Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

After waking up, Xia Tan still did not delete the master’s friend.

Because the case was transferred to the Strange Investigation Department, the news of Jiang Wen's fall could no longer be followed up. Xia Tan could only suggest writing a news page based on the existing clues, which was enough.

But what he got in return was a scolding from the boss.

The office of Bo Bing News Agency.

"My previous boss strongly recommended you to me, but you can't even get this piece of news! What do you mean the police said the police said? Can't you find clues yourself?"

"No matter what method you use, I just want to see the result. The result now is that you didn't take down the news!"

"If you can't even do this, what else can you do? Are all the people in your group useless people who take the money but don't do anything?!"

The curses couldn't even block the office door. When Xia Tan walked out, he attracted a lot of attention. His expression didn't change. He even blinked at Fatty and the others to indicate that everything was fine.

Five minutes later, in the stairwell.

Xia Tan sat on the stairs holding a cup of bitter coffee, feeling that his life was more bitter than the coffee. For the first time, he thought about quitting his job.

But it wasn’t because of today’s scolding.

When Xia Tan just graduated, he was appreciated by his then boss and was particularly motivated to do journalism. However, this year his previous leader left, and the new boss who was parachuted in is a complete layman who only knows how to exaggerate news for the sake of publicity.

This completely defeats the purpose of factual journalism.

Xia Tan raised the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, took a deep breath, and continued to organize the documents in her hand.

The cell phone rang, and it was another unfamiliar number.

"I said we should catch a ghost to scare your boss."

Xia Tan blinked her wet eyelashes, "You are spying on me."

Jinchen: “…No.”

"Oh."

I do not believe.

Jinchen completely broke free from the confinement of the house, floating in the air on the roof with an umbrella, looking outside for where he wanted to go, without forgetting to talk to the other end in his hand.

"It's okay. Your leader is unlucky. He will be taught a lesson by the ghost later."

Xia Tan lowered his head and heard the gentle and casual voice on the other end of the phone. He strangely felt the warmth of being comforted and asked again: "Jinchen, are you comforting me?"

Jinchen hummed, "Doesn't it sound like it?"

"Unlikely... maybe you don't have the talent to comfort humans." Xia Tan curved his eyebrows.

"alright."

Jinchen did not comment, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he found the floating ghost.

"I have something to do outside. I'll be back later."

Xia Tan hummed in confusion, then answered obediently after a while. He didn't dare to ask what Jin Chen wanted to do, but was afraid of someone getting killed, so he asked hesitantly, "You... don't want to kill anyone, right?"

Jinchen: "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone."

After the call was hung up, the phone suddenly disappeared from Jinchen's fingertips, and was replaced by a short black blade that symbolized an ominous aura, like the god of death's harvest sickle.

"Got you."

Jinchen's voice was blown away by the wind as his figure disappeared, and the ending tone was filled with murderous intent.

On the other side of the city, a strong wind blew after a long-lost cloudy day. The air was filled with moisture. Dark clouds gradually gathered, and the car lights and traffic lights became blurred.

It's going to rain heavily soon.

In an empty space in a cemetery somewhere, an empty black plastic bag was blown up and down by the wind, desolate and silent. Almost no one would come here.

The places where Jiang Wen was burned by the ghost energy had holes on them, making the already ugly ghost look even more miserable.

At this moment he was curled up on the ground, looking up in almost horror.

A tall man holding a black umbrella appeared, standing straight, his body as slender as a bamboo, so proud that he was unforgettable.

His lowered cold eyes were filled with a strong gloomy aura, his lips were pale and his voice was cold.

"Now that you've turned into a ghost, why don't you seek revenge on me?"

Jiang Wen: “…”

How could I not know the difference between a ghost and a ghost!

but……

Jiang Wen looked at Jin Chen inquiringly and panickingly, "You... have recovered your memory?"

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, "How do you know I have lost my memory?"

Of course Jinchen did not recover his memory.

But it didn't affect his uncontrollable murderous intent when he saw this man...this ghost.

And when I heard Xia Tan complaining about encountering a ghost yesterday, I knew with a little thought that Xia Tan was the unlucky guy that the hanged ghost was talking about in the group.

Of course the ghost who bullied his wife must die.

It’s better to solve it as soon as possible.

"You've already killed me once!"

Jiang Wen obviously just wanted to keep silent about the reason why Jinchen lost his memory. He couldn't stop backing away. Although his eyes were filled with fear, there was also uncontrollable resentment.

"It's not just me who harmed you...Isn't it enough that I helped you kill Jin Bing? If you really want to hate someone...you should hate the Feng Shui master of the Jin family!"

It seems that this thing knows a lot about his past.

Jinchen originally wanted to kill him directly, but now he had other ideas.

He raised his hand, and his bony white fingertips contracted. Jiang Wen's entire body was quickly wrapped in black mist, and he couldn't move at all.

"Tell me who I am."

Jiang Wen was extremely frightened. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he pulled his stiff muscles and laughed, "You won't know! You will never remember it again... I will never tell you even if I turn to ashes!"

Jinchen was not at all flustered. He beat up the stubborn Jiang Wen and finally stuffed the medicine into the black bottle elegantly.

Produced by the system mall, specially designed for dealing with ghosts, 50 points, fair to everyone.

Jinchen glanced at the empty cemetery and hesitated for two seconds. Finally, he remembered that there must be no tombstone for him here, so he turned around and went home.

Don’t let the little bees wait impatiently!

Little did he know that Xia Tan was not on his way home at this moment.

-

After hanging up the phone in the stairwell, Xia Tan received comfort from Shao Dong, a photographer from the same group, and Lin Qian, who brought sugar cubes to put in his coffee.

The three of them sat together on the stairwell for a while, and Lin Qian suddenly suggested going out for a drink in the evening to relieve their sorrows.

Xia Tan subconsciously wanted to refuse. Ever since he and Jinchen agreed to live in harmony, he has maintained the habit of returning home on time.

But then I remembered that Jinchen was not at home today.

Unable to resist Lin Qian and Shao Dong's persuasion, Xia Tan finally got into Shao Dong's car heading to the bar.

bar.

The noisy music kept hitting the eardrums, but fortunately the box was relatively quiet. The three people were happily drinking and singing, cursing their leader for being an idiot.

Xia Tan's depressed mood was released, and the slightly dim light in the box could not hide her bright smile, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Lin Qian glanced at Shaodong's somewhat obsessed eyes and couldn't help but smile. He made a gesture to encourage him, then stood up and told Xia Tan that he was going to the bathroom.

"Okay! Xiaolin, be careful."

Xia Tan did not forget the mixed crowd in the bar.

After a few minutes, the song in the box suddenly turned into a softly whispered love song, and the lights became ambiguous.

"Xiao Xia."

Xia Tan looked back blankly and saw Shao Dong gradually approaching, and his expression was even a little excited.

"I…I have something to tell you."

Shaodong stared at the handsome young man in front of him with fascination, and finally he could say what he had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"I like you! I want to be with you."