Cheng Su gripped the handlebars of her bicycle, staring at the scene in front of her, her hands almost deforming the grips, her eyes wide open.
"This is..." she started to ask, her voice coming out hoarse, addressing the man beside her.
In the bustling crowd, there was a shop with police tape strung across it, and two pieces of white paper with black characters spelling "sealed" plastered on the door.
That was one thing, but amidst the flowing crowd, a teenage boy and girl were kneeling at the entrance, burning paper. Yes, they were burning joss paper, oblivious to the glances of passersby, the girl wiping away her tears.
Without a doubt, some terrible accident must have happened in the shop; otherwise, why would they be burning these ominous offerings right at the entrance?
"It’s this shop right here. It used to be a food joint run by a couple. The location is prime, and it was doing well—seems like they solely sold pig trotter rice or something. I’m not so sure, but they sold food," explained Luh Kai indifferently.
"The former owner of this shop was fond of drinking and had a violent temperament. I won’t delve into the details, but this man, when drunk, would lose his temper and start arguing with his wife, eventually turning to violence. One wrong move, and he killed his wife, right here in the shop," Luh Kai’s eyes showed pity as he continued, "It happened just last month. Those kids, I bet they are the couple’s children!"
With her face full of shock, Cheng Su looked over, and a gust of wind blew the paper in front of the two people around, sending a shiver down her spine.
No wonder Luh Kai had asked if she dared to take over!
This shop had been the scene of a death; the grievance and injustice must have been substantial. How many people would dare to run a business here?
Cheng Su swallowed hard, a chill crawling up her back.


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