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

"This feels good." Xiajun swung his umbrella as he waited for a cab. "I barely walk nowadays, well, ever since I got my car." He thought of his uncle and how his back hurt every time he got away from his desk. "*Sigh* Maybe getting my car crashed was a blessing in disguise."


He got into a taxi and soon, he was being dropped off at Běijíxīng Hospital. He glanced up, shielding his eyes from the sun which had just emerged after a few days of rain. It seemed he didn't need an umbrella after all. The white building towered down, peering over Xiajun as he hurried up the steps and went into the hospital, where everything was abustle.


He hung his umbrella on a line of wall hooks by the door and proceeded to the front desk.


"Hello, I'm here to visit Patient#9059."


The man behind the desk looked up, his look not one of recognition.


"What is your relation to the patient?" he replied, checking his register.


Xiajun pulled out his card. "I'm Detective Jun. I'm a close associate of Mr. Wu Donghai. He has me under his son's allowed visitors."


The man stared up at Xiajun till he finished with a look of complete disdain. "Okay, thank you so much for giving me your introduction. The thing is," he sighed, "Patient#9059 is no longer under our care."


"Yes, he was moved to Care Hospital a few days ago."


If Xiajun was surprised, he did not show it. This was very strange, since he hadn't been informed of this transfer beforehand. "May I make a call?"


The man behind the front desk nodded and went back to work.


Xiajun pulled out his phone, dialed a number and put it to his ear.


Xiajun sighed, massaging his nose bridge before catching a glimpse of the man behind the front desk who had a discouraging frown on his face. Xiajun lowered his voice. "This is Detective Jun. You moved your son to another hospital without me knowing?"


"Do you not know of this, CEO Wu?" Xiajun paced the waiting room restlessly. "Yanlin was transferred to Care Hospital a few days ago."


For a while, CEO Wu didn't say a word. "A-Are you sure? I never authorized a transfer."


"Sir," Xiajun approached the front desk again, "are you sure patient#9059 was moved? His name is Wu Yanlin. Please take a look again."


The man sighed and did what he was told, but his answer remained unchanged. "Yes, sir. It says right here that Patient#9059, Wu Yanlin is not under our care any longer. Would you like the address to Care Hospital?"


"I would appreciate it." He turned back to the phone. "Look, CEO, call Care Hospital and see what's going on and I'll go visit on your behalf. How can you not know if your own son is being moved between hospitals? Isn't he still under a coma?"


Xiajun sighed and ended the call. He took the slip of paper from the receptionist and put it in his pocket before heading out, almost forgetting his umbrella in the hurry.


He needed to head to Care Hospital at once!


A Transfer?