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Chapter 325 You Have a Big Heart, Miss Tiffany

Tiffany's single-room apartment had an open kitchen, with the living room area just outside the kitchen.

A small coffee table was placed in front of the sofa, making the space cozy and well-organized. It was

evident that Tiffany took great care in keeping her place tidy and inviting.

Lilly settled herself on the sofa, gripping the glass of fruit juice tightly as she eagerly drank it down,

letting out a contented sigh, "Ah.."

Tiffany filled up another cup of juice for Lilly, her curiosity getting the better of her. She hesitated for a

moment before asking, "Lilly, why did you and your father come here in the middle of the night..."

Based on the encounter with the expensive Hummer earlier, Tiffany deduced that Lilly and her father

must come from a wealthy background, making it unlikely for them to be residing in such a humble

location.

Taking a sip of her juice, Lilly thought of how to lie to her…

No, Daddy said we're not lying, it's called telling white lies.

Hmm... How do I tell a white lie?

She then heard her father casually say, "I work as a part-time detective. I'm currently investigating a

case, and I happened to receive a lead that brought us here."

Tiffany couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Part-time detective?" she thought. "Is that even a real thing? And why would a detective bring his

daughter along during work?"

Blake crossed his arms and began to weave a story, "I had to work late tonight, and my daughter has

been patiently waiting for me in the office since her tutoring session ended. She waited for hours until

now."

Both Tiffany and Lilly had their doubts, but Blake's serious expression and air of authority made them

question their skepticism...

It must be true…

Tiffany asked, "What case are you investigating… Am I related to it?"

Suddenly overcome with nervousness, she wracked her brain, realizing that apart from mindlessly

scrolling through her phone in the middle of the night, she had not committed any guilty actions!

As for the remainder of the incident, he collided with his car during daylight hours...

Blake spoke directly without beating around the bush, stating, "Not too long ago, a girl was murdered,

and her body vanished."

Tiffany was left speechless.

A wave of fear washed over her once more as she realized... the body was gone?!

Her voice trembling, she stuttered, "I... I... I haven't seen it before... No, it can't be here..."

Blake surveyed the room, unsure whether she was present or not.

After all, he had just been informed by Lilly that there was a female ghost trapped in this place.

Additionally, Lilly mentioned that certain individuals had tragically passed away and were unable to

move on from the locations of their deaths.

Based on this information, he had conjured up a myriad of nonsensical theories.

As for the remaining details, he hadn't had an opportunity to discuss matters with Lilly yet, leaving him

with no alternative but to prioritize that conversation.

"Have you noticed any unusual occurrences recently? Or perhaps heard or seen anything out of the

ordinary?"

Blake maintained a stern expression, his lips tightly pressed together, giving the impression that he

meant business.

Tiffany instinctively responded, "N... No..."

Lilly abruptly seized Blake's hand, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "Daddy, the wardrobe..."

Rising from his seat, Blake retrieved a pair of gloves from his pocket.

As he leisurely donned the gloves, he asked in a calm tone, "No? Can you think about it again?"

Lilly admired her father at the side although she did not know what he was doing.

However, she felt that her father was professional.

Was this what Grandma meant when she said he was talking nonsense with a serious face?

Okay, I've got it!

Under the overwhelming presence emanating from Blake, Tiffany felt compelled to respond, her mind

racing with nervous energy. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she hastily exclaimed, "There was!"

She rose from her seat in a state of panic, blurting out, "I've been consistently noticing the stench of

dead mice lately, but I can't pinpoint its source."

As Tiffany uttered those words, a chilling sensation ran down her scalp.

The odor of dead rats... Could it possibly be the smell of corpses?

It meant that the corpse was near the place she was renting, possibly even concealed nearby.

Tiffany's hair stood on end, and she was on the verge of screaming in sheer terror.

Blake, wearing gloves, feigned a casual search, flipping through pages of a book here and there in a

rapid manner.

"When did you first notice the odor? Where did you detect it? And where is the strongest smell?" Blake

interrogated.

Tiffany was taken aback by Blake's rapid-fire questions, causing her entire body to tense up.

"In... in my room... the wardrobe... it's strongest there," Tiffany replied, her voice quivering.

Her entire body was overcome with a chilling sensation as she recalled the peculiar incident earlier—an

eerie voice whispering "Lend me seven years" in her ear, and the lingering handprint on her shoulder. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Trembling, she trailed behind Blake and Lilly, observing them as they entered her room, and proceeded

to open the closet without hesitation.

Blake scanned the surroundings, his gaze eventually fixating on the bottom of the closet.

The wardrobe in question was a drawer-type, measuring approximately 23.6 x 23.6 inches in length

and width.

Typically, a standard closet has a width of exactly 23.6 inches. While such a closet may appear

inconspicuous, it was still possible to hide a corpse inside it if necessary.

The gaps around the closet have now been tightly sealed with transparent tape.

"What's inside?" Blake inquired.

Tiffany shook her head rapidly, replying, "I don't know. It's not mine, it belongs to my landlord..."

"He said it contained computer accessories and personal items. He told me not to open it," Tiffany

explained.

Blake sneered in response, "And you believed that?"

Renting a house often comes with an understanding of respecting the privacy of the landlord's

belongings.

Tiffany was left speechless and responded angrily, "It's just a drawer, there couldn't possibly be

anything inside..."

Such situations are not uncommon. Sometimes landlords rent out their properties but are hesitant to

dispose of their old belongings. With no suitable place to store them, they opt to leave them behind in

the original house.

They would only tell the tenants not to touch these things, or simply use them for the tenants.

Blake sneered, remarking, "Quite trusting, aren't you?"

Lilly shook his head disapprovingly and commented, "Miss Tiffany, you sure have a big heart!"

Blake remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Tiffany stood there in silence, her emotions mixed with anxiety and anticipation.

Wearing gloves, Blake removed the transparent tape that sealed the drawer, carefully peeling it off.

Tiffany spoke up, saying, "I sealed it up this morning when I noticed the smell of dead rats..."

Lilly appeared puzzled and questioned, "But Miss, there's a bad odor here. Don't you find it strange?"

Tiffany shook her head and replied, "I assumed the smell was because of a dead mouse, so I called my

landlord,"

Blake paused, utterly speechless.

It was evident that some young individuals who had recently entered society were indeed innocent, but

their naivety and gullibility could be astonishing...

In some cases, even if someone deceived them, they might still express gratitude towards them.

As the transparent tape was completely removed, a strong, putrid odor engulfed the surroundings.

Lilly swiftly covered her nose to shield herself from the unpleasant smell.

The fragmented form of the female ghost also seemed to stir faintly, momentarily disoriented and

bewildered.

"Who are you?" Asked the ghost.

Lilly refrained from responding, as her father advised against engaging with spirits in public, lest others

would perceive her as mentally ill.

Even though Lilly found it hard to believe, he acknowledged the validity of his father's advice and

proceeded to jot it down.

The female ghost had grown accustomed to being overlooked. After all, regular individuals couldn't see

spirits, and those who possessed the ability were considered abnormal.

She cast a suspicious gaze at Lilly, but her attention was abruptly diverted as she heard the sound of a

door being forcefully kicked open. Moments later, a talisman came hurtling toward her.

In an instant, something snapped within her.

The female ghost was uncertain. Was it the young girl standing before her who had just struck her?

Or...

The female ghost fixed her gaze on Blake, staring directly into his eyes.

She floated closer, her grin extending from ear to ear, and approached Blake with an intense

determination. "It's you, isn't it? You can see me," she declared.

Blake's expression remained unchanged, his demeanor unaffected by her presence.

Lilly was silent.

What are you doing, Miss Ghost?