Chapter 57 Fifty-seven. Michelia

   It's ten minutes until twelve o'clock.

   Alpha Street, a translucent figure floated into an ordinary house.

  The door was closed, and it was close to the afternoon when every family was preparing to cook or eat, and the couple in this house was no exception. It's just that they sat at the table in the empty corner. The male host sighed, and the female host's eyes were reddish.

   Michelia naturally landed in the empty space, dumbly facing the opposite side of the dining table and muttering to herself.

   (The interview is postponed until tomorrow, I will go tomorrow morning.)

   (It’s okay, the students are already familiar with it, and I told the professor, he agreed with me to go to work.)

   (Um... very good, my classmates are very good to me.)

   (No, the classmates and the others are very nice, they didn’t… bully me. Hmm…)

  …

   In front of the desk, Lu Li leaned into the boss chair. Behind the desk, Oliver's cousin sat upright.

   "My name is Joanna, and my cousin wants me to take over his job, but he didn't say anything, just told me that I can see everything I want to see here." Joanna explained the complete process in a straightforward manner.

   "It's no longer recruiting." Lu Li replied. The detective agency is not suitable for recruiting irrelevant people, even Oliver's cousin, and he is still thinking about who the previous interviewee was.

   "Is that so..." Joanna frowned and took off her mask.

   A sweet face emerges, dotted with freckles.

   "I need it now." Lu Li changed his words temporarily.

   A familiar look of contempt came to him.

  Joanna showed a sweet smile: "You are a very real detective, I like it. But frankly, I always feel that my brother is lying to me, just like he always does..."

  The bitter fruit left by Oliver undoubtedly made Lu Li take some time to explain.

  "So?" With his elbows on the armrests, lightly pressing against his chin, Lu Li gently spit out two words.

   "Can you prove it?" Joanna was a little excited, and then added: "Just a moment."

  Lu Li tilted his head slightly, his black eyes looking at the air.

   He couldn't see Anna, but it didn't prevent him from communicating with Anna.

  Anna understood, and the next moment, everything on the desk floated up.

   "This is your power!?" Joanna's eyes flashed with excitement.

   The voice fell, and the floating debris scattered, and the table was covered with a clatter.

  A pen fell off the table and rolled to his feet.

   "Obviously not." Lu Li frowned and said in a low voice, "I'll sort it out later."

   "Oh—" Anna pursed her lips.

   Looking back, Lu Li found that the girl across the table was full of excitement and curiosity.

   "What are you talking to!?" she asked eagerly.

   "Just what you think."

  Joanna put her hands on the table and leaned forward: "Can I meet you!"

  Lu Li raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure you want to see a ghost?"

   "Hmm!" Joanna nodded heavily.

   Lu Li leaned into the boss chair, tilted his head and said, "Do you want to come out?"

"OK!"

   There was a crisp sound beside Lu Li, and a ghost appeared beside Lu Li.

  Joanna blinked, and then saw an illusory silhouette beside Lu Li.

   "This is..." There was no fear or fear in Joanna's eyes, only the excitement of seeing the person she longed for. She even raised her hand to touch Anna.

   "Hmm..." Still very timid, Anna stepped back behind Lu Li.

   "So when can I get hired!" Joanna asked hastily.

   "Have you decided?"

"Um!"

  Lu Li pondered for a moment, then shook his head gently: "The performance of impulsiveness does not represent a person's long-term state - in order to confirm that you are qualified for this job, you must first prove that you are still willing to accept it after thinking calmly."

   "How long do I have to wait?"

   "Um... three days later."

   Lu Li roughly said a number. Three days off for work. If Joanna still insists at that time, she will leave behind this girl who has some kind of obsession with incredible phenomena.

The    detective agency became quiet as Oliver's cousin left.

   "No one will come for an interview, right?" Anna looked at the door curiously.

   "Probably not." Lu Li stood up.

"Where are you going?"

  Lu Li picked up the windbreaker on the hanger and put it on. He turned around and said, "Buy a newspaper and see if something happened today that we don't know about."

   Ten minutes later, Lu Li returned to the detective agency, holding a newspaper today that still smelled of ink.

   Anna's curious eyes, Lu Li returned to the desk, sat down, and handed over the newspaper: "In the fourth page."

   "Really?" Anna took the newspaper, flipped to the back of the newspaper, and read out the title above seriously and slowly: "Student from Priss Noble Academy committed suicide last night..."

   "She's dead!?" Anna exclaimed.

   Lu Li rubbed his brows: "Yes. She is a ghost, which is Michelia in her own story."

   "How is that possible! How can I not feel it if it is a ghost?"

   "Are you asking me?" Lu Li glanced with his black eyes.

   "Hmm..." Anna, who felt stupid, covered her mouth and continued to look.

  The story is written in the newspaper. Michelia is a noble child. She bullied her classmates during school, let gangsters bully female classmates, mixed with local gangsters, had abortions, and trafficked people...

   "Why is this person like this, he looks so pretty and yet he is a bad person!" Anna cried out angrily. "Will she come tomorrow?"

   "Maybe."

   "Then we'll deal with this ghost."

"Is it……"

  Lu Li did not respond, and looked out the window thoughtfully.

  …

   In the early morning of the next day, the residents of Elfa Street saw a rare lively scene.

   "Hello, I'm a reporter from the Daily Hot News, may I ask what you think of those female classmates who were bullied by your daughter?"

   "Are all the news that the students heard true? For example, she poured urine on her roommate's bed and violated the school rules, do you understand?"

   In front of a residential building, the entrance was bustling with people. There were residents and pedestrians watching the excitement, as well as journalists trying to squeeze into the door.

   Even the gloomy sky and the drizzle could not stop the noise.

   "The victim girls are still receiving psychotherapy. What do you two want to say to these people who were bullied by their daughters?"

   "There are rumors that Michelia's father is a municipal official, so he is causing trouble at the school. Is it true?"

   Reporters are still asking loudly.

"No! My daughter was killed by a bunch of son of a **** students! It's all a lie!" At this moment, Michelia's father stood in the doorway, his calloused palms and sun-tanned arms struggled. Resist the crowd of reporters.

The noise of    came into the house. The mother hid in her daughter's bedroom, recalling the past, and washing her face with tears.

   The almost transparent girl in white dress floated above the bed, her once delicate face was pale and stiff, her once clear and bright eyes were blocked by a gray haze.

   The weeping woman could not see her.

   (end of this chapter)