PD -Chapter 74 The Whereabouts of the Evil Entity

After thinking for a moment, I asked Zhu Zhu, “Is there any way to contact the victim’s family and ask them about the details of what happened? It would be best if we could also find out the whereabouts of that mirror back then.”

Once we finally had a lead, we temporarily left the somewhat eerie villa and drove Sun Yuxin back to her mother’s place.

By then, it was close to 5 a.m. Pulling an all-nighter like this clearly wasn’t sustainable, so I told Liu Xiaopeng and Zhu Zhu to go back first, get some proper rest, and we would plan our next steps after waking up.

Someone like Zhu Zhu, a young lady from a wealthy family, had never endured such a long night before. She already looked like she had lost her soul—her reactions were slow and her mind foggy. It was honestly impressive she had held on until now.

But she insisted on immediately having the Zhu family’s connections in the United States begin investigations. Because of the time difference, it was still morning in the U.S. After making a call and waiting for about an hour, we received a response.

I couldn’t help but sigh at how money truly made the world go round. The Zhu family’s financial power wasn’t just overwhelming domestically—it was equally effective overseas.

Using their connections in the United States, the Zhu Group located the detective who had originally investigated the case and also reached the victim’s family.

The facts quickly became clear. The retired detective’s account of the case mostly matched the report Zhu Zhu had found online, though there were some discrepancies.

As for the mirror itself, it had originally been a very valuable antique. After the incident, the victim’s family sold it to an antique dealer—who happened to be Chinese.

Afterward, the Zhu family’s people went through some effort and found information on this dealer. They discovered he had recently opened a large shop in a local antique street. The store displayed antiques and curios collected from all over the world, and among them… was that same antique mirror.

By the time everything was clarified, dawn had already broken. It was too early to visit the antique shop—it probably wasn’t even open yet—so we quickly cooked some instant noodles, ate, and rested at the office for a few hours. Only around 9:30 a.m. did we set off again toward the shop.

However, when we arrived, we waited until nearly noon and still saw no sign of it opening. We asked nearby shop owners, but no one knew what was going on.

Just as I was getting anxious, Zhu Zhu suddenly got into the car and made a call. After getting out, she walked up to the shop again and said to me, “Go in, Brother Han. I know you can unlock the door.”

I froze for a moment, still hesitant. Although Liu Xiaopeng and I had secretly entered Sun’s villa the day before…

That villa was in a remote area. But here, we were in the middle of a crowded street, in broad daylight. I didn’t want to end up in jail like this.

“This… doesn’t feel right,” I said hesitantly.

Zhu Zhu smiled slightly, confident. “Just go in. No one can do anything about it. This shop—and everything inside it—is ours now.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned, not immediately understanding.

But Liu Xiaopeng reacted quickly. Standing beside me, he sighed, “As expected of Miss Zhu… with that kind of wealth, she probably just made a call and bought the entire shop.”

I couldn’t help shaking my head. The gap between people was truly hard to describe. While others struggled just to survive in society, this young lady could, with a single phone call, buy an expensive antique store—and even take everything inside it, regardless of value, authenticity, or price.

I stopped hesitating and used my spiritual power to unlock the shop door.

Inside, the décor was antique and elegant, filled mostly with Chinese ceramics and artifacts. We searched the main hall for a long time but didn’t find the mirror, so we went through a side door deeper inside.

What surprised us was that the space behind the storefront was much larger—the front hall only made up about one-third of the entire area.

The back was more like a storage warehouse, filled with all kinds of antiques from different regions. It was a dazzling and overwhelming sight.

After searching for a while, we finally found the light switch and carefully moved deeper inside. Although there were many items, everything was neatly categorized and not messy.

We walked all the way to the very back and discovered that in a space of about thirty square meters at the end of the warehouse, there were an astonishing number of mirrors.

Among them were ancient Chinese bronze mirrors, as well as luxurious foreign mirrors inlaid with gemstones and ornate frames.

At a glance, I immediately saw the one placed at the very back—the wooden-framed mirror we had seen in the photos.

I slowly walked up to it and told Liu Xiaopeng to guard the entrance. The infrared camera in my hand immediately captured the hidden blood-red writing on its surface.

After all these years, the blood writing was still there—just invisible to the naked eye. I suspected that without this infrared camera, no one would ever have noticed this detail.

“Should we just smash it?” Zhu Zhu asked from behind.

I shook my head. “Things aren’t that simple. This mirror is probably just the medium through which Bloody Mary manifests here. Based on what we know, it can appear in different mirrors across different locations… so destroying this one may not eliminate it.”

“We need someone to summon it out,” I said solemnly.

After staring at the mirror for a long moment, I told Liu Xiaopeng to take Zhu Zhu outside. I couldn’t let her get any further involved in this danger.

“I’ll stay and help,” Liu Xiaopeng said, clearly worried about me.

I shook my head. “This time, I’m afraid I have to be the one to summon it.”

“Why?” he asked, confused.

I sighed. “Because only I… carry guilt. Only I have wronged someone. I’m exactly the kind of person Bloody Mary would come to punish.”

Liu Xiaopeng sighed, as if he actually understood what I meant.

“It’s not completely your fault about Sister Shanshan, Brother Han,” he said, patting my shoulder.

I smiled and waved him off. “Enough. I don’t need your comfort. Just take Miss Zhu out of here.”

Liu Xiaopeng seemed to want to say something more, but in the end held it back. He turned and left with Zhu Zhu.

Watching them leave the warehouse, I turned back to the ancient mirror, took a deep breath, and called out its name.

“Bloody Mary…”

I stared at the mirror and called it three times.

At that moment, inside the sealed warehouse, I felt an eerie cold wind brush across my face.

That wind… felt like it was blowing in from another world inside the mirror.