"You're home, aren't you?" the young female officer, holding a large bunch of keys, stared with her beautiful Phoenix eyes and discontentedly said, "If you're home, why didn't you answer?"
"I…I was sick and just sleeping," Yang Xiao feigned a frail and sickly appearance, as if he would fall over with just a push.
"Why are you opening my door? What do you want to do?" Yang Xiao asked timidly.
"Don't be nervous, we're just here to ask a few questions. We'll leave once we're done and won't disturb your rest," the man leading, pale-skinned and charismatic, not old but very steady in demeanor, pulled out a photo from his breast pocket, held it up, and showed it to Yang Xiao through the bars, "Have you seen this man recently?"
With just a glance, Yang Xiao's gaze was captured by the man in the photo—it was the same policeman who had come to find him not long ago!
No, that's… that's a ghost!