Jiro?
Ramen?
Hui Lijing was startled for a moment, then she remembered the words of the old monk from Tongshou Temple.
'When the current owner's father was alive, I used to eat there often. Back then, the owner's father, Mr. Jiro, had such a hearty laugh. Who knew he would fall while walking and pass away.'
Without a doubt, this Jiro, the previous owner of the ramen shop, had already died.
How could a dead person appear outside her door?
A ghost?
Or... a prank?
The next moment, Hui Lijing's complexion changed.
Because the female detective was also very clear that the possibility of a prank was extremely slim.
You see, she had personally closed and locked the door just a moment ago.
The walls of the Tongshou Temple weren't very high, but they weren't something an ordinary person could easily climb over.
As for bringing a ladder?
Hui Lijing was certain, she hadn't heard any noise.
