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

It was only because he had stalked the man online did Xiajun know that Leo Francis went on morning walks religiously.


At once, Xiajun got into the elevator along with a few more people, and the moment the piled out on the fourth floor, Xiajun, too, made his way to the left, where rooms were marked from 35 to 50. He stopped in front of a door engraved with the number '40' on the front and pressed his ear to the white wood, expecting to hear some disturbance from the other side. Fortunately for him, everything was silent and the only sound in the corridor was a distant whirr made by the movement of a food trolley.


Carefully, Xiajun slid the key into its hole and turned it with a click. He eased the door back and stood in the threshold, inspecting the room's appearance.


It was the same as his, but the furniture had been pushed around a bit to make space for a gigantic suitcase smackdab in the middle of the rug. Xiajun circled around it.


"This could carry a dead pony," he commented, kicking the side of the suitcase with his foot. Then he scratched his ear and walked around a bit, checking out the rest of the room. The bed had been already made and the coffee pot on the counter was still full. The blinds were drawn over the windows and the nightstand was clean except for a set of glasses and a handkerchief.


Xiajun slammed shut the drawer and sighed. He had expected to gain some clues after snooping around in Leo's hotel room, since he had been staying here even when Wu Yanlin had been discovered battered up.


Defeated, Xiajun stood in front of the suitcase and flipped it open. He had expected to discover clothes and other amenities, but what he saw was nothing he could have prepared himself for.


The bright red suitcase was full of guns.


Xiajun staggered back, his eyes wide. Guns? Xiajun pulled his jacket sleeve over his hand and picked one up. These weren't a child's playthings. Actual guns. Xiajun sifted his covered hand through the pile and it seemed as if there were a 100 or so guns.


He flipped the suitcase shut and zipped it up to make a point. He checked his appearance in the wall mirror and walked out, then locked the room with his key. Xiajun walked down the corridor and down the staircase, forgoing the elevator since he didn't want to be around people at the moment.


"T-Thank you, sir," said the receptionist when he returned the key to her. "That was quite fast. Were you able to set up the surprise in such a short time?"


Xiajun peered at his watch; he had been gone seven minutes.


"You don't need to worry," he replied, tapping the counter with his finger. "Focus on your work." With those parting words, he hurried to his room so he could go visit the hospital. 


When Leo stepped into the lobby after his morning run, he noticed through the corner of his eye that the receptionist was looking at him a strange way.


"What?" he retorted as he walked by her. 


"Nothing, sir." She smiled. "Happy birthday."


Leo frowned and walked away, not bothering to give her a response. 'How strange,' he thought to himself. Had she confused him with his sister? The thought made him irritated and he continued to his hotel room in a gruff silence. 


The corridor that led to his room was empty, yet he felt like he was being watched. Quickly, Leo felt for his key but a painful thwack on the back of his head made him stand still. A second later, he fell to his knees, unconscious, and a man pulled him by the feet inside his room 


He locked the door and threw the key out the window before continuing down the corridor like nothing had happened.


Strike Two