"The house is equipped with basic living necessities, and there's enough food in the refrigerator for a week. Take this phone with you; it has Du Ze's and my phone numbers saved. I'll come pick you up the day after tomorrow morning."
Ming Jing placed a new phone on the table. "If you want to become a wandering ghost, you can leave now."
The girl's emotionless voice caused Ye Zhen's heart to tighten suddenly.
"Where can I go now when I have no one to rely on? Besides, you promised to help me find out the cause of my death. Anyway, I'm clinging to you now."
Ming Jing handed her a string of Buddhist beads: "Wear this on your body; it's good for your health."
Ye Zhen took it and glanced at the beads. They were simple and elegant, each bead perfectly round and smooth, as if they had been frequently held by their owner, forming a natural patina over time.
