Feifan had a gut feeling the old man was connected to the homicide.

It was unclear if Feng Tian was truly stingy, but the three men really did endure the night crammed into He Xufu’s single hotel room. Only at dawn did Feng Tian pat the wide-eyed He Xufu and tell him cheerfully, “You can rest easy from now on. After you get home, don’t forget to do what I told you.”

After parting ways with He Xufu, Kuang Feifan asked Feng Tian curiously, “Judging by your tone just now, was there some hidden purpose to suffering through such an ‘inconvenient’ night?”

Feng Tian chuckled. “Having three grown men crammed into one room for a night meant he absorbed enough Yang energy to resist any residual Yin energy left in that apartment.”

Kuang Feifan pouted. It sounded plausible enough, but at that moment, he was more concerned about the three replacement dolls in Feng Tian’s bag.

When this topic came up, Feng Tian could only offer a helpless, wry smile. As he waited for a taxi by the side of the road, he said to Kuang Feifan, “Don’t worry. You take me back to your place, I’ll gather a few things, and then we’ll go check out that small building where you ran into trouble. We’ll take care of this on the way.”

“Take the train? Should I go buy the tickets first?” Hearing Feng Tian intended to accompany him back, Kuang Feifan immediately perked up and eagerly offered.

Feng Tian shook his head, then suddenly asked, “You know how to drive, right?”

Kuang Feifan nodded, not understanding why.

“That’s good. We’ll just take my car then, the two of us,” Feng Tian said with a small smile.

Kuang Feifan was surprised. “You have a car? So all these days we’ve been taking taxis?”

Feng Tian scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “My license was suspended. I can’t help it; if I need a car, I need a driver.”

Following Feng Tian back to his home, Kuang Feifan discovered that Feng Tian lived near the city outskirts in a courtyard-style property with three large tiled-roof houses. Though they looked aged, the structures were definitely sturdy.

A car was parked at the yard entrance, small in stature, completely covered by a cloth that hid it thoroughly, making it impossible to tell the make.

When Feng Tian said he was going home to gather supplies, he was actually replenishing various tools used over the past few days.

After stepping out of the courtyard and locking the main gate behind him, he walked over to the car and yanked the cover off.

Kuang Feifan was momentarily stunned. After a long pause, he managed to ask, “Which generation is this?”

“Must be a Q6 or a Q7, I think,” Feng Tian chuckled.

Saying this, he tossed the car keys to Kuang Feifan.

“Probably changed hands a few times,” Kuang Feifan muttered as he took the keys, opened the door, and settled behind the steering wheel.

Kuang Feifan drove to a gas station and filled the tank. He then asked Feng Tian, “Where to now?”

“Let’s take care of your wish first,” Feng Tian said extremely casually from the back seat.

Kuang Feifan shot him a look through the rearview mirror; the guy really was treating him like a chauffeur, immediately taking the back seat upon entering the car.

“How do we get there?” he asked with resignation.

Feng Tian looked down, rummaged around for a while, and miraculously produced a map, which he handed to Kuang Feifan. Upon opening it, Kuang Feifan saw a route clearly marked out in thick red pen.

Kuang Feifan pointed to the end of the red line. “What’s at the end of the road?”

Feng Tian shrugged. “That’s our first stop, and the place where your wish can be fulfilled.”

Kuang Feifan pursed his lips and mumbled, “Mysterious.”

With that, he started the engine and followed the direction marked on the map.