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

Li Xiajun awoke from his slumber due to a loud banging on his hotel door.


"What in the name of God is wrong with this person?" Xiajun muttered angrily as he got up off his bead and slipped on his hotel slippers. He looked a right mess so he grabbed the hotel rob off of his nightstand and pulled it on before opening the door.


"Yes?" Xiajun asked impatiently as he unlocked his door and pulled it open. "Who is it?"


There, before him stood a tiny old lady with a purse clenched to her chest. She was wearing a shawl wrapped around her slumped shoulders and smoky specs over her crooked nose.


"Y-Young man," she croaked as she clenched her purse tighter. "Would you let this dear old lady use the lavatory? I am in a hurry, or I'm afraid I may spill."


Xiajun screwed up his nose in disgust as he speculated the old woman. "There are literally bathrooms lined on each and every wall of The Elysium. One's just around the corner-"


"Young man, I can't hold it in anymore!" the woman screeched as she folded her legs and turned over in what seemed to Xiajun like pain.


"Okay, OKAY! Good God..." Xiajun mumbled as he stood back and allowed the woman to enter. "That white door's to the bathroom. Hurry up."


"Oh, thank you! Thank you, young man," the woman exclaimed as she hurried inside his suite and hobbled over to the bathroom. As she shut herself in, Xiajun sighed and shut his door before going back to sit on his bed, his back to the bathroom door.


'Why must it have been his room where the woman turned up to?' Xiajun wondered bitterly.


Just then, the woman unclicked the bathroom door and came out.


"Done already?" Xiajun called out behind him, but he didn't turn his back to look at the woman. That would seem disrespectful since she had just come out of the bathroom.


"Yes, young man. Thank you so much," the woman uttered. "I'll be off now." With that, Xiajun heard the door to his suite shut and when he had made sure the woman had left, he turned around.


His bedsheet had been stripped off from one side completely. His wallet was missing and most importantly, so was his file on the Black Phantoms. The horror! Xiajun's eyes widened as he realized how the old lady had duped him. She was a thief!


At the speed of lightning, Xiajun dashed out of his room and looked both ways in the corridor for the woman. But she was nowhere in sight. Fretfully, Xiajun turned around corners in search of the grey hair and the little shall but no matter how much he searched, she was never found again.


"Sh*t!" Xiajun seethed as he came back to his room, defeated. How had he not noticed the woman taking his things? Was she that quiet? And how the heck did she disappear from sight in a split of a second? Was her hobbling just an act?


How was he going to get the file of the Black Phantoms back...?


Late Disturbance