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Chapter 1312 - 906 Animals are not allowed to become spirits_2

Chapter 1312: 906 Animals are not allowed to become spirits_2

"Truly speaking from the heart, huh."

Cao Jinse hadn’t expected this guy to be so forthright. After momentarily zoning out, she replied, "What’s that supposed to mean? Showing off?"

"What’s there to show off?"

Cao Jinse glanced again at the kaleidoscope of personnel files on the computer screen. "A lot of people are curious about this dance troupe nowadays, eager to see their performance firsthand. You’ve fulfilled their dreams, General Jiang. Let me interview you — what are your thoughts afterwards? Any evaluation of the troupe?"

Now that’s what you call perspective.

Boss Jiang wasn’t about to back down either. After a brief moment of contemplation, he responded earnestly, "If you’re asking about my feelings... I can only say I have no desire to go a second time."

Cao Jinse didn’t flinch and continued questioning, "You weren’t satisfied with their services?"

"Performance" turned into "services."

Probably a slip of the tongue.

Even if it wasn’t, it didn’t seem to matter much.

The Hang Seng Dance Troupe might be unique in name, but there are countless similar organizations.

For someone like Cao Jinse, these things were old news.

"Had Taoist Duanmu not rushed over just in time, I might not have made it out."

Cao Jinse shot a surprised glance at the young Taoist nun, whose driving was indeed stable.

For men, fooling around was hardly a big deal in her eyes.

But having someone like this follow him around? That was another level entirely.

Don’t mistake the tiger’s calmness for being some cuddly Hello Kitty.

If Blood Guanyin found out her junior was taken to a place like that...

"Alright, stop talking. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear any of this."

Jiang Chen was cut short. He looked at Cao Jinse for a moment, likely guessing what she was thinking, and explained, "You might have misunderstood. The Hang Seng Dance Troupe isn’t what the rumors outside say it is."

Cao Jinse might not have witnessed the dance troupe’s performance, but she knew these types of organizations all too well.

There’s no smoke without fire.

The masses do love to fantasize.

But one undeniable truth remains:

The debauchery of the elite is so sordid, even the wildest imaginations of the commoners couldn’t grasp it.

So when Jiang Chen denied it, she was genuinely surprised. Her pupils contracted slightly, and her expression showed no clues as she replied coldly, "Then what are they?"

Could the Hang Seng Dance Troupe really be as mystical as he implied?

One visit and this guy’s head was already spinning, eager to defend its name?

Surely this guy wasn’t that hopeless, right?

True, those photos on the personnel files displayed faces as fresh as blooming flowers, but no matter how beautiful, there was someone quasi-divine following him around every day.

Comparison is the enemy of all things.

When compared to the focused driving of the young Taoist nun, the women in the photos on the computer screen instantly paled into insignificance, appearing as nothing but cheap, gaudy embellishments.

"The Hang Seng Dance Troupe’s performance was deeply nostalgic."

"Nostalgic?"

Jiang Chen nodded, describing frankly and with sincerity his true impressions. "Have you ever seen ’Mountain Village Corpse’? Do you know Chu Renmei?"

Cao Jinse was genuinely pulled off balance, unable to keep up with the flow. She was a seasoned veteran, familiar with all types of encounters, yet she had never met someone this erratic.

Why had the conversation suddenly taken a turn toward films?

But of course, Cao Jinse had seen "Mountain Village Corpse."

Not just her — her older brother had regarded this horror film as the shadow of his childhood.

"Are you saying you saw a ghost?"

Quick thinking indeed.

Or perhaps:

True mind-reading.

Jiang Chen hadn’t expected her to grasp it instantly. After a moment of bewilderment, he solemnly nodded.

"Not a ghost, a person acting like one."

What a candid recount, holding nothing back.

Cao Jinse’s mind wandered.

She wondered if she had misunderstood him.

It seemed she vaguely understood the gist of what he was trying to say.

"So you’re saying, the performance by the Hang Seng Dance Troupe was an enactment of Chu Renmei from ’Mountain Village Corpse’?"

Jiang Chen nodded again, flashing her a look of admiration for her perceptiveness.

"You have no idea what I went through — the lights were all turned off, pitch darkness, not even being able to see your own hand, while background music from a horror film played. Then a woman dressed as Chu Renmei stood on a crimson stage, dancing stiffly with her back to you..."

Jiang Chen began detailing every nuance of the scene, attempting to transport her there.

It must be admitted:

His storytelling abilities were remarkable. Cao Jinse had already conjured the scene vividly in her mind.

Although she’d grown into a woman whom countless men found intimidating to even make eye contact with, her whole body now seemed unable to resist a chill of unease.

It wasn’t about courage.

Anyone who’d watched that film as a child would harbor a lasting respect for "Aunt Chu."

Their gaze met.

Cao Jinse’s tone became heavier.

"You’re messing with me."

"..."

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, realizing his story might have been too far-fetched and bizarre. He explained, "You’re free not to believe me, but everything I’ve said is factual. Geng Zhida probably didn’t know this would be the act showcased to me, but what appeared before my eyes was exactly the scene I described."

"Why? Why would the Hang Seng Dance Troupe do this? What do they gain from impersonating ghosts and pranking you? Without you, who would take over this mess?"

Cao Jinse fired questions relentlessly, each piercingly sharp.

"You’re absolutely right — the whole haunting act aimed at pranking me, but it wasn’t the Hang Seng Group behind it."

Cao Jinse’s pupils contracted, but before she could speak, Jiang Chen continued, "According to Geng Zhida, the one originally supposed to perform for me should’ve been the troupe’s leader, this woman named Bai Jie."

Jiang Chen reached out to pull up the file on the computer.

Cao Jinse turned her gaze back to the laptop.

"But the reality is, the performer — the one who played Chu Renmei — wasn’t her."

"I just flipped through all these files and couldn’t find that person anywhere."

Cao Jinse said nothing.

She seemed to grasp eighty to ninety percent of his meaning.

But her mind still felt thoroughly muddled, for the first time questioning her own intelligence.

"If you can’t make sense of it, don’t worry. Sometimes, certain things and certain people simply defy normal reasoning." Jiang Chen kindly offered reassurance.

"..."

Cao Jinse wasn’t sure if she ought to thank him at this point.

"The dossier Geng Zhida gave me is complete — that’s for sure. He wouldn’t fabricate something like this, nor resort to such low-level tricks; no sane person would. He really had no clue."

Jiang Chen glanced at the laptop resting on Cao Jinse’s legs, speaking unhurriedly and without emotion, "Although I didn’t find the corresponding photo or record here, I believe I know who that performer was."

"Who?"

Cao Jinse cut straight to the chase.

"The one I asked you to investigate last time."

Jiang Chen’s voice was calm.

"The Fujiwara Clan."

"Fujiwara Reiki."

Cao Jinse’s gaze gradually hardened.

The car fell into silence.

The laptop was closed.

"Are you sure?"

"If you’re asking for absolute certainty, I can’t guarantee it."

Jiang Chen’s answer had finesse.

"As for my connection with her, I’ve already mentioned to you before — the East Sea’s espionage case against Jinhai Industry likely originated from her family’s handiwork."

"For a Fujiwara Family heiress, she sure has a lot of free time. Or is her interest in you just that strong?"

Indeed.

Jiang Chen’s ghost story was curious enough on its own, but placing the performer as a member of an East Asian mega-conglomerate made it even more theatrical.

"Who knows."

Jiang Chen’s face showed a trace of helplessness. "She’s like a ghost herself, appearing at random and sticking around like an unshakable phantom. She should be in the Capital City now, so..."

Jiang Chen got straight to the point, "Why not catch her?"

"On what grounds?"

Cao Jinse didn’t waste time.

"Suspected of espionage activities."

"..."

Cao Jinse’s gaze seemed indistinguishable from how one would look at an idiot.

"An accusation that heavy — you think we can just throw it around? Plus, she’s a Fujiwara heiress. Have you actually been scared silly by Chu Renmei?"

"Then deport her."

Jiang Chen kept throwing out ideas.

"We’re a country of etiquette. Whether you arrest or expel her, you’ll need proper evidence first." Cao Jinse’s face turned deadpan.

"The law explicitly prohibits animals from becoming spirits and bans feudalistic superstitions. Her ghost act — doesn’t that count as evidence?"

Cao Jinse widened her eyes.

Jiang Chen remained utterly solemn.