Suoshi

TW: Bloodshed, Suicide, Trauma
(Disclaimer: MC has no super powers other than being able to see ghosts, even if the cover may imply otherwise)
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[Excerpt:]

"Come out. I want to talk."

It was a full minute before the ghost decided to walk through the wall and came to stand in the middle of the room, right over her death spot. 

She didn't say anything for the longest of whiles and Xiajun had started to worry that Zhaohui would return, so he decided to initiate conversation.

"Your name is," Xiajun remembered from the file he had read, "Miss Zeng Suyin?"

The ghost nodded and stared wide-eyed at Xiajun. "Y-you can see me?"

Her voice was a hoarse whisper, one that suited the dead.
Xiajun tried to hide the shiver that went down his spine.

"I can. In fact, I may be the only one to do so. My confrere will be back any moment now, so we must get this done with. There are some questions I'd like to ask you," Xiajun said as he pulled a pad and a pen out of his pant pocket. Miss Suyin remained silent.

"First of all," he said as he glanced over the ghost of the woman once, "who killed you?"
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Top Detective Li Xiajun has a secret.
Nobody knows that he can see ghosts.
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Ghosts are poor, lost souls that have yet to gain closure and are roaming the lands in hopes that someone would walk by and grant their living wishes.
That's when detective Li Xiajun enters the scene. Since the day he got his vision, he knew something was wrong. People roamed his world that appeared neither living, nor dead...but nobody except him even noticed. 
Now 26 years old, Li Xiajun is in great demand as China's top Private Detective, yet no one knows that he climbed the steps by aid of none other than the very ghosts of the poor victims he was set to investigate.
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Follow Li Xiajun on his journey and witness how the man with an extraordinary gift solves various, otherwise unexplainable cases of human foulness.

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GHOST DETECTIVE: Li Xiajun

As he poured himself some herbal tea he received along with room service, he held his phone to his ears.


"Did you tell someone about me getting assigned the Wu Yanlin case?" he asked before sampling the pale yellow tea. It was slightly sweet and very relaxing.


"No, I think not," answered his uncle. "Why, did someone say something to you?"


Xiajun ignored the prompt. "Are you sure you didn't tell anyone? I'm well aware you tend to spill stuff once you start talking."


Zhang Long snorted. "God, you think I'm a child. I've got better things to tend to than to brag about my nephew all day, okay?"


"For the last time, I haven't said a word. Did something happen? Why are you interested all of a sudden?"


Xiajun bit his lower lip as he thought about the ominous call. 'Consider this a warning' they had said. A warning. He didn't want to ponder over what they meant by that, and for all he knew, he was already being tracked.


"I'm fine." There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Xiajun wondered for a moment if Zhang Long had fallen asleep. ". . .Uncle?"


There came a series of gruesome coughing on the other end of the line, and Xiajun's mouth twitched, tense. "Anyways, did you talk to Zhaohui yet?" Zhang Long muttered. "That boy has been pestering me all day, continuously going in and out, in and out of the building."


Xiajun frowned as he sipped his tea. "What did he say?"


Zhang Long chuckled. "Wouldn't tell me. But I've got to go, have some stuff to do. Ring me whenever you start getting homesick, alright? And stay out of trouble."


"Yes, yes. Of course." Xiajun smiled. "Goodbye."


The line went dead. Xiajun sighed as he realized his uncle hadn't said goodbye to him, but now he was already dialing Zhaohui's number, his mind on other things.


The phone ringed a few times and just when the call was about to go to voicemail, someone picked up.


A happy sigh. "Detective, how do you do? Thank you for returning my call. I had an urgent matter to discuss."


Xiajun put his cup down and pressed the phone to his ear. "Go on."


"The pictures of the two men you sent me to sharpen, I think I might know one of them."


Xiajun almost dropped his phone. "What-what do you mean?"


"Look closely, doesn't one of them have a weird brown stain on the nape?"


Xiajun pulled out the pictures on his phone while he put Zhaohui on speaker. Indeed, he was correct. "It looks like a burn," Xiajun commented.


"Yeah, I think he's the son of Alexander Francis, the foreign ambassador. I heard his son got burnt a couple years ago and it was on the news for a while, too, since the father claimed it wasn't an accident."


Xiajun peered at the image of the man more closely, the one who had pushed Wu Yanlin out of the taxi. "He looks chinese, though?"


Zhaohui said, "I know, that's why I was confused since Alexander Francis has no chinese ancestry. But he does have a chinese wife."


Xiajun licked his lips. This here, this was a lead, and he was very grateful to Zhaohui for the tip. 


"Thanks, Zhaohui. I'm going to look into this," he said, already pulling out his laptop. "Let's talk later."


A Lead