"Arigato..." I tried to converse with her in Sakura language, but found myself at a loss for words. Forget it, I wouldn't embarrass myself.
Shen Xingyue knew Sakura language, but she was too busy, and I didn't want to bother her to translate.
"Wait for me," I said, standing up to go upstairs. Cheng Xiaojuan was introducing the first floor to Zheng Bingbing.
"Bingbing, can I borrow your phone?" I asked.
"Oh," Bingbing had no secrets on her phone and handed it to me directly. "Hey, bro, what are you going to do?"
Ah, so Zhang Xiaomiao called me "ge" because of Bingbing. I remembered, when we were at the library, Bingbing called me "ge," and it had continued ever since.
"It's nothing, just making a call. You two can wander around first." I took the elevator back to the second basement level. The female ghost was still obediently squatting there.
I downloaded a simultaneous interpretation software. The effect might not be great, but it would suffice.
"Hello, what is your name?" I tried it out. The software was fast and immediately translated it into Sakura characters. I played it for the female ghost. She understood and replied with something.
I recorded it and had it translated. Her name was Nanako. I didn't recognize those characters: one was a fork, and the other had a knife radical.
After a few rounds of difficult communication, I finally understood. She wasn't a prisoner of Jianyu, but an administrator. When the war suddenly broke out, she didn't have time to retreat with the other personnel and was trapped in Jianyu. When the enemy attacked, she hid in a well to avoid artillery fire. However, the well opening was buried by rubble, and she fell in. The area above the well was also buried, and she drowned to death inside.
The well back then was precisely where this show house was located.
The previous several batches of yin messengers hadn't noticed her existence, thinking she was with the prisoner ghosts. Therefore, this Nanako was not collected.
This was easy; I could just send her to the Yin Messenger Prefecture. But I still asked if she had any requests.
Nanako said that if possible, she wanted to return to her homeland.
This was beyond my knowledge. I had to seek help from Xie Bi'an again, asking if this was possible: to send Nanako to the Yin Messenger Prefecture first, and then from the underworld, transfer her to an institution similar to the Yin Messenger Prefecture in the Sakura country.
Xie Bi'an said it was possible. In the Sakura country, it was called the "Onmyōji Bureau," and their "yin messengers" were called "Onmyōji." There was no need for the Yin Messenger Prefecture to collect her; they could directly call an Onmyōji to come.kuAiδugg
"You know them?" I asked.
"Of course. Nominally, the Onmyōji Bureau is a branch of our Yin Messenger Prefecture. Their chief Onmyōji commander corresponds to a level higher than me," Xie Bi'an said coldly, but with a hint of pride.
I understood. In the underworld, the Sakura country was under the jurisdiction of Yanxia, or it was similar to the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and them in the past, a lord-vassal relationship.
I gave her the address, and Xie Bi'an said she would send someone to receive Nanako later.
I briefly relayed the conversation with Xie Bi'an to Nanako. Nanako expressed her heartfelt gratitude, saying that if there was ever an opportunity, she would repay my kindness as a warm-hearted Yin Messenger.
I thought to myself, your departure would be the best repayment!
My thirty million luxury house!
I trusted Xie Bi'an's efficiency and didn't need to wait here. I went upstairs to continue touring the villa with Cheng Xiaojuan and the others.
The house had three floors upstairs, with an attic on the fourth floor. The show house had been converted into a studio, giving it a very artistic atmosphere. This was understandable. Wealthy people, besides collecting luxury goods, including fine wine, mostly enjoyed calligraphy and painting. Regardless of whether they genuinely liked it, they would certainly create an image for themselves related to art.
There was an idiom for this, wasn't there?
"Fuyong Fengya" (pretending to be cultured), that should be the meaning.
After touring the large villa, when we were leaving by car, I made an excuse that I had left something on the second basement level and went to retrieve it.
When I reached the cinema, I found that Nanako was already gone. The efficiency of Xiao Yinghuazi was indeed remarkable!
Cheng Xiaojuan asked if we were satisfied. What else was there to say? We were extremely satisfied. The only point of dissatisfaction had also been resolved.
Now we just had to wait for the house to be ours after everything was settled.
Although I hadn't discussed it with Xiao Yanwang and Wu Zhao beforehand, I felt that helping them overturn their cases was both reasonable and justifiable.