Who says vengeful ghosts can't go on blind dates?

Hengjiang Residential Area.

After a busy day, Ren Zhizhe finally drove home in his ghost car.

After running over the security guard who was still lying on the road again, he reluctantly parked the ghost car back in the "underground garage".

After doing all this, he dragged his slightly tired body from the journey and opened the door to return home.

The residential buildings in Hengjiang Community have elevators. However, they are not the modern kind, but rather simple lifts.

Because his home was on a low floor, Ren Zhizhe had never used the elevator before, so he didn't know if it was any good or not.

"Let me make a call first. Hmm, I guess I won't have time to meet with the agent."

He had intended to finish all his work today. However, the bank was unusually enthusiastic towards him, a major client with a huge amount of deposits.

Therefore, Ren Zhizhe was a bit exhausted from all the commotion.

He took out the shell beetle and, amidst the beetle's terrified gaze, began to pluck off the long string of shell beetle legs.

With a hysterical scream, the call connected.

"Ah, it's me." Ren Zhizhe leaned back on the sofa. "I'd like to talk to you again about blind dates. Are you free lately?"

"Yes, sir. I've been staying in room 461 of the Beixia Hotel recently."

The real estate agent politely stated his location.

Because of the rules governing murder, he was quite sensitive to language. So, almost instantly, he understood the underlying meaning in Ren Zhizhe's words.

"What do you think of that blind date?" the matchmaker asked.

This was not a test, but something he had to ask.

He vaguely knew why Ren Zhizhe had sought him out.

Since the topic of blind dates has come up, it must be that the human player failed to satisfy Ren Zhizhe.

Then, the real estate agent needs to get to the bottom of things. He needs to plan carefully, otherwise Ren Zhizhe might be unhappy tomorrow.

But if Ren Zhizhe is dissatisfied... he might die.

"It's alright," Ren Zhizhe replied in a relatively polite manner.

"I'm so sorry I haven't been able to satisfy you, sir. Could you please explain in detail why?"

When Ren Zhizhe heard the real estate agent say that, he hesitated for a moment.

Seemingly feeling that he really needed to give an explanation, and perhaps also to help the matchmaker find new blind dates, he briefly recounted what had happened.

"I'll tell you the specifics when I see you tomorrow."

"Yes, sir. In that case, I don't think the other party did it intentionally. Perhaps that person had no choice, sir."

The shady real estate agent said something unexpected.

"Um?"

Ren Zhizhe was originally somewhat carefree. But upon hearing these words, he frowned slightly.

If a company is destined to be unprofitable, then Ren Zhizhe will never invest in it, but will instead try to find ways to help the company become profitable.

Instead of spending a lot of effort helping a company become profitable, it's better to look for other companies that are still profitable.

But he wouldn't directly bring up this matter with the shady real estate agent.

When he disagrees with someone's point of view, he usually chooses to remain silent or give a perfunctory response.

He will only try his best to find a suitable reason if he absolutely has to react. For example—

"You mean, she also has strengths that haven't been revealed yet?"

Since the matchmaker is willing to speak up for the blind date, it means that the potential value of the blind date is worth it for him to do so.

"Well, I just feel that your blind date didn't perform as expected," the matchmaker said, avoiding the topic.

He didn't know much about humans, and he knew nothing about Jiang Xiaowei's situation, so he couldn't answer any of Ren Zhizhe's questions at all.

He asked this question simply to gauge Ren Zhizhe's attitude towards that human player.

Only by adopting this attitude can he decide whether to find a human to go on a blind date with Ren Zhizhe or to find a vengeful ghost to go on a blind date with Ren Zhizhe.

"Didn't perform to their expected standard?"

"Yes. Based on your description, I think it's possible that your blind date was too shy or nervous."

The shady real estate agent started blatantly lying.

But what he said was actually quite reasonable and well-founded.

Humans are easily afraid, anxious, and terrified when they are around vengeful ghosts.

If translated into alternative words suitable for fooling Ren Zhizhe, then of course it would become shyness, nervousness, and social anxiety.

"As for her leaving without a word... maybe she encountered an emergency?" The shady real estate agent really knew how to make up a story.

Leaving without a word probably meant they had completed the task of the eerie game and returned to the human world.

Now that he had a rough idea of ​​the cause and effect, he could use the power of the rules of murder to try to guide Ren Zhizhe's thinking in a simple way.

"But remaining completely silent is also..."

"That is indeed her problem. But I assure you, she is definitely acting this way because she is not in good health."

Ren Zhizhe remained silent, lost in thought.

He was initially pondering the ghost broker's words. But halfway through his thought, he quickly realized something.

Is the real estate agent speaking up for Jiang Xiaowei?

He suddenly felt that the real estate agent was just giving him the runaround.

The thought that the matchmaker hadn't exchanged phone numbers with either party before the meeting suddenly made Ren Zhizhe's mood worse.

Because it was only a phone conversation, the ghost agent was unaware of Ren Zhizhe's emotional changes.

At this point, he also wanted to take this opportunity to further persuade people using his own rules:

"Sir, surely your dissatisfaction goes beyond this? Are you also unhappy with her behavior in the coffee shop?"

Ren Zhizhe remained silent for a while. Perhaps because the intermediary's questions were slightly more normal this time, he decided to put the matter aside for the time being and settle accounts with the intermediary later.

"A little."

"I understand, sir. I will convey your message to the other party." Mistaking silence for thought, the ghost intermediary failed to notice the subtle change in Ren Zhizhe's attitude.

He was making plans in his mind.

If you want to guide Ren Zhizhe's thinking, you must first take control of the topic.

That's why he asked that question earlier.

But this was only half the battle.

Ren Zhizhe was also the kind of ghost who was good at communicating with words, so it wasn't easy for him to really steer the conversation. In order to avoid the other party noticing his subtle actions, the ghost intermediary could only proceed little by little.

But Ren Zhizhe seemed a little annoyed.

When he saw that the real estate agent's last words were no longer in favor of the woman, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"It's not convenient to talk about this over the phone, let's talk about it when I call you tomorrow. You should find a new blind date as soon as possible, and remember to exchange information with me beforehand. It's best not to give me any more perfunctory answers."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that his rules for killing had indeed been suppressed, the ghost broker immediately began to make excuses for himself.

"Please rest assured, I have already found you a new blind date."

This is fake. Before figuring out whether Ren Zhizhe wants a human or a vengeful ghost, he plans to observe a little longer.

"So fast?" Ren Zhizhe raised an eyebrow.

"If you need it, I can arrange it for you immediately..."

"No need to rush. It's hard to explain over the phone, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Ren Zhizhe indeed decided to meet with him tomorrow.

"Okay, sir." The shady agent didn't press the issue further, but instead accepted the way Ren Zhizhe offered and went along with it.

"That's settled then. I'll come to the hotel to find you tomorrow morning. We can talk about it in more detail then."

"Yes, sir," the shady agent quickly replied.

Ren Zhizhe then hung up the phone.

He continued to lie on the sofa, casually placing the shell beetle aside.

At this point, the shell beetle's detached legs had not yet fully grown back.

But the shellfish worms don't care about any of that.

Almost the instant Ren Zhizhe let go, the seashell beetle swiftly moved its remaining short legs and fled, scurrying under the sofa like a frightened kitten.

Ren Zhizhe did not notice the shell worm's little movements.

He stared blankly at the ceiling above him, staring at the glowing eye-shaped light bulb.

After staring at each other for a while, the light bulb was the first to look away. But Ren Zhizhe remained staring blankly at the light bulb, his mind still preoccupied with plans for tomorrow.

Beixia Hotel.

He remembered that place.

The Beixia Hotel is located at the easternmost part of this urban area, and you have to drive through about half of the old city to get there.

Fortunately, nothing else is happening tomorrow.

All the necessary procedures with the bank have been completed, and the negotiations with the movie theater were almost finalized yesterday. There's basically nothing else to worry about.

He lay there for a while longer until the streetlights outside Hengjiang Community came on.

Except for the slums, almost all other residential areas have lights.

Even so, perhaps due to the property management, the lights in Hengjiang Community are still turned on later than in other areas.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor were exceptionally sensitive.

Whenever someone passes by, the motion-activated light will open its eyes, emit a red light, and turn any living thing it sees into a stone statue.

But doing so could easily offend a vengeful spirit.

Currently, the voice-activated lights on several floors have been turned on by the murderous rules of the haunted homeowners.

The property management company once sent a ghost to fix it, but the unlucky guy they sent always got killed by the homeowner.

Ren Zhizhe went to the bathroom first. After coming out, he turned and went into the bedroom.

Lying in bed, he recalled the words the ghost broker had used to defend Jiang Xiaowei.

The shady agent was just giving him the runaround.

He had given the other party so much money, but it turned out the other party was just giving him the runaround.

But he doesn't intend to pursue this matter. Or rather, he doesn't intend to for the time being.

He turned over and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.

It's time to rest.

……

the next day.

Perhaps because he was too tired yesterday, Ren Zhizhe got up much later than usual.

When he got out of bed, the blanket was still tightly wrapped around his neck. It took Ren Zhizhe quite a bit of effort to get out of bed, and then a considerable amount of time to put on the clothes that were scattered all over the room.

He first quickly cleaned himself up, and then quickly tidied himself up.

He went downstairs and, as usual, headed towards his usual restaurant.

The security guards on the street have disappeared.

I don't know if he got up and ran away or was taken away by the cleaner... Considering that the security guard wasn't completely run over by the ghost car, the probability that he got up and escaped is higher.

After a quick breakfast, he rushed to the Beixia Hotel.

Although it's located at the easternmost part of the city, it's anything but shabby.

On the contrary, the Beixia Hotel is very tall, with a full eighteen floors.

However, only floors below the tenth floor are suitable for ghosts to live in, while floors below the fourth floor are suitable for people to live in. Floors from the tenth floor onwards appear to be staff dormitories, where outsiders are prohibited from entering.

The entrance to the Beixia Hotel was quite magnificent.

Although the easternmost part of the city is almost entirely slums, and you can even see rat-like beast-shaped ghosts on the streets, this does not affect the luxury of the Beixia Hotel at all.

Ren Zhizhe stepped into the bright red carpet in front of the door.

The door of Beixia Hotel is always open.

The interior is extremely luxurious, and the decorations are almost all fragile, as if they were deliberately made so that any ghostly guests outside would have to pay for them if they accidentally knocked them over.

As soon as Ren Zhizhe entered, he walked towards the front desk.

A talking rat's head hung at the front desk. Ren Zhizhe remained calm and directly inquired about the location of room 461 at the Beixia Hotel.

Ren Zhizhe didn't waste any time and took the elevator directly to the fourth floor.

Room 461 was at the very end of the corridor. A crooked wooden sign hung on the door, bearing the room number, with several tiny black insects crawling along its edges.

Ren Zhizhe raised his hand and knocked on the door. Strangely, before his hand even touched the door, the door had already made three dull thuds.

"Gah—"

The door opened almost at the same time that Ren Zhizhe finished speaking.

The real estate agent stood inside the door, dressed in a sharp but deathly black suit, with a perfectly respectful smile on his face.

"Sir, you've arrived." The shady real estate agent stepped aside to make way, his movements as fluid as if he had rehearsed countless times.

His gaze swept quickly across Ren Zhizhe's face, as if he were confirming something, but he didn't ask anything.

Ren Zhizhe walked straight in.

As he passed through the entrance hall, he discovered that a vengeful ghost was sitting inside the main hall.

That was a female ghost.

The female ghost sat upright on the sofa in the main hall.

She was wearing a Victorian-style dress with a long train that completely covered her legs.

Behind her was an extremely large insect belly, so large that her dress could not cover it, and the tip of the insect's tail pointed high towards the ceiling.

If you look closely, you can see that the segmented part of the insect's abdomen is dark red, while the rest is black.

"This is..." Ren Zhizhe looked at the ghost intermediary.

Why is there a third party involved when it's clearly a meeting between two people?

The ghost broker immediately understood. Or rather, he had already prepared to introduce the female ghost:

"This is the owner of the Golden Rose Manor, Earl Golos."

Count Golos...and not the Countess?

Ren Zhizhe took it seriously.

In any case, he had to be as polite as possible when facing a count.

But as far as he knew, the Golden Rose Estate was located in another old part of the city, far away, requiring almost half a day's train ride.

Count Golos sat quietly. She glanced at Ren Zhizhe briefly before quickly moving away, seemingly without any intention of greeting him.

"After learning of your arrival, Count Golos wanted to see you... I tried to dissuade her, but she insisted on seeing you."