so dead

She felt the taste of nausea and nausea, and then she said in amazement: "Can I ask you something?"

"what's up?"

"Don't buy food and vegetables, don't order takeaways and snacks, and live by drinking blood. Are you a vampire?"

vampire?He Yi was stunned for a moment, then remembered the image of a vampire in a film and television drama. After a careful comparison, He Yi said to Zhang Zhaodi with certainty: "I think I am a zombie, because I can't turn into a bat at all."

******

When he woke up, it was already 01:30 in the afternoon, He Yi rubbed his messy hair, and then stretched himself.

The first sleep in his new home, he can only describe it as beautiful, it feels really cool to have a place of his own.

When He Yi was rubbing his hair in a daze and opened the curtains, the sun did not shine into the room without any surprises. The room was still dark and scary, but at least he could see things clearly. After all, after the curtains were drawn in the master bedroom, it was It is really possible to reach the state where you can't see your fingers.

The voice from the TV in the living room came indistinctly, He Yi was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized that there was a ghost in the house.

After He Yi got dressed and went out of the room, he saw Zhang Zhaodi eating a bag of potato chips while watching TV, and the pile of snacks that could have filled the entire coffee table was now running out.

Only a few puddings are still showing their presence.

As for why the snacks that had been burnt to ashes could still be seen, He Yi couldn't explain, anyway, they just appeared in Zhang Zhaodi's hands so abruptly, and then she displayed them on the coffee table.

This can be regarded as a wonderful sight, but it is a pity that snacks are now considered to be things in the underworld, so He Yi can only see them, but cannot touch them.

"Helo!" Seeing He Yi walking out, Zhang Zhaodi finished all the potato chips in one gulp, and said hello in a vague voice.

"Morning," He Yi said listlessly, it's no wonder that he lacks sleep and blood.

"Corpse, you can go and wash your face." Ever since he learned that He Yi is a zombie, Zhang Zhaodi stopped calling him by his name carefully, either as a corpse or as a zombie. Regarding this, He Yi had nothing but helplessness Other methods.

It's still the same old saying, with short hands, you can't get angry with Zhang Zhaodi He Yi.

Although he was taught how to use the electric water heater yesterday, He Yi still didn't plan to use it. It's not that He Yi has the consciousness of saving electricity, he just likes to wash his face with cold water.

After two handfuls of cold water went down, his originally confused mind instantly sobered up a lot.

Thinking that he promised Zhang Zhaodi to find the murderer, He Yi hastened to wash up. He has always been a highly mobile corpse. Since he promised, he must do it, not only to do it, but also to finish it quickly and easily.

When He Yi came out of the bathroom, Zhang Zhaodi just finished finishing the last pudding. Seeing He Yi holding a notebook and pen seriously sitting on the sofa writing something, Zhang Zhaodi was immediately amused.

"Don't be so serious," Zhang Zhaodi said with a smile, "Please help me change the channel first." Always watching such a channel, she also panicked from boredom.

"Why don't I burn the remote control to you." After changing the channel, He Yi whispered.

"Young man," Zhang Zhaodi sighed, "I'm really impatient."

"Okay, I won't be joking with you anymore." He Yi said with a straight face, "You said that you always felt that someone was following you when you walked at night before you died. Does this feeling come from the moment you enter the community?"

"Of course not," Zhang Zhaodi said categorically, "With such a beautiful person like my sister, how can a pervert only follow such a distance? Of course, the distance from the company to home is always felt."

……

"This is easy to handle. Although there is no surveillance in the community, if the surveillance of other road sections can be called up, then the perverted stalker will be able to find it."

"Yeah." Zhang Zhaodi nodded, then said with a smile, "Then you go and get the monitoring."

He Yi: ...

Looking at the silent He Yi, Zhang Zhaodi continued to make up his sword, "By the way, do you know where to tune?"

"Police/police/bureau" He Yi said uncertainly.

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you." Zhang Zhaodi wiped his mouth and said, "The monitoring of different sections of the road is different, and not every copy can be found through the police/station."

"But don't be too happy, just tell me you just ran in and told people that you want to adjust the surveillance, the ghost can give it to you!"

"Then what should I do?" He Yi said frustratedly, "How about I try to stuff money?"

"It's feasible." Zhang Zhaodi blinked, "It's just that the input and output are definitely not proportional. The little money I left you is not enough to squander. How about hacking the surveillance?"

This woman has a bad personality!

Seeing the excited Zhang Zhaodi, He Yi sighed helplessly and then asked, "Do you know anyone reliable?"

"Do you think I'm reliable? Why, what kind of eyes do you have, do I look so unskilled?"

"No, no," He Yi hurriedly shook his head.

"Then why don't you hurry up and buy a computer!!!" Zhang Zhaodi said bitterly, "By the way, buy some snacks and cosmetics, by the way, do you know what brand of cosmetics I like?"

"Forget it, you don't seem to know it, so how about it, I tell you to write, hurry up~"

Chapter 20

Five thousand one for a computer, almost fifteen thousand for a set of cosmetics!

Looking at the bottles and cans in front of him, the corners of He Yi's mouth twitched. He never imagined that the things he put on his face would be so expensive!

"You have a good foundation, and you don't know the distress of those of us with poor foundation." Zhang Zhaodi said while painting eyeshadow, "The foundation is not good, and if you don't take good care of it, you will be completely old, alas."

"Big Sister" He Yi, who was fiddling with the computer, said with a wry smile, "If I remember correctly, you are now in a spirit body state, you can change your clothes and makeup as you like."

As for the skin problem, He Yi sighed even more when he saw Zhang Zhaodi's fair face without any pores.

"Young man," Zhang Zhaodi replied after getting the eye shadow done, "You don't understand the pleasure of painting on your face."

"I'll pay the internet fee," He Yi said, he really couldn't understand this kind of pleasure at all.

Zhang Zhaodi has been scribbling for almost an hour, and He Yi also learned a little basic computer knowledge within this hour.

He was quite novel for the first hour after he bought the computer, but after a while he became a little bored, he is not happy without broadband!

It was cold outside as usual, and He Yi also began to put on layers of clothes. This is the bad thing in winter, and it takes a lot of trouble to pretend.

Mr. Li put the fee bills on the TV table. After sorting out the guts one by one, He Yi also knew where to pay the fees under the guidance of Zhang Zhaodi.

boom!

There was a sudden sound from upstairs, and He Yi was startled. Is the sound insulation effect of this building so bad?

"I'll eat your ****!" Accompanied by this loud voice, a violent female voice also came faintly.

"What the hell?" Zhang Zhaodi was also taken aback, and her eyeliner hand trembled, and a black line of handwriting was added to her eyelids that had already been painted.

"I'll go." Zhang Zhaodi said distressedly as he dropped the eyeliner, "It's endless upstairs!"

"What's going on with the house upstairs?" The cursing voice became more and more intense, and He Yi said in amazement, "If I remember correctly, 503 is Aunt Liu's house, right?"

"Isn't it?" Zhang Zhaodi said angrily, "Did you hear the one who cursed, Mr. Liu's daughter-in-law, the problem of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is so serious!"

"I don't know what's wrong with this family. There are three members of the family, all of whom are intellectuals. They all look gentle and polite, but when they get together, it's a big show."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite," He Yi said after covering himself tightly.

There were already several bags of garbage piled up outside the door. Just as He Yi was carrying the garbage bag down the stairs, he heard the sound of vigorous footsteps coming from the corridor, and then saw a woman who looked like a pregnant woman rushing out of the room. Went upstairs and down.

She seemed very helpless, but He Yi saw hatred in her tearful eyes.

"Excuse me," the pregnant woman wiped away her tears and said to He Yi, her voice was gentle and soft, completely without the ruthlessness of the previous hoarse voice.

He Yi looked at her stomach, and quickly stood on the outside of the stairs to make way. The stairs of this old building were narrow and steep, and the guardrails looked very old. He Yi was a little afraid that she would fall down by accident.

"Thank you" the pregnant woman thanked softly and hurried downstairs.

Seeing the figure of the pregnant woman disappear, before He Yi could take another two steps, she saw Aunt Liu chasing after her out panting. He Yi couldn't help sighing when she saw her sweaty face as she was stepping on slippers. .

"Aunt Liu, you're not wearing a coat." He Yi reminded.

Seeing He Yi's face, Aunt Liu paused for a moment. Seeing him leisurely carrying the garbage bag, she was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what happened.

"Tell me about you." Aunt Liu looked at him resentfully, "Didn't I tell you that it's a haunted house and don't rent it? You're good, it's really scary to be brave."

"It's not that my family members say that my horoscope is hard, so I want to try to live for a while." He Yi, whose horoscope is so hard that he can overcome ghosts, lied seriously.

"Oh," Aunt Liu sighed, and after sighing for a while, she waved her hands and said weakly, "Forget it, you young people are more upright than the other, so what do you want to do?" She turned and went home.

He Yi's sense of guilt rose instantly.

******

"There's something wrong with your mood." Seeing He Yi's listless look, Zhang Zhaodi teased.

"Nothing" He Yi