"Hello! I'd like to report a crime. I found a female corpse by the lake," calmly stated the man as he called the police.

Not much time passed before the distant sound of police sirens reached the shore.

I sat beside my own body, wearing a sorrowful expression.

What should I do? If my body were taken away, my soul would not be able to return to the water.

Soon, the police and the forensic doctor came to my body.

The female forensic doctor crouched down, clad in gloves, seemingly re-examining the time of my demise.

"Officer Hellman, this woman has been dead for at least three years, but the strange thing is that her body has not developed any bloated cadaver, and it appears as if she recently drowned."

Three years!

It turned out that I had been dead for so long, which I didn't expect.

All I knew was the weight of my resentment, which consumed me day by day, driving me to seek out the living and drag them down.

Even though they had no grudge against me, I just couldn't stand seeing those people's happy smiles.

At this time, the man who pulled me up was also taken back to the police department.

My body was naturally bagged and taken away.

After several failed attempts to jump back into the water, I had to follow them.

For water ghosts like us, once our bodies were taken away, the water surface would be like a piece of transparent glass, which could only be isolated outside and couldn't be passed through.

One night, I wandered on the streets of the human world.

Sometimes, I would soar alongside passing cars; sometimes, I would drift along with people. When passing through intersections, I could see many of its kind.

But someone like me who held so much resentment had no friends in the underworld at all.

At the police department, the man briefly explained how he found me, gave a statement, and was then released.

But I was done. I felt trapped in this human world where I no longer belonged, all because of him.

No, I must take his life.

The cause of my death held no significance to me anymore. I just wanted to release my ghost nature by finding a scapegoat.

It was already late at night when the man came out of the police department. I sat on his left shoulder, with my ghost hand constantly covering his eyes.

I thought that I could cause him to have a car accident or fall into a lake.

However, he hailed a taxi, and unfortunately, the driver was a strong man.

I couldn't exert my energy at all, so I could only hide behind him and follow him home.

It only took the police department half an hour to drive to his home.

After getting out of the car, the taxi driver said to him, "Hey buddy, try not to walk around at night these days. Something bad might happen to you."

He didn't take it seriously and replied calmly, "Thank you."

The man's residence was on the 18th floor of a high-rise apartment building.

While riding the elevator, I encountered a family who had just returned from the hospital with their child.

The child was very quiet before entering the elevator, but once inside, he started crying loudly!

He kept pointing at the young man in the elevator, exclaiming, "Mom, my sister is on him, and my sister is wet, wet..."

The little girl's parents appeared embarrassed and apologized, saying, "We're sorry. She's been confused due to her fever, and she is talking nonsense."

The man didn't say anything, but he turned his head and glanced at me.

If I hadn't died, I would have almost believed that he could see me.

I fixed a fierce gaze upon the little girl and made a face at her.

The girl was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes, ceasing her crying and any further commotion.

I followed the man into his apartment.

I found that he kept a variety of fish as pets in his home.

A wall was lined with fish tanks of all sizes. The largest tank was so spacious that I could even crawl inside and sleep there.

He headed straight into the bathroom.

I jumped off him, not wanting to watch a strange man showering.

Moreover, his penis was quite deadly to female ghosts. Any inadvertent contact with it could result in the dispersal of my soul.

I walked around his apartment and found that he lived alone.

He seemed to be an orphan because there wasn't any family photo in his room. The pictures displayed were solely of him, from childhood to adulthood.

There was only one photo of the two people together.

However, the girl's face in the photo was crossed out, rendering it impossible to discern her appearance.

As I approached his computer desk, with the intention of touching the screen, he suddenly appeared behind me!

He coughed lightly, seemingly as a subtle reminder or possibly even deliberately.

I turned around and came face to face with him, his gaze locked onto me as he dried his wet hair with a towel.

A bold guess suddenly came to my mind!

To confirm the guess, I walked up to him and gave him a creepy smile.

Then, I extended my tongue and made my eyeballs protrude from their sockets!

I wanted to try if he really couldn't see me.

However, even though I made such a scary expression, he continued wiping his hair, walked straight through my soul, and sat down in front of his computer desk.

Could it be that he really couldn't see me?

There would be brief discomfort when a soul body was penetrated by a human.

As I couldn't possess him at that moment, I quickly floated to the largest fish tank in his house and lay down in it.

"So comfortable."

But I didn't know at that time that all this was not accidental.

I had a sound sleep that night.

After being a water ghost for so long, this was the first time I had enjoyed a good sleep.

Oddly enough, the size of this fish tank seemed to be custom-made for me.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30 in the morning.

I quickly climbed out of the fish tank and floated to the man's room to take a look.

Fortunately, he hadn't gone out yet.

But with such a scorching sun, I was afraid it would be difficult for me to follow him in the sun during the day.

After he washed up, he went into the kitchen and first fried eggs and then heated milk.

It only took him ten minutes to prepare a nutritious breakfast.

He seemed to have a healthy diet, suggesting that he cherished his life. However, it was unfortunate that he had offended me.

I sat in front of him the whole time, watching his every move.

He ate his breakfast leisurely, with the latest news playing on his phone.

"According to the latest news, a man found a female corpse while fishing at night near lake, a popular scenic spot in our city. The woman's identity remains uncertain, and the cause of death is bizarre. The case is currently under further investigation. Please stay tuned for more updates as the case unfolds."

The man clicked on the comments section of this news.

I leaned over to take a look, only to be shocked by what I saw!

The comments section was filled with judgmental and scolding remarks directed towards me.

Someone took a photo of my body.

Although my face appeared blurred, the pink strapless skirt I wore was very eye-catching.

[Look at the skirt this woman is wearing. She's not a good person!]

[It must be a murder of passion. There is no hatred without reason. An honest person couldn't afford it.]

[She had a great body. What a shame. She could have been a presentable wife. Ha, ha, ha...]

Infuriated by the remarks, I slammed my ghost hands on the desk!

With a click, the glass on the desk was cracked under the force of my resentment.

Unaware of anything unusual, the man put away his phone, got up, and got an umbrella from the cabinet.

Umbrella? He was going to go out with an umbrella.

I quickly followed him and jumped directly onto his shoulders.

After walking out of the building, he unfurled the umbrella before walking into the sunlight.

I was secretly delighted. It was precisely what I had hoped for.

Dude, your death was approaching.

Along the way, he had been purposefully or inadvertently using the umbrella to shield my soul.

His destination was a software company!

"Mr. Gregory Sinclair, correct? Please come with me. Mr. Walker himself has arranged the office you will be working in," a receptionist took the initiative to welcome him.

It turned out that today was his first day working at the new company.

It was just that this company looked indescribably familiar.

"Where's Mr. Walker?" he asked.

"Mr. Walker is out on business. Do you need him for some reason?" the receptionist replied.

"Nothing. Go back to your affairs," said Gregory.

From the moment I entered this company alongside him, I felt uncomfortable all over.

Could it be that I had been here before I died?

Gregory began to tidy up his desk. He took out a pink glass from his bag and placed it on the desk.

As he looked at the glass on the desk, a smile flashed across his face.

But it soon disappeared.

Just as I was thinking about how to kill him, a voice suddenly sounded from behind me.

As soon as the voice rang out, my whole soul was trembling!

"You must be Mr. Sinclair, the new manager. Such panache," the person provocatively and unreasonably remarked, emanating a sweet and disgusting smell of perfume.

Gregory cast a downward gaze, briefly glancing in my direction. However, I didn't notice it as I was squatting under his desk with my head down.

I had no idea of what he was thinking.

"You are?" Gregory asked.

"I am Ryan Davis, the technical director of this company. Even Mr. Walker has to show me some respect."

"Ryan Davis," I muttered under my breath.

In an instant, it felt as if a hole had opened up in my mind, releasing a flood of fragmented memories that surged forth.

Ryan! It was him.

I remembered him. I knew this guy.

Within those memory fragments, I saw him harassing me many times, groping at me, and threatening me verbally.

If I was not mistaken, he had been my immediate superior when I was alive!

Now, I was not even afraid of ghosts, let alone a human being.

So, I flew out from under the desk, channeling all my resentment. I crashed into his forehead, causing him to feel dizzy and nearly spilling the coffee he held in his hand.

"What's going on? Where did this wind come from? Mr. Sinclair, did you feel it?"

Little did I know that Gregory was watching all my actions.

"No, Mr. Davis. I've got work to do. Talk to you later," said Gregory.

Holding his forehead, Ryan left Gregory's office in a daze.

As soon as he reached the door, Gregory added, "Take care, Mr. Davis."

He predicted that Ryan would be in trouble today.

I didn't quite understand Gregory. But I would never miss this opportunity for revenge. I had been a qualified water ghost over the years.