I Only Sell Murder Houses

I walked Granny He to her door and offered a few more words of comfort.

To anyone else, a dog might be nothing more than a pet. To an elderly woman living alone, it was family.

When I returned home, the place was empty. Meng Yifan was still away in his hometown for the funeral.

I sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, and tried to sort through the mess in my head.

Song Xiaotian had told me not to put too much faith in every sign. Blind belief wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Maybe that was exactly what I was doing.

Granny He’s dog had gone missing. By the time we found it, it was dead.

I couldn’t stop myself from connecting it to Liang Yi. What if this was another Stigmatized Property? What if Liang Yi was already dead?

But if she was dead, didn’t that mean I had read the hexagram wrong?