On the bus, the officer was registering the identity of the female ghost.
"Name!"
Female ghost: "Panjia Shi."
"Age!"
Female ghost: "Over five hundred years old, I suppose..."
"Where are you from, ghost?"
Female ghost: "..."
"Local ghost."
"How did you die?"
Holding a bellyful of anger, the female ghost glanced at the Taoists beside her and said, "Don't go too far!"
Seeing the female ghost's emotions obviously going through violent fluctuations,
an old officer came over and stopped the young comrade who was taking notes.
"Alright, alright, what's the point of asking these questions?"
The old officer didn't know what else to say.
This young officer, just graduated from the police academy and newly assigned, didn't understand anything yet—speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts.
It's one thing to ask these questions of a living person.
But of a ghost who's been dead for over five hundred years, you're asking all this mess of questions.
