Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 189 Trainee Detective 27

The night lights cast a thin halo around the man, obscuring the blush on his face.

The hands that had just clasped gave him passion, and the darkness gave him courage.

He and Ling Yi looked at each other across a car, and after a long while, he whispered, "I really like you. Can we be together?"

Occasionally, a car would pass by on the roadside, and people would come and go in the residential area.

But at this moment, Xiang Ke only had eyes for one person. He had used up all his courage that day to ask his beloved seriously.

His beloved was taken aback, her gaze filled with astonishment and curiosity as she looked at him.

How...did he just confess his feelings?

She was incredibly shy just a moment ago.

For a moment, Ling Yi couldn't quite figure out what Xiang Ke was thinking.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment. Xiang Ke looked at his blinking eyelashes, then suddenly took a deep breath and gave a somewhat forced smile: "If it doesn't work, I can ask again next time."

"what?"

Surprise was replaced by amusement. Ling Yi looked at the man who was acting so self-righteously and cowardly, and said angrily, "When is your next time?"

At this moment, Xiang Ke was incredibly grateful that he had taken a minor in psychology in his spare time; otherwise, he might not have been able to detect the smile and... expectation in Ling Yi's irritable expression.

His throat bobbed violently, and he spoke with certainty: "Now?"

"I'll ask one more time," his hand nervously pressed against the cold car door, his voice tinged with Ling Yi's laughter, "Am I fortunate enough to become Miss Ling Yi's other half?"

A smile spread across the person's eyes as they turned and walked away with a flourish.

From afar, her voice came: "Granted."

Just two words kept Xiang Ke awake all night, fearing that this heavenly sound only appeared in his dreams.

He even imagined himself acting like a pervert, waiting downstairs at Ling Yi's house, and then asking her when she came downstairs if what he said last night still stood true.

It was the security guard downstairs who chased him away: "Hello, you can't park randomly here."

Xiang Ke chuckled and patted the steering wheel, realizing he might have really been stupid.

The moment the car started, Xiang Ke rushed upstairs.

Someone smiled and waved to him from a window.

"morning."

The next morning, Xiang Ke, filled with trepidation and joy, could only manage to utter one word.

Ling Yi, who was engrossed in a new case with her colleagues, saw her phone vibrate and replied with a smile: "Good morning, boyfriend."

Then, place the phone face down on the table.

"Alright, Xiaoling, your group will go and communicate with the homeowners today to prepare for the on-site inspection." Shi Yi assigned several groups of people, each going to look for different clues according to yesterday's plan.

When Lingyi's group arrived at the villa, the villa's owner was at home.

Seeing a group of police officers suddenly arrive, she looked surprised and asked, "What are you doing here...?"

She paused, then her expression changed: "My husband is in trouble?"

"Madam, don't be nervous!" Ling Yi quickly supported the woman as she saw her swaying and about to faint.

“This has nothing to do with your family. We are here today for the house.”

The woman calmed down and let everyone in.

Then, as the police recounted the events, her expression became agitated again: "Murder case? You're saying someone might have been killed in this room?"

She swayed precariously, but her mouth never stopped: "Damn those surnamed Tang, damn those surnamed Zhao, I knew they were so quick to sell the house!"

"They said it was because of work that they needed to move, pshaw!" The woman pinched her waist like a teapot: "I think they're just afraid there are vengeful ghosts in this house that want to take lives."

As she spoke, she was still swaying precariously, but her mouth never stopped moving.

"That unlucky old Zhang, I told you that the Tang family weren't good people, and he still said his brother wouldn't lie to him, what a load of rubbish brother!"

The woman ranted for over ten minutes straight, during which time she glared at the police officers who tried to intervene.

After she finished hurling her insults, she took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, saying, "Speak, what brings you here today? What do you need our cooperation with? I'll cooperate with anything!"

After saying that, he angrily added, "Is a haunted house where someone has died the same price as a normal house? That guy surnamed Tang dares to sell it to me for tens of millions, isn't he afraid of being haunted by vengeful ghosts!"

Ling Yi was so annoyed by her words that she leaned her head back, creating a double chin on her own.

Seeing that this person was about to change the subject again, she quickly said, "I want to ask you, are you sure this house was renovated before it was sold to you?"

The woman nodded, then spat, "He also said he renovated it so he could live there himself; he wouldn't have sold it if it weren't so inconvenient!"

Ling Yi, without changing her expression, asked about the details of the transaction several more times before changing the subject: "Our current plan is to demolish the kitchen and bathroom to collect evidence. I wonder..."

"Smash it!" the woman said boldly, waving her hand. "If I don't smash it, I'm going to send him to the police station today!"

She doesn't care about the money now; she just wants the person who cheated her out of her money to go to jail.

Ling Yi breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you!"

Although this lady is talkative, she is really generous.

With this person's permission, the professional demolition team arrived that afternoon.

They carefully removed the new tiles and cement plastered by the Tang family, revealing the old, dilapidated parts of the house.

Just then, the forensic team set up a camera and began spraying the prepared luminol reagent.

All light sources in the room were sealed off. Standing in the darkness, the group looked at the bluish light shining on the ground and slowly, very slowly, began to grin.

The older woman resolutely refused to leave, and upon seeing this, she couldn't help but ask, "What is that glowing thing?"

“It’s human blood.” Ling Yi, who was beside her, said the words in the calmest way possible, which made her usually unsteady older sister jump three feet high.

"Murderers, comrades, you must arrest them!" she gritted her teeth. "I wonder if I can sue and get some of the money back after they're in jail!"

The thought of spending money at the peak of housing prices to bring home a haunted house made the older woman's heart race.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a loud voice came from afar, followed by a heart-wrenching wail: "Wife, wife, what's wrong with you, wife?"

"Let me in, my wife is still here..."

"What are you howling about?" The eldest sister pinched herself into a teapot spout shape again and yelled at the distance, "I'm not dead yet, what are you howling about?"

The howling stopped abruptly, and a bewildered man's voice came through: "Wife, you're not dead? Why are there so many police officers in the house?!"

He's not naive; of course he knows that ordinary cases don't warrant so many people.

The police have practically filled his living room. If it's not a murder case, are they here to raid his house?

The police aren't responsible for this anymore!