?31: Article 31 Identity Disclosure 31: Article 31 Identity Disclosure Xun Jiasheng’s presumptuous conjecture made Zhou Dewei somewhat displeased.

    However, Zhou Dewei appeared to be very patient and didn’t get angry.

    Instead, he just shook his head and said, “I don’t know any female ghost, and am not a relative of any female ghost.

    I only know this gramophone.”

    Seeing everyone’s anticipation, Zhou Dewei didn’t hesitate to reveal, “My family used to run an antique business, and it wasn’t until my generation that we switched to security.

    The pressure in the antique business is considerable, sometimes even leading to bankruptcy, and occasionally, even to sacrifice one’s own life.”

    “Your eyes seem fine to me,” Xun Jiasheng interjected.

    Jin Xin couldn’t help but remark, “Not only did you ‘lose sight’, you also offended.”

    At a loss about Jin Xin’s meaning, Zhou Dewei clarified with a smile, “When one speaks of ‘losing sight’ in the antique business, it means they have misjudged the value of an antique, not that they’re blind.”

    Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Xun Jiasheng felt his ignorance was showing.

    Zhou Dewei then added, “My ancestors deemed the antique business too dangerous which is why they didn’t let me take it over and made me switch to security instead.” He revealed this with a bitter smile.

    Upon hearing this, everyone understood Zhou Dewei’s predicament — no one could have anticipated that the security field would also bring life-threatening situations!

    It seemed that certain things were indeed predestined.

    Shaking his head to dispel stray thoughts, Zhou Dewei shifted the focus back to the matter at hand, “Due to my family’s background, I do have some understanding of antiques.

    The gramophone was mass-produced over 100 years ago, so it isn’t a valuable item.”

    Someone thought to themselves, ‘He’s correct.

    If it was an artifact from 200 years ago, now that would be worth some money.

    Gramophones didn’t even exist at that time!

    If one appeared, it would be a ghost’s work!’ However, everyone was more concerned about the origination of the gramophone than nitpicking over the details, and they listened attentively.

    “But there is something special about this gramophone, and if taken to the market, it would definitely fetch a high price.” Zhou Dewei carefully examined the gramophone, treating it as one would a beautiful painting, “This gramophone was produced about 80-90 years ago by the Sonora Company,” pointing towards a spot on the base of the gramophone.

    People leaned in closer and saw a somewhat blurry “Sonora” badge on the base.

    Everyone was unfamiliar with this company and couldn’t care less about it as they were more curious about the relationship between the gramophone and the ghost.

    Zhou Dewei noticed this and clarified, “This company has high standards for their sound quality.

    They claim Sonora can produce true woody sounds, hence the tonearm…” pointing to the elongated component on the gramophone, “is made of wood.

    This fact alone makes it extremely rare and valuable.

    Despite its slight volume, it emits a mesmerizing sound.”

    Seeing the blank expressions of those around him, Zhou Dewei further elucidated, “I digressed a bit due to habit.

    Although Sonora gramophones are excellent, this particular gramophone’s true attraction lies not in the device itself but in the material it’s made of.

    This gramophone is made from authentic small leaf red sandalwood.”

    After a pause, although it seemed irrelevant, Zhou Dewei still felt the need to explain, “Authentic top-quality red sandalwood all grow in the wild and are at least 800 years old.

    Judging from this piece’s appearance, it should indeed be made of top-quality red sandalwood.”

    “So it must be extremely valuable?

    There couldn’t have been many people who could afford it 80-90 years ago,” Shen Yue hit the nail on the head.

    Caught off guard, Zhou Dewei also agreed, “Yes, from what I know, the value of this type of red sandalwood far exceeds that of the gramophone.

    In the era I’m speaking of, rumor has it that only one of these gramophones was imported and was purchased by an extremely influential individual.” He mentioned a name that everyone recognized because this person was incredibly famous, a man who held sway back in the day.

    “Moreover, as far as I know, this influential individual bought this gramophone to gift to a woman.

    He believed that only the bewitching sound quality of this gramophone could match the woman’s allure.

    The woman was a courtesan, and we can refer to this woman as Butterfly.”

    Everyone was unfamiliar with the name Butterfly, but they understood some of the backstory.

    Xun Jiasheng was the first to ask, “Are you saying that the woman in the picture is Butterfly?”

    Zhou Dewei shook his head, “I didn’t say that.

    I have never seen Butterfly. Sёar?h the Novёl?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    I only know of such a woman who used this kind of gramophone.

    As for the rest, I do not know.”

    Looking at everyone, Zhou Dewei sincerely stated, “I am not withholding any information.

    It’s just that the current situation seems a bit dangerous and I don’t want to create any misunderstandings among you.

    I can only speak about what I know, and I can’t speculate on what I don’t, isn’t that right?”

    With everyone hearing Zhou Dewei’s words, they felt that Zhou Dewei was indeed a responsible person.

    However, Xun Jiasheng wasn’t satisfied and muttered discontentedly, “It’s another unsolved mystery.

    What use is it?

    We still can’t identify the ghost woman’s identity, so we can’t discover her motive!”

    “The woman in the picture is Butterfly,” a chilling, eerie voice announced.

    Startled, Xun Jiasheng felt the ultrasonic voice which he had never heard before and instinctively assumed it belonged to the ghost.

    He immediately retreated a few steps away from the direction of the voice before turning to look back.

    Nobody paid Xun Jiasheng any attention.

    Instead, they were all focused on Manager Song, their faces showing strange expressions.

    Xun Jiasheng felt odd, wondering why no one else was looking for the ghost.

    However, he quickly understood why when he saw Manager Song address Zhou Dewei in a high-pitched voice, “It’s amazing that Mr.

    Zhou can identify something from so many years ago.

    Your eyesight is indeed exceptional.”

    Zhou Dewei’s eyelids twitched suddenly.

    Xun Jiasheng’s face also turned sour once he realized that the voice he originally heard actually belonged to Manager Song.

    At that moment, Manager Song appeared very bizarre, leaning sideways against the desk with his arm supporting his cheek, a pose eerily similar to that of a courtesan chatting with a client in the old days.

    This pose should have accentuated a woman’s allure and figure.

    However, it seemed incredibly awkward when seen on Manager Song.

    “You’re not…” Xun Jiasheng felt like his throat was drying up, and the words “You’re not Manager Song” only came out halfway.

    It’s a ghost possession!

    It must be a ghost possession!

    Xun Jiasheng was sure of this.

    Normally, he would be the first to announce such findings to show off his knowledge, but at this moment, he was too scared to speak the truth.

    Not just him, everyone who saw the situation knew something was wrong with Manager Song.

    It appeared as though he had suddenly become a different person.

    “Manager Song” looked slowly around at everyone, then in a hair-raising voice, “You’re right, I’m not Manager Song.

    I am Butterfly!”

    Everyone immediately retreated, truly shaken.

    Even Tie Zheng retreated a step, pulling Tie Wa back and positioning himself protectively in front of him.

    However, someone took a step forward and asked, “Are you really Butterfly?”

    That person was Shen Yue!

    While everyone else backed away, only Shen Yue came forward, his eyes devoid of fear, only flashing with determination.

    “Manager Song” slowly stood upright with grace and looked around at the surroundings as if in reminiscence, then with a touch of sorrow, “It seems that not many people remember me after all these years.

    But back then, hardly anyone could forget me.” After speaking, he revealed a coquettish smile.

    The sight of “Manager Song’s” provocative demeanor only filled everyone with horror.

    The only one who remained calm was Shen Yue who asked, “What’s your purpose for meeting us?”