Live ghost hunting: Boss, she raises a ghost king instead

The next day, at dawn, Zheng Lingyu, who had been sleeping soundly, opened her eyes with a rooster crow outside the window.

Her eyes were lifeless, as numb as a dead thing.

Zheng Lingyu's eyes widened and she stared at the ceiling quietly. It took a long time to sit up stiffly, and it took another half an hour to do this.

When Jiang Buyan woke up, he saw Zheng Lingyu sitting there blankly. She yawned and said, "Did you remember anything?"

Zheng Lingyu heard the voice and turned her head to look at Jiang Buyan in confusion, without saying a word.

"It doesn't matter, think about it again." Jiang Buyan held his chin in one hand and sat cross-legged next to Zheng Lingyu, quietly waiting for her reaction.

"Cold...so cold." Zheng Lingyu suddenly spoke, muttering intermittently, her eyes still dark.

"Why is it cold? Where are you and what is around you?" Jiang Buyan perked up when he heard her answer. He immediately sat up and recorded Zheng Lingyu's words verbatim in the memo on his phone.

"Water...mud...stomach pain." Zheng Lingyu's expression suddenly became very painful, and her whole body shivered and huddled up, feeling uncontrollably afraid.

"What else? Tell me more." Jiang Buyan frowned as he looked at her painful expression.

"Big... Huang" After saying these two words, Zheng Lingyu fainted and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Jiang Buyan stared at the few clues on the memo, trying to piece them together, trying to find something.

While she was thinking, Zheng Lingyu woke up again, panting heavily, looking like she had a nightmare.

"Phew, I'm scared to death. Why am I sweating all over? Is the weather so hot?" Zheng Lingyu kept fanning the wind with her hands and squinted at the surroundings.

"Are you awake? Let's go downstairs and have breakfast. After dinner, you can stay here and don't go anywhere except going to the toilet." Jiang Buyan silently turned off his phone, put on his shoes and prepared to go downstairs.

"Stay all day? Do nothing? Then why did you call me?" Zheng Lingyu muttered dissatisfiedly, changing her shoes to keep up.

When the two of them arrived downstairs, the woman was washing clothes and drying them in the yard.

Seeing the two of them coming down, she smiled and praised: "You guys got up so early! Wait a minute, I'll finish drying these clothes and then go cook. There are only two pieces left."

"It's okay, you go ahead." Jiang Buyan glanced at the clothes on the clothes drying rack and said.

Zheng Lingyu, who was on the side, also looked at it. When she saw the security uniform hanging there, she couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Buyan noticed something strange about her and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the security uniform is weird..." Zheng Lingyu suppressed the nausea in her heart and continued: "It's weird."

"Huh?" Jiang Buyan raised his eyebrows, and then asked: "Auntie, is there anyone in your family working in the city?"

The woman paused while drying the clothes, and then said, "Yes... my son works in the city."

"Are these clothes his?" Jiang Buyan asked, pointing to the dark blue security uniform.

"Ah, yes, he just came back last night. He has a day off today and has to go to work again tomorrow." The woman finished drying the clothes, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"Why are you asking these questions?" Zheng Lingyu touched Jiang Buyan with her elbow.

Jiang Buyan slowly raised the corners of his mouth and asked without answering, "Do you want to see what his son looks like?"

"Why are you looking at him? What good can a security guard do?" Zheng Lingyu said disdainfully.

"It's okay. You are here today anyway. If you have nothing to do, just stand by the window and look out. If you see his son, remember to tell me how you feel."

Zheng Lingyu, who was already feeling unwell, immediately curled her lips and complained, "I already thought this family member was uncomfortable, but you still want me to see you for a whole day, it's so hard for someone to do it!"

"Huh? Not feeling well? Yesterday you praised this aunt for her enthusiasm." Jiang Buyan stared at Zheng Lingyu with a half-smile.

"Is there...you remember it wrong, I don't like them anyway." Zheng Lingyu turned away from him with a guilty conscience.

"Maybe I remembered it wrong. I'll go out after dinner. Remember to see what her son looks like." Jiang Buyan warned her again and again.

Zheng Lingyu beside her didn't speak. She just felt nauseous and had a feeling of motion sickness, as if the air around her was smelly.

Everything around her made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable. She felt like her whole body was covered in mud, unable to break free, sticky and cold.