Ninety-third bowl of soup (5)

Qing Huan said: "Yes."

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

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

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

It didn't take five minutes to get in and I ran out. 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: "Which school do you follow? We all know that there are sects with great faces in the world, but we have never seen you like this. , Who is your master?"

"I said you don't know him either, my master's surname is Lang."

The surname Lang... I have never heard of an expert 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. I am Meng Xingzhen, the pillow of the pillow."

"My name is Qinghuan."

Qinghuan... Meng Xingzhen suddenly showed a complicated expression, "It sounds very good."

Qing Huan smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked on Zhong Xun's forehead. The tall man was awakened immediately, his face was pale and his eyes were empty, and he asked, "Did I have a hallucination just now, when I saw the three familiar people in front of me?"

"You're so hell." Meng Daxian patted him on the shoulder, "I know that all of this has a great impact on you, an atheist, but you have to accept the reality and don't think that if you can't see or touch, you 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 his classmates gathered together to watch ghost movies at the police academy, he would always be the one who ran out for training with disdain. In fact, he didn't disdain to look at it, he didn't dare to look at it, because he was really afraid of such things! He is not afraid to accept even the worst criminals and the most difficult, dangerous and difficult tasks, but once a ghost is mentioned... Zhong Xun clenched his fists: "I don't believe it!"

"Then I will tell her to come out."

"Don't!" Zhong Xun felt that the girl was really bored, "I...I don't want to see it yet." He couldn't forget what he saw when he went in just now. A corpse covered with a white cloth was lying on the stage. He uncovered it and looked at it to make sure it was Wang Fang. He checked it again himself-there were still no visible wounds on his body, and then he was about to go out and say there was no ghost, **** it. I saw the shape of a person gradually appeared in the corner! If you look at the familiar face again, you can't be familiar again! Who is it if it's not Wang Fang?

He weakened his legs at the time, and then he moved to the door step by step with strong support. It took him at least two minutes to walk the distance in a few seconds. Wang Fang’s ghost might not know he could see it, but he kept standing in the corner mourning. Crying. The cry was different from that of a human being. The ending sound was long and winding, just like scratching a blackboard with a fingernail.

"Accept the reality, Team Zhong." Meng Xingzhen looked at him pityingly, "This is the truth of the world, you have to accept it, and there will be more in the future. If you are afraid that you will not be a policeman as soon as possible. I didn't tell you, before. When I did the post-mortem, the ghosts of the dead were basically watching from the side, and some were stuck to you..."

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

"If you don't want to listen, you have to listen. You are a policeman. You don't catch criminals? Wang Fang's death is so strange because it was not done by humans." Qinghuan interjected, "And you can rest assured that you are a policeman, a policeman. Righteous enough, you are not afraid of ghosts and gods, and your physique is different from other people. The body of a once-in-a-lifetime pure-yang boy, those things will be burned before they come close to you."

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

But Meng Daxian's focus is different from others. The fat old man chuckled and laughed: "Hahahahahahaha, you're still a boy??? Look at thirty, right? Or a boy who has never eaten meat? Hahahahahahaha!"

Zhong Xun: "..."

He came from a family of police officers, he was admitted to university and trained every day. After graduation, he was assigned to the criminal investigation team. He broke his leg every day in the case. How could he have time to make a girlfriend? Is it his fault? He doesn't want to be like this, okay!

"Uncle Master~" Meng Xingzhen exclaimed, "Speaking of others, aren't you?"

Meng Daxian's arrogant smile stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later he began to fight back: "It sounds 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 been hit with 10,000 points, because he hadn't talked about it yet.

Qing Huan sighed: "Are you sure you want my underage girl to be here in the middle of the night to listen to your big men discussing the question of whether or not they are open?"

Zhong Xun took the lead to calm down: "I think we should discuss the case."

"Agree." Meng Xing agreed.

Meng Daxian still has something to say, how beautiful it feels to fall in love~ how can these hairy boys understand~ but the color on his face did not last long, but slowly disappeared, replaced by deep and complicated eyes. The pain of this pain flashed by, and he continued to join the discussion meeting with his double chin shaking, and Qinghuan almost thought it was dazzling. She moved her fingers to understand what had happened to this fat old man, which made her feel sad.

I was young and handsome, and I was deeply impressed, and I wanted to stay together for a lifetime, but in the end the mandarin ducks were separated. The young girl was married and had a happy baby, but the young man erased all her memories of herself. She cried and cried on the day of her wedding, and then...become a fat man after eating.

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

Every day she swindles and swindles, molesting the auntie who sells steamed stuffed buns, being beaten by the rigorous little junior sister, and then carrying the stall wherever she is, wandering around. Now and when I was young, I have become two different people, the only thing I don't forget is the teacher's admonition.

It's... very hard.

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

The three men were discussing in full swing, but Qing Huan was at a loss as to what he was thinking, until Zhong Xun clenched his fist and said that he should not talk nonsense and just do it. In order not to let evil spirits continue to hurt people, even if he was afraid of this kind of thing, he had to be courageous. on. However, Meng Xingzhen told him not to go back to the crime scene in the first time. There was no reason for him. Zhong Xun was a rare pure-yang body, and he was still a boy chicken. Wherever he went clean, he could be called an exorcism artifact. Where he has been, there will be no ghosts approaching within three days, and it is clean. And even if it was no matter how yin and evil were before, as soon as he went, the pure yang energy emptied the scene, which is why Meng Daxian couldn't find clues when he went to and fro at the crime scene.

Qing Huan sighed quietly: "I will show you a clear road. Wang Fang is the first victim. The time of death was six days ago. According to the needs of this ghost, it eats a heart for seven days to cultivate. It will be cultivated tomorrow night. It’ll hurt people again. It’s not difficult to find it. Just go in and ask Wang Fang. Team Zhong will not go in. Wang Fang will be scared to death when he sees you."

Zhong Xun thought in his heart that it's so annoying not to go in.

"Can Wang Fang know?" Meng Daxian asked.

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

"what???"

Qing Huan supported her chin, "Of course you can't find out, because the traces have been erased by ghosts. Wang Fang dropped out of high school and worked in a coffee shop. She always dreamed of meeting a prince charming. The ghosts have no physical form and can only be found on the Internet. Lie, it’s not a casual victim. Wang Fang’s birth date is exactly the same as before the ghost’s death, and its strength is not enough to support it to leave the place where it is, so it must try every means to deceive people. This is why Wang Fang died. The reason next to the reservoir that I’ve never been to.” Wang Fang, the girl, didn’t even think about it. Who met the online dating partner was in a reservoir where there were few people nearby?

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

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

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

"Yup."

"Do you still accept apprentices?"

Qing laughed and said, "No." It's really messy to accept this generation.

Meng Daxian asked at will, Qinghuan would not worship even if he accepted him. He has been a master in his life. They have always been like this. One apprentice has one master. The master will not accept another disciple, and the disciples will never worship the master again. It's a lifetime thing to approve a teacher.

"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." Qing Huan said generously, "This is an academic discussion between friends and has nothing to do with inheritance."

Meng Daxian's eyes lit up: "It would be great if so! My master went early, and I didn't have time to teach me a lot of things. I was a self-taught student who can give me a bit. If you can give me a little girl, that would be great. But anyway! I invite you to skewer!"

Qinghuai laughed: "Okay, then I must eat back what I asked you before."

Meng Xingzhen asked: "Uncle Master take me?"

Daxian Meng waved his hand: "Come on, cool off."

Zhong Xun said, "Take me?"

"Haha." He is a weak and feeble old man. He has only a few transactions every day, earning ten yuan and twenty yuan, how much money can he make? Shame on these two big men?

Qinghuan looked at them bickering with a happy smile on their faces.

It was like a long, long time ago, when she was lying on the roof bored, a young girl fried sunflower seeds and peanuts for her, a teenager was doing exercises while standing, and the other was turning over herbs, and the two were fighting... it was a long time. The previous thing.

long long ago.