Seventeen. Justice above all

Anna's reaction was much slower than Lu Li's.

By the time his palm had reached behind his waist, ready to draw the flintlock pistol, Anna had just begun to look towards the chilling voice.

It was a spectral shadow hiding in an alleyway beside the apartment, somewhat solidifying in the dim light.

Lu Li looked at the translucent figure, "Are you the ghost mentioned by the client?"

"Yes, it is I, sir..."

The ghost moved back a little, responding with a hint of fear.

The ghost's hair was disheveled, and her skin showed streaks of blue and purple bruises; one of her calves was twisted outwards, forming an unnatural angle. Her purple tight dress was severely damaged, wet and clinging to her body, with water dripping down.

Everything was preserved from the moment just before her death.

"I am Lu Li."

The word "sir" sounded somewhat peculiar.

The spirit, with a hint of fear in her expression, trembled, and a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes, "What do you mean, sir... Lu Li, sir?"