Ninety-third bowl of soup (5)

Qinghuan said, "Yes."

"What are you..." Meng Daxian wanted to ask, but suddenly the door opened, and the always tall, burly team Zhong, who had always been tall, staggered out. After seeing them, he rolled his eyes and fainted!

Three people looking at each other: "..."

This is very embarrassing. Such a big man is afraid of such things?

I ran out in less than five minutes after entering, and it seemed that I was really scared.

Meng Daxian and Meng Xingzhen dragged Zhong Xun to the sofa and lay down, and then Meng Daxian continued to ask: "What kind of sect do you have mastered? We all know the sects in the world, but we have never seen you like you. Who is your master?"

"You don't know each other after you say that. My master's surname is Lang."

The surname Lang... I have never heard of a master with the surname Lang! Meng Daxian racked his brains and couldn't think of it, but Meng Xingzhen asked: "I don't know what your name is yet. I am Meng Xingzhen, the pillow of the pillow."

"My name is Qinghuan."

Qinghuan... Meng Xingzhen immediately showed a complicated look, "It sounds nice."

Qing Huan smiled and reached out to flick Zhong Xun's forehead. The tall and big man woke up immediately, with a blank expression on his face and eyes. When he saw the familiar three people in front of him, he asked, "Did I have hallucinations just now?"

"You're really a ghost." Meng Daxian patted his shoulder, "I know all this has a great impact on you, an atheist, but you have to accept reality. Don't think that you can't see, hear, touch, and don't exist. This world is magical."

Zhong Xun was really scared. He refused to tell anyone that the reason he was an atheist was because he was afraid of ghosts. When he was a police academy, his classmates gathered together to watch ghost movies. He was always the one who ran out for training disdain. In fact, he was not disdainful to watch, but he didn't dare to watch it because he was really afraid of such things! Even the most vicious criminals and the most difficult tasks, he was not afraid of them, but once the ghosts were mentioned... Zhong Xun clenched his fists: "I don't believe it!"

"Then I'll tell her to come out."

"Don't!" Zhong Xun felt that the girl was so boring, "I...I don't want to see it yet." He couldn't forget what he saw when he just went in. A corpse covered with white cloth was lying on the stage. He uncovered it and confirmed that it was Wang Fang, and checked it himself - there was still no visible wound on his body. Then when he was about to go out and say that there was nothing wrong, he saw a person gradually appearing in the corner! When he looked at his face, he couldn't be more familiar! Who was it if it wasn't Wang Fang?

His legs were weak at that time, and then he forced himself to move to the door step by step. It took him at least two minutes to complete it in a few seconds. Wang Fang's ghost might not know that he could see it, and he kept standing in the corner and crying sadly. The crying sound was different from that of humans. The tail sound was long and circling, just like the fingernails scratching the blackboard, which made people's scalp numb.

"Accept the reality, Team Zhong." Meng Xingzhen looked at him pity, "This is the truth of the world, you have to accept it, and more in the future. If you are afraid, don't be a policeman as soon as possible. I didn't tell you that when I was having a mortal examination, the ghosts of the deceased were basically watching from the side, and some were sticking with you..."

"Stop talking!" Zhong Xun shook like a Tibetan mastiff, "I don't want to listen."

"You have to listen if you don't want to listen. You are a policeman, don't you catch a criminal? Wang Fang's death is so strange because it was not done by humans." Qinghuan interjected, "And don't worry, you are a policeman, the police are righteous and not afraid of ghosts and gods. Your physique is different from others. The once-in-a-lifetime pure Yang boy body will be burned before those things get close to you."

No wonder... At the beginning, Wang Fang's ghost approached the door, but when he approached, he bypassed it.

But Meng Daxian’s focus is different from others. The fat old man laughed out loud: “Hahahahahahahahahaha, you are still a boy??? You look thirty? You are still a boy chicken and have never eaten meat? Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Zhong Xun: “…”

He came from a police family. After entering university, he trained every day. After graduation, he was assigned to the criminal investigation team. He ran apart every day. How could he have time to have a girlfriend? Is this his fault? He doesn't want to do this, right!

"Uncle Master~" Meng Xingzhen shouted in a long tone, "Tell me, aren't you?"

Meng Daxian's arrogant smile came to an abrupt end.

A few seconds later he began to fight back: "It seems like you are not! Although I am a boy, I have been in love and I am proud! Have you ever talked about it???"

Meng Xingzhen felt that his heart had suffered a critical hit because he had never talked about it.

Qing Huan sighed: "Are you sure you want me, a minor girl, to listen to you guys discussing whether to eat or not?"

Jong Hoon took the lead in calming down: "I think we'll discuss the case."

"Agree." Meng Xingzhen agreed.

Meng Daxian was still a little unfulfilled. How beautiful it was to fall in love? How could these young boys understand? However, the lust on his face did not last long, but slowly disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a deep and complex pain in his eyes. The pain flashed by, and he continued to shake his chin and joined the discussion meeting. Qinghuan almost thought it was dazzled. She moved her fingers and understood what had happened to this fat old man, which made her feel a little sad.

She was also young and handsome, and had a deep heart. She also had a love affair and wanted to stay together for the rest of her life, but in the end she was still separated. The girl was already married and had a child and was happy, but the boy cleared all her memories of herself. She cried loudly on the day she got married, and then she became a fat man.

Then he went from a teenager to a fat old man.

Every day, I cheat and tease the aunt selling buns. I was beaten by the rigorous junior sister, and then I took the stall and wandered around. Now I am completely different from when I was young, but what I don’t forget is the teacher’s admonition.

It's been... very hard.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, but at the same time, it brings not glory and happiness, but countless pain and restraint.

The three men were discussing the hot topic, but Qinghuan was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking until Zhong Xun clenched his fists and said that he would not just do nonsense. In order not to let evil ghosts continue to hurt people, even if he was afraid of such things, he had to be brave enough. However, Meng Xingzhen told him not to go back to the crime scene as soon as possible. There was no reason. Zhong Xun was a rare pure yang body, and he was still a boy chicken. He could be called an evil-exorcist artifact wherever he went. There would be no ghosts approaching the place he had been to within three days, and it was clean. Moreover, even if it was yin or evil before, the pure yang energy would clear the scene as soon as he went, which was also the reason why Meng Daxian could not find clues when he was wandering back and forth at the crime scene.

Qinghuan sighed quietly: "I will show you a clear road. Wang Fang is the first victim. The time of his murder was six days ago. According to the needs of this ghost, it will eat a heart for seven days to practice. Tomorrow night, it will harm people again. It is not difficult to find it. Just go in and ask Wang Fang. Team Zhong should not go in. Wang Fang will be scared to death when he sees you."

Zhong Xun thought to himself that it would be so easy to mess with if he didn't go in.

"Can Wang Fang know?" Meng Daxian asked.

"Of course she knows, because that's her online dating partner!"

"ha???"

Qing Huan held his chin, "Of course you can't find out, because the traces were wiped out by ghosts. Wang Fang dropped out of high school and worked in a coffee shop. He always dreamed that he would meet a prince charming. The ghost had no shape and could only deceive people on the Internet. It was not a victim of random selection. Wang Fang's birth date was exactly the same as before the ghost died. Its power was not enough to support it to leave where it was, so he had to try every means to deceive people. This is why Wang Fang died next to a reservoir that he had never been to before." Wang Fang didn't think about it. Who met his online dating partner was in a reservoir with no one nearby?

"That is to say, the next dead person will also appear in the reservoir." As long as the ghost is not mentioned, Team Zhong's IQ will be online.

"Yes, so you can just go to the reservoir to ambush tomorrow. This guy pulled a few scapegoats and ate another person with the same birth date and horoscope. The area has expanded, so you have to be careful."

Meng Daxian looked at her almost with admiration: "Are all this calculated?"

"yes."

"Do you still accept apprentices?"

Qing Huan laughed: "I won't accept it." It would be a mess if I really wanted to accept this generation.

Meng Daxian asked casually, even if Qinghuan accepted him, he would not worship him. He had only one master in his life. His school had always been like this. One disciple and one master. The master would not accept another disciple, and the disciple would not appreciate his master again. If he had been a teacher, it would be a lifelong thing.

"But don't worry, although we can't be masters and apprentices, we are still friends. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me." Qinghuan said generously, "This is an academic discussion between friends, and it has nothing to do with inheritance."

Meng Daxian's eyes lit up: "It would be great if this is the case! My master went there early and didn't have time to teach me many things. I learned it myself. If you can mention me a little girl, that would be great! I'll ask you to pick up skewers!"

Qing Huan laughed: "Okay, then I must come back with what I invited you before."

Meng Xingzhen asked: "Does the uncle take me?"

Meng Daxian waved his hand: "Go cool off in Bian'er."

Zhongxun said: "Take me?"

"Haha." He was a weak and powerless old man, and he only had a few transactions every day. How much money could he earn if he earned ten or twenty yuan? Are these two big men shameless?

Qinghuan watched them quarrel with a happy smile on her face.

It was like a long time ago, she was lying bored on the roof. A girl fryed sunflower seeds and peanuts for her. A boy was practicing standing stances, and a man was turning on herbs and she was playing and making fun of herbs... That was a long time ago.

A long time ago.
Chapter completed!