The other attendants and the railway police had left. Only An Ning, Lin Cuihua, and the mother and son remained in the train car.
An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua. 'It should be fine,' she thought. 'Everyone at home knows I've been studying with a Feng Shui Master and can handle a thing or two with ghosts and spirits, right?'
"You said you saw my husband?"
The woman asked impatiently. She hadn't believed it at first, but when An Ning described the special, inverted-triangle-shaped red mole behind her husband's left ear, she started to have some faith.
Listening from the side, Lin Cuihua felt a chill run down her spine and grabbed An Ning's wrist.
"Mom, don't worry. I've learned a lot from my master."
At that moment, Lin Cuihua really wanted to say: 'Even if you'd studied under Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad himself, I still wouldn't be at ease!'
However, her daughter was at work, so Lin Cuihua kept quiet, only shuffling a little closer to An Ning.
