Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Near noon, several people left the school and returned to the studio.

Before Zuo Yan entered the door, he took a special look at the plaque above his head - Kaifeng Mansion, but he still didn't connect the black charcoal with the crescent moon on his forehead with Si Jia.

It was the first time for Zuo Yan to dine with everyone, and this was also the first day he entered the studio as a full-time employee.

However... He dared to say that this scene would never be seen once in a lifetime.

Regardless of the small number of people in the studio, the place is quite big, and there is a room for eating alone.

Before the meal, a few people were very lively and said that since today is their first dinner together, let's eat and relax, and they won't bring work together.

Zuo Yan was quite touched. He saw these people getting busy and frantic for the first time yesterday, and he couldn't believe that he saw them again for the second time.

The five of them sat on both sides of the table. In front of Zuo Yan were a few cold arrow bamboos and a large glass of milk, which were his standard equipment.

However, with the bamboo in his mouth, he didn't speak for a long time, for fear of disturbing them.

A palm-sized censer was placed in front of the other four people, with a few sticks of incense sticking out of it, and a small amount of smoke that rose up circled in the air, and was sucked into the mouths and noses of the people visible to the naked eye.

With a knife and fork in hand, before eating, He Dahua murmured that he was not used to using the fork, and it was better than chopsticks.

There is no steak on the plate, only a few red candles, with a knife down, cut in half, put a fork on it, and pass it into the mouth...

He Bao started to slurp his mouth while eating, which shows that the taste is still good, but blood started to ooze from his chest...

Wu Kuan ate and ate, his head came down by itself, and made a clanging sound when it landed on the table, but his hands didn't stop, and he continued feeding mouthful by mouthful.

Zuo Yan couldn't control it for a while, and bit off a corner of the bamboo. The clear and crisp sound made several people look over with dull eyes.

He Yu held up the fork and handed it over to him, slammed his tongue on the plate, and said something inarticulate.

Zuo Yan didn't understand, so the system explained to him, "She said you want some little panda?"

Zuo Yan quickly waved his hands, "You eat what you eat, and I eat bamboo."

He Yu grinned, and rolled his tongue into his mouth with one hand.

Zuo Yan couldn't sit still in his seat. It was clearly noon, when the sun was at its peak, but there was a gloomy smell in the room.

"You turned off the vibration."

System: "I... didn't turn on the vibration."

Zuo Yan: "I told you not to shake."

System: "Whoever is shaking."

This system seems to be more scared than him, and there is no hope at all.

Zuo Yan didn't dare to stare at them, so he could only look down at his plate, "Well... the boss hasn't come yet, I'll call him."

As soon as he stood up, the four ghosts stared at him in unison, their eyes were dull, their movements were slow, and they looked even more... scary, "Boss doesn't eat."

Zuo Yan smiled stiffly, "Oh." He finally understood the look in Si Jia's eyes before he left, maybe this person didn't eat because the group of his subordinates were too scary.

The ghosts kept watching him sit down before looking back. The meal tasted like chewing wax, and Zuo Yan was forced to watch their deaths in a loop.

The system was already shaking like a sieve in his mind, and Zuo Yan explained to it the cause of these people's deaths out of the feeling that being alone is worse than being happy with everyone.

Not to mention He Yu and Wu Kuan, He Bao should have had his heart pierced. As for He Dahua, looking at his livid face and bleeding mouth, he should have taken poison. As for whether he was forced or voluntary, it is not clear.

System: "Stop talking!"

Zuo Yan: "You don't have to listen."

System: ... I really don't want to listen!

The meal that lasted like a year finally passed, and the few people who finished the meal returned to their previous appearance in a second.

He Yu cleaned up the plate and fork, "Is it good? I specially asked someone to airlift this cold arrow bamboo. How does it taste?"

Zuo Yan shook his cold paws, "It tastes good, thank you Sister He."

"Hey, as long as you like it, how can you be so cute." He Yu pinched his little face and went to the back kitchen to wash the dishes.

Zuo Yan wiped his face, as if he rolled his tongue and didn't wash his hands just now, it smelled like wax.

Leaving the kitchen is like leaving the gate of hell, and the sky is dawning.

Zuo Yan went straight to Si Jia's office from the kitchen, knocked on the door and entered, and stood in front of him, "Boss, let me do something."

Si Jia looked at him, "I didn't faint from fright, I'm still a bit promising."

No, he almost fainted, who knows if he will be treated as lunch in the next few days after he faints.

Si Jia said: "Ghosts will return to their original nature when they eat, especially you, remember, don't approach them at this time."

mmp!Then you didn't say it earlier!

If he made a careless move at the dinner table just now, the person standing here would be a bone.

"Not letting you see it with your own eyes can stop your curiosity." Sika said lightly.

Zuo Yan is very self-aware, he can't.

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In the afternoon, Zuo Yan and Boss Si did not go to investigate the case, but went to the mall and supermarket to buy daily necessities.

According to the normal procedure, he should be allowed to choose it himself, after all, he wants to use it, and the clothes are also worn on him.

However, when he entered the shopping mall, Zuo Yan became a follower, without any right to speak.

The other Zuo Yan can bear it, really, he is easy to talk, there is only one, which is the wish he has always wanted but never achieved.

He really wanted to choose the color of the underwear by himself, after all, others couldn't see it, and he was the only one who could see it every day.

"Can I choose my own underwear?"

Si Jia didn't even look at it, "No way."

You are ruthless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable, Zuo Yan, with a bag all over his body, followed behind him with a face full of accusations.

The clerk enthusiastically introduced to Si Jia which set was the new style and which set was suitable for him. His enthusiasm almost caught up with the sun outside. As for the white-haired 'non-mainstream' Zuo Yan, he was ignored throughout the process.

"I'll just pick one." Zuo Yan approached him, smiling cutely, and stretched out a finger.

Si Jia bowed his head, "You pay the bill."

Zuo Yan was honest at once, he didn't even have a steel coin on him, and after several worlds, this person understood his virtues more and more.

The clerk gave him a mocking look out of the corner of his eye, completely mistaking him for a salesperson, and squeezed him behind with his butt twisting.

Only then did Zuo Yan notice him, staring at his back for a while, thoughtful.

The system popped up suddenly: "Frankly and honestly robbing you of a man, go! Get rid of him!"

Zuo Yan: "...Did you take the wrong medicine?"

The system showed itself: "Go back and upgrade it, is it a little different?"

Zuo Yan: "Go back and fix it, there is definitely something wrong."

Seeing another bag of white, Zuo Yan quickly went to it, "I don't like white very much."

Sika lowered his head and ticked his chin, "I like it."

Zuo Yan: ...What happened just now, mom, I met a hooligan.

System: "You still blush after being molested by hooligans."

Zuo Yan carried the two newly added bags, "Who made him look good and rich."

When he came out of the store after shopping, the male clerk followed him with reluctant eyes.

Sitting in the car, Zuo Yan asked, "Why was there a black circle around that man's neck just now?" It was a bit like being pinched out by someone.

Si Jia started the car, "He has ghost energy on him, he won't live long."

Zuo Yan was surprised, "The ghost wants to kill him?"

"It's to torture him. When he can't take it anymore, he will die naturally. No one needs to do anything." Si Jia's tone was indifferent, and his life was of no importance to him.

"Then did he bring the blame on himself or is he innocent?"

The moment Si Jia turned his head, he seemed to see a flash of red light in his eyes.

"Is there a difference? You still want to save him."

Zuo Yan shook his head, life and death are fate, the words that Si Jia said at noon are still in his ears, the blood on the ghost's hands must be due to obsession.

In the evening, Si Jia received an urgent call from another province, so he went to the other place overnight.

Zuo Yan and He Bao went to the bar together.

A lively place, in short, is a disaster for Zuo Yan, who has a sensitive ear.

The two sat at the bar, asking about the girls with the bartender brother.

Despite the recent murder case, the bar is still lively, maybe it's because the dead are all students, so some people feel confident.

"A few of them, I have a little impression, you shouldn't ask me about this, you should ask Su Yimo, these girls are his little fans."

The bartender swayed to the music while putting the five hundred yuan red bill into his trouser pocket.

He Bao asked, "Who is Su Yimo?"

The bartender said: "Our resident singer has finished his performance today, and I don't know his address, but you can come early tomorrow to see him."

At this time, a few people came over to strike up a conversation, the ones looking for He Bao were mostly girls, and the ones looking for Zuo Yan were mostly men.

"Thank you, I don't know how to drink."

"You don't drink at the bar, are you looking for someone?" The man approached him and said.

That's right, I'm here to find someone.

The man didn't leave, but kept pestering them. He Bao whispered in his ear, "I'll scare him to death."

The left brain stopped him, and with the compassion of saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, he picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and asked the person, "I'm done drinking, how about you?"

Next, there were more and more wine glasses on the bar, and the two drank each other. Zuo Yan kept drinking that person, and then he stopped and burped.

After leaving the bar, He Bao said, "Can you drink?"

Zuo Yan said, "I don't know either, it seems to be all right."

He Bao said: "Do you know what was written in the eyes that man looked at you just now?"

Zuo Yan: "Jiu Xian."

He Bao shook his head, "There are only four words in his eyes, cute, miss the day."

Zuo Yan: .... Your grandma's leg.

He Bao laughed for a while, then scratched his head, "I don't know where to hide this viscera thing, it's killing me."

Zuo Yan: Didn't you die a long time ago?

"Boss doesn't know when he will come back. This list is on my head now, little panda, you have to help me."

The studio receives different orders every day, and there are many supernatural events of all kinds, big and small, and one person is responsible for several, and he is as busy as a spinning top every day.

Zuo Yan is the only one who is free, but it may be because this is his first day at work.

"Pay." Zuo Yan stretched out his paw. It's definitely not possible to help for free, and it's hard to do without money.

He Bao looked at him in shock, "I thought you were like a lotus, but I didn't expect you to be so vulgar."

"Then I'm going back to sleep."

There was a special smell in the wind, faint and rancid,

"Don't, there is something to discuss, isn't it just money, what the hell! Why are you running away!"

Zuo Yan shouted against the wind, "I found that thing!"