a ghost pretending to be human

In the room where the lights were not turned on, the darkness was barely dispelled by the shining lights of the screens on the wall, illuminating the figure of the person sitting in the middle of the room.

Yan Ming's expression was blurred in the shadows.

He sat still for a while, then suddenly smiled slightly, put away his phone, and happily hummed a little tune.

There was a light knock on the door.

The humming stopped abruptly.

Ran Jingtian gently pushed the door open, almost lost his way: "Brother Ming, why are you acting like a gangster?"

Yan Ming: "...what's the matter?"

Ran Jingtian said honestly, "Lu Yiyi wants to see you."

Yan Ming picked a candy from the pile of candies on the table, opened the package and stuffed it into his mouth, he said vaguely: "Didn't I sign her, leave a message and take a picture of her? Is there anything else?"

"Hmm..." Ran Jingtian hesitated, "She wants to watch me dance."

Yan Ming fell into silence.

The Ran family is a family of swordsmiths, and everyone in the Ran family is also very good at swordsmanship, except that there is a "traitor" like Ran Jingtian who likes to dance.

If Ran Jingtian was a girl, playing sword dance would be nothing as long as she didn't delay her work.But Ran Jingtian is a man, and he loves classical dance to the point of neglecting swordsmanship. In the eyes of the traditional Ran family, he is quite nondescript.

Under such circumstances, Lu Yiyi's request to Ran Jingtian was very subtle.

Yan Ming can't say "jump if you want to dance, and refuse if you don't want to dance", because he knows that Ran Jingtian will not refuse people.

He carefully looked at Ran Jingtian's expression, saw that Ran Jingtian was only embarrassed, and said, "Tell her, I won't let you dance."

Ran Jingtian left as if he had received an amnesty.

Being interrupted by Ran Jingtian, Yan Ming's rare good mood disappeared.

He grabbed a handful of candies, put them in his pocket, and left the room.

The office building of the special incident handling team in City B is located next to the villa area in the city center.In the villa area, there are clusters of major imperial master families.

When Yan Ming left the office building, he had habitually put on a smiling face, cast friendly glances at the masters who greeted him, and even handed out a piece of candy.Working in this line of work involves a lot of psychological pressure, and even mental problems often occur, so even if his subordinates make mistakes, Yan Ming does not punish them very much, and usually encourages them.

The team members made mistakes, mostly because of soft hearts.Demons who retaliate against humans for destroying the environment, demons who are crazy about love, ghosts who have never harmed anyone, and monsters who are ignorant of the world are all targets that they easily violate the rules and secretly let go.Yan Ming doesn't care too much about this kind of thing, as long as it doesn't cause too serious consequences, sometimes it will pass by turning a blind eye, and it should be to protect those "good hearts".

However, he himself is a well-known killing god. First, he can’t encourage this kind of atmosphere where human feelings are greater than legal principles. Second, this method is the most convenient and safest. Third, it is difficult for him to empathize with those demons and ghosts, so he has no sympathy. .In this world, the strong are respected. If you refuse to accept, you will become stronger. Why are you talking about being weak?So many creatures disappear every day, what is special about you, why don't you disappear?

Yan Ming took a glance and found the black car waiting for him.He walked over, opened the car door, told the driver the address, and closed his eyes for a nap.

He sleeps very lightly, and it is logical that he would not dream, but when he closes his eyes recently, he always feels that he sees a piece of chaos, and there is even a faint music lingering around.It was either a hallucination from his overwork, or a subconscious resistance to cues.He thought the latter was more likely, but he couldn't solve this problem by himself, and he didn't have anyone he could trust to help, so he could only shelve it temporarily.

After the car stopped for a while, Yan Ming realized that he had arrived at his destination.

He rubbed his temples, got out of the car, and waved his hand to tell the driver not to wait for him.

The car drove away quickly.

Yan Ming came downstairs to Li Zigui's house and looked out the window.

The headlights in the house must have been turned off, the dark curtains were half drawn, and the glass reflected light, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

This is an ordinary residential building in an ordinary community, where many elderly people live. In order to facilitate entry and exit, the door of the building is even blocked with stones, completely losing its role in ensuring safety.

Yan Ming opened the door, climbed up the narrow stairs, and soon reached the door of Li Zigui's house, and then rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door was opened quietly.

Li Zigui's grandma stood at the door, poking her head out cautiously.

"Grandma, hello, I'm Li Zigui's classmate." Yan Ming said with a smile, "I'm looking for him."

Grandma was stunned, and said kindly: "It's Li Zi's friend. It's not time for school, and Li Zi hasn't come back yet. Are you in a hurry, why don't you come in and sit for a while?"

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, thank you grandma." Yan Ming replied, changed into slippers and entered the door.

The living room is small, and the doors of the two bedrooms opposite can be seen at a glance.Yan Ming walked directly to the door of Li Zigui's room, turned his head to his grandma and said, "Excuse me, can you let me go in and chat with him for a while?"

"Ah?" Grandma was taken aback, "But Li Zi didn't..."

Yan Ming opened the door directly and took a look inside.

As expected, it was empty and quiet.The wooden furniture stood quietly, only a pen holder and a notebook placed on the table showed a little popularity.

"I'm already at your house, why don't you come out to receive me?" Yan Ming said to the empty bedroom under grandma's astonished and bewildered eyes.

There was still no change in the bedroom, it seemed that Yan Ming was very insane.

Yan Ming smiled indifferently, and his right hand drew a brief trajectory in the air, holding the sword that quickly emerged.

He casually slashed the air a few times, then put the sword back into its sheath, stared at grandma with burning eyes, but said in a nonchalant tone, "This is fake."

Grandma was startled, and her eyes moved to the sword.

The expression on her face quickly subsided, returned to calm, and then sighed: "Silly, I was deceived."

After finishing speaking, she went back to her room, closed the door, and left Yan Ming alone in the living room.

The air gradually fell into silence.

"Still coming out?" The sword in Yan Ming's hand quickly disappeared.

After a while.

"...Ah." Li Zigui appeared in front of Yan Ming in an instant, and raised his hands helplessly, "You won."

If Yan Ming was using the real ghost sword, then everything would be logical.

But this is just a fake sword with a tangible but intangible substance.Even if Li Zigui is a ghost, the sword will not cause any harm when it passes by him.

Then, why did Li Zigui dissipate as if he was stabbed by a real ghost sword?

…Because he recognized the ghost sword and clearly knew its effect, thus creating the illusion.

The moment Li Zigui recognized the wrong sword, he lost.

This time it was really hurting, he thought silently, maybe two vests would collapse in a row.

"By the way," Yan Ming leaned against the door frame, "Did you notice it yourself or did you see Ye Dao's hint?"

"It's all there." Li Zigui shrugged, "He worked very hard."

Ye Dao wanted to protect Lu Yiyi, but also didn't want to hurt Li Zigui, so he tried his best to create a sense of disobedience and imply that Li Zigui was cheating, and even brought guns, which he had never carried with him, in his pocket.Li Zigui felt tired for him looking at it.

"By the way," Li Zigui thought for a while and asked, "Does Ye Zi know that this sword is fake?"

Yan Ming spread his hands: "Of course I don't know."

Ye Dao: ...I feel like I've been played.