"Why did those people turn into headless ghosts?" Liu Xiajun wondered aloud, "Could it be because their heads were all chopped off when they were alive?"
"Yes!" Chen Hao nodded, "That should be the case, but why the perpetrator would want to chop off their heads is unknown, and everything will only become clear tonight."
In the evening, Chen Hao and the others had dinner at Liu Xiajun's house. This was the most sumptuous meal they had enjoyed since the Spring Festival, and each dish was personally cooked by Ye Fei.
Seeing Ye Yuqiao eating with relish and a great appetite, Chen Hao leaned in close and quietly asked, "Yuqiao, who do you think is a better cook, me or Ye Fei?"
Ye Yuqiao looked at Chen Hao, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a smile in her eyes, "Of course it's my Chen Hao."
"Then why did you hesitate for so long?"