Ruan Jin's eyes quivered as he hesitated to answer. Then again, they had a recording, evidence that someone else was having an intelligent conversation with him. Moreover, it wouldn't put him in the place of murder.
"Her name is Ling. She's a ghost..."
Detective Hung then frowned. He only shook his head. "Show me your phone. You could be talking to someone—"
The flickering lights grew worse. They would be submerged in darkness for a few seconds before the lights would turn back on. The two detectives flinched as the light changed its pace.
When Detective Hung was about to speak with Ruan Jin again, the surroundings grew pitch black. Only the light from his phone would light up Ruan Jin's and his faces…
And that woman's who sat on Ruan Jin's lap.
"Who the—?!" Detective Hung flinched back while the other detective got to his feet.