Running A Cemetery in North America-Chapter 432 - 303: The Stolen Heart Case in Chinatown

Chapter 432: Chapter 303: The Stolen Heart Case in Chinatown

"Is this San Francisco? It doesn’t seem as bustling as it looks in the movies."

Coming out of the airport, Zhou Mangmang looked around and said.

"America once was synonymous with prosperity, but that was decades ago. The older the city, the less able it is to renovate and repair, leading to it gradually falling behind the times, becoming an old city. Nowadays, only New York can be considered an international city that isn’t outdated."

Lin Wan walked out afterward, explaining with a smile.

Sun Yan nodded in agreement: "Many people haven’t been abroad but have been influenced by Hollywood since childhood, leading them to think highly of America. Yet, it’s just like that; every country has its prosperous center cities and marginal cities, and America’s countryside is very rundown."

"Since you’re rarely coming to America, let’s show you a good time," Lin Wan suggested.

As the heiress of the international Lin Group, Lin Wan’s family’s financial power is undoubtedly strong.

Even across the ocean, she has businesses and connections, making it much easier for her to show people around compared to Sun Yan, a tomb guardian whose graveyard is in North America.

"Sure, I’ve long wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge." Zhou Mangmang said excitedly.

Not far away, a Rolls Royce slowly drove up and stopped at the roadside.

It was obviously the vehicle Lin Wan had arranged for transportation, just as Sun Yan was about to get in, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

"Hello?"

Sun Yan picked up the phone and answered.

"Is this Mr. Jackson? I’m Qin Sanye, introduced to you by Zhou Haidong, Master Zhou. He said that if we encountered anything unclean on this land of North America, you would be helpful."

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

Sun Yan was startled; ever since he joined the Folklore Association, he hadn’t been active in the chat group for quite some time.

Unexpectedly, Chairman Zhou Haidong suddenly introduced a client to him.

If it were before, Sun Yan would be eager to complete the job and make money.

But now, he not only feigns immortality, but he is also secretly in close contact with the Evil God Council.

Whether it’s money or power, Sun Yan can easily get his hands on them, so he naturally lost the motivation to earn money actively.

With Zhou Mangmang just arriving in America, it’s time to take her out and have fun. Sun Yan has no interest in working at the moment.

Thus he politely said: "Sorry, sir, I’m currently quite busy and might not be able to help you. Perhaps you should look for other members in the Folklore Association; we have many experts there."

After saying that, he intended to hang up.

But at that moment, the elderly voice on the phone sounded anxious and distressed.

"No, no! Mr. Jackson, I’m really out of options; we’ve tried everything, but to no avail. Considering we’re all Chinese, please lend a hand; we’re truly in big trouble."

Listening to the hurried voice, Sun Yan couldn’t help but soften his heart and sat back in the car to ask: "What exactly happened, tell me first, and I’ll see how I can help you."

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Here’s the situation."

...

New York, Chinatown.

In America, no matter the ethnicity, one must rely on a group to live better and safer.

This group is called a gang, or it can be called a society, union.

The Chinatown Cyan Flower Gang is such a gang established over two hundred years ago in New York Chinatown.

Back in the day when America was just rising, many Chinese were going to the South Seas, and it emerged when they went to America to work.

Gathering many Chinese back then, it gradually evolved into today’s Chinatown.

The Qin Family is the current leader of the Cyan Flower Gang; they enjoy certain rights in New York, considered the best-mixed Chinese in America.

However, several major incidents have recently occurred within the Qin Family.

The head of the Qin Family, Qin Sanye’s youngest son, Qin Feng, died, found hanging in an abandoned warehouse in New York.

When found, the heart inside his body was removed, looking like a heartless organ theft case.

But as a Chinese, after reviewing the scene, Qin Sanye found it clearly not that simple.

On Qin Feng’s dead body, several steel awns with talisman paper attached were nailed to his limbs and torso.

Moreover, his eyelids, lips, and nostrils were sewn shut with threads, and vermillion residue was found in his nail beds.

This is evidently not an ordinary homicide.

Maybe North American police can’t see the clues, but as a Chinese, it is obvious there is an improper cause behind this murder.

Hence, upon hearing Qin Feng’s death, Qin Sanye immediately hired a private investigator to dig deeper.

But just a few days later, the private investigator died mysteriously, hanging himself at home.

It was then that Qin Sanye realized the matter was far from simple as he imagined; he started seeking spiritualists everywhere, hoping to summon Qin Feng’s soul for inquiries to find who killed him.

The spiritualists summoned subsequently died, so Qin Sanye turned to his old friend Zhou Haidong for help.

Zhou Haidong performed a summoning ritual by Qin Feng’s corpse; just as the soul was summoned, he collapsed, vomiting blood.

Upon awakening, he temporarily lost the ability to speak, seemingly because of certain taboo powers behind his actions resulting in repercussion.

For such matter, there’s nothing he can do; seeing his old friend suffer the pain of losing a son in his later years, Zhou Haidong recommended Sun Yan to Qin Sanye.

The one he considered North America’s strongest exorcist.

Regarding the Chen Family Village incident, Zhou Haidong had witnessed Sun Yan’s exorcism power firsthand.

If even Sun Yan couldn’t solve Qin Feng’s lost heart case, then perhaps no one in North America could help Qin Sanye.

Holding onto the idea of trying anything, Qin Sanye asked Zhou Haidong for Sun Yan’s contact and called, seeking Sun Yan’s help.

Inside the Rolls Royce.

After listening to Qin Sanye’s explanation, Sun Yan frowned: "Taboo power? So even Chairman Zhou couldn’t summon back your son’s soul?"

"Yes, Mr. Jackson, Master Zhou said the one who killed my son might be unusual," Qin Sanye said affirmatively.

"Alright then, keep your son’s body safe first, I’ll come to find you right away."

Sun Yan hung up the phone and then said to Zhou Mangmang and Lin Wan: "Sorry, I might not be able to go play with you; there’s an incident in New York Chinatown related to unclean matters. I need to rush over and check it out, Lin Wan, take Zhou Mangmang to play first, and I’ll join you after handling it."

"An incident?" Zhou Mangmang’s eyes lit up immediately: "No, this is interesting; it’s much more fun than shopping, you take us with you, maybe we can even help."

"This works, we have nothing to do anyway, looking into a case sounds fun." Lin Wan smiled.

Sun Yan did not expect these two women would be so curious about a murder case.

Since they said so, he naturally couldn’t refuse them; with two tomb guardians going together, case handling can also be more efficient.

"Alright, then let’s go together, off to New York!"