My dead ghost husband is still alive

After a good night's sleep, Zhou An woke up the next day to watch the city's news, but there was no report on the suicide incident of a young man jumping off a building in XX Hotel.

He was a little uneasy, turned on his mobile phone and searched for keywords such as 'jumping from a building, suicide' on the Internet, and he had already seen someone upload a video recorded on the spot.

Citizens of this city will soon know about this matter, including students and teachers from major colleges and universities.

Not many people knew that Zhou An was involved in this matter, except for the police and only the person in charge of the hotel.

At that time, Team Zheng had solemnly asked the person in charge of the hotel not to disclose Zhou An's information to anyone, especially Zhong Ming and Zhong Qian's parents.

Before the case is closed, in case the other parent's irrational and excessive behavior.

This was done out of the protection of Zhou An. First, Zhou An was still a high school student. Second, Zhong Ming had threatened Zhou An before. How could he know that this was not what Zhong Ming's parents meant.

In short, after these two incidents, the police have already taken Zhou An's personal safety into consideration.

"Zhou An?" Team Zheng called Zhou An for the first time. After hearing a familiar voice responding, he stated the police's decision at the beginning in a business-like manner, and then changed into a private tone: "Little brother, what do you want to do recently?" Be careful yourself, don't go with strangers if you have nothing to do."

"Yeah." Zhou An responded with a nod. After Zhong Ming's incident, he won't be so stupid again: "Thank you Team Zheng for your concern, I will pay attention."

"Little boy, why are you being so polite?" Captain Zheng joked with others every day, and rarely said a few words to Zhou An: "You can go to class with peace of mind, don't delay your study."

"Captain Zheng." Zhou An walked to a remote place and asked in a low voice, "Is this case still open?"

"Haha." Captain Zheng smiled over there: "Why are you in such a hurry, the case that happened just yesterday, and the autopsy report hasn't come out yet." However, he still had doubts in his heart: "Do you think... Zhong Ming really committed suicide? ?”

Even if the medical doctor told him that Zhong Ming committed suicide, that would be hard to understand.

Zhou An broke out in a cold sweat and almost told Team Zheng the truth, but fortunately he responded in time: "Team Zheng, thank you, I have to hang up, and I have to go to class soon."

"Okay." Team Zheng hung up the phone with a mysterious expression on his face.

"How is it?" Nizi propped up his desk with a curious expression on her face, "Did little brother say anything?"

"That kid, you're very vigilant." Captain Zheng touched his chin: "It seems that the emotional card is not easy to play."

"Then start from another aspect." Nizi stood up straight, and walked around the room twice with her arms folded: "I'm sure the deceased committed suicide, but the reason for his suicide is intriguing." Turning to the man Smiling: "Don't you want to know?"

What is the reason that made Zhong Ming commit suicide willingly.

Compared with his sister's excitement, Zhong Ming's death was very peaceful, and there seemed to be no emotional ups and downs before his death.

"In our line of business, it's better to believe less in ghosts and ghosts." Team Zheng said, "Close the case if it should be closed." But: "With Zhong Ming's parents, I'm afraid they will be bad for Zhou An."

Two children died at once, no one can bear this tragedy.

Nizi nodded: "Leave the ideological work to Team Zheng, and little brother Zhou An will thank you."

Team Zheng could only smile wryly. If Zhong Ming's parents' ideological work was so easy to do, he wouldn't have to call Zhou An specifically.

And there are some things that seem to be blocked rather than sparse.

Maybe Zhong Ming's parents will believe that Zhou An is innocent when they see Zhou An.

In the case of Zhong Ming's suicide, Zhou An did not mention it to anyone.Even his good friend Wang Shuo didn't say anything, not because he wanted to hide it, but in the past few days, Zhou An didn't want to bring up this tiring matter.

His mental state has been getting weaker day by day recently, and the classmates and teachers around him can see it.

Wang Shuo thought that he hadn't come out of Zhong Qian's suicide incident, but he felt distressed and hated that iron can't be made into steel, why is he so weak.

The teacher thought the same way, and was so anxious to find Zhou An to do ideological work again, don't let the homework be left behind because of this matter.

But Zhou An knew very well that he was only in such a depressed mood recently because he had rolled too many sheets recently and encountered murder cases one after another.

When asked by the teacher what psychological burden he had, he had no choice but to push the boat along, admitting that he was affected by the murder case.

After school, Zhou An went straight to the market, bought some nutritious food and went home, planning to eat nutritious meals three times a day.

Lu Shan took time to go to the police station, and the answer she got was to let her wait for the case to be closed, and the rest was nothing, just asking her to care more about Zhou An's life.

When she got home and saw her son making soup and cooking, Lu Shan was both relieved and distressed: "Huh?" When she lifted the lid of the pot, she saw that it was a pot of very nourishing soup.

And tonight's recipes are all big fish and meat, high protein.

Zhou An, who usually only eats one bowl of rice, forced himself to eat two big bowls tonight.

"An'an is starting to grow." Lu Shan sighed happily when she noticed that her son's appetite had increased greatly.

The gratifying look in his eyes almost made Zhou An choke. He didn't dare to tell his mother that eating more was just to make up for the deficiency.

"Mom went to the police station today." Holding the soup, Lu Shan casually mentioned: "Captain Zheng said the case has nothing to do with you, and it should be closed soon, so don't worry."

"En." Zhou An nodded, concentrating on eating a piece of fish.

"If it really affects you, you can tell it. Mom is really worried about you." Lu Shan said softly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine." Zhou An said, "Your grades won't drop, don't worry."

"Okay, that's good." Lu Shan said.

Once upon a time, it seemed that there was nothing to talk about between them except their grades.

This is a very common way of getting along between parents and children. Zhou An didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but sometimes his mood drifted and he couldn't find a sense of belonging.

Wang Shuo said that this is a common secondary school thinking among teenagers, maybe it is.

He sighed quietly.

"You don't seem to like doing your homework in the living room recently. I haven't seen you when I came out several times." Lu Shan hardly stays in the living room at night. This is the battlefield for Zhou An to do homework.

"Well, I like to write in my room recently." Zhou An said.

"Okay." Lu Shan formally told him what she wanted to talk about: "Wait a minute...Mom is going out for a party."

After closing the door, Zhou An went to lie on the table, feeling that something was wrong with him.So what if Mom did remarry and start a new family.

I am an adult who is recognized by society and should be independent.

Or maybe it has nothing to do with being independent, just feeling... left behind.

"..." Suddenly Zhou An propped himself up from the table, and felt a familiar coldness approaching him, and then his chin was broken, and he attacked wantonly several times.

It was the male ghost who came again, Zhou An knew, he just frowned habitually.

Every night at this time, Zhong Lin appeared by his side more punctually than the regular alarm clock.

It gave Zhou An the illusion that he would continue like this uninterruptedly and become a part of his life.

Zhou An couldn't help thinking that Zhong Lin was probably the closest and closest existence to him since he was sensible, but...it was a ghost...

It's creamy and cold, as long as you close your eyes and don't look at it, you can take it as alive if you get used to it, and you will get your own temperature after touching it for a long time, making it less unacceptable.

Zhou An closed his eyes and turned around to lean on the desk, his shoulder blades hurt a little from the pain, he thought he was crazy, why would he think about these things, he must be crazy to think like this.

He was close at hand, docked at a distance of one tenth of a centimeter from his mouth, like a dormant beast, waiting for a chance to strike.

In such a quiet and stagnant space, Zhou An's brain became hot, he moved, and touched it forward.

The light-colored lips could leave him at the touch of a finger.

This action is like a dangerous fuse, connected with [-] tons of explosives.Zhou An regretted it after finishing, but it was too late, his shoulders were pressed, and his eyes were wide open...

No, it quickly closed tremblingly, because... the first time he accepted this, it seemed to be chewed up...

Regret swept over like a tide, and was soon overwhelmed by other emotions, making it impossible to think rationally.

He was frightened by everything tonight to have another brand new fear, not just the fear of scary things.

"..."

The air in the room was slightly cold, about several degrees colder than outside.But Zhou An was sweating profusely, thinking in a daze, mother should go.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then let these tormenting voices reverberate in the room for a long time.

"Zhong Lin..." He called that person's name, adding a different meaning to this pure collision for no reason.

Is it intentional or intentional.

In the depths of his heart, would he intentionally please the object of his fear for a moment, would it be... would it be...

Zhou An felt that his partner was crazy, irrational, or originally, but in this night, he went from nothing to nothing, from nothing to crazy.

It's kind of scary, just a little bit.

Zhou An felt that he was going crazy too. Before he lost his mind, what he thought was that the homework hadn't been finished yet, what should I do...

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, and that beautiful and weird hand squeezed the sleeping boy's face flushed from sleep.

"Huh?" Zhou An opened his eyes, confused and sleepy.

"Get up." The young man patted his butt: "Get up and do your homework."

"..." Zhou An made a distorted expression towards the cool air, full of annoyance, pulled up the quilt and buried himself deeply: "I'm going to die..."

I just remembered what I did last night, what I did!

"Tch!" He was laughing, half happy, half annoyed, the reason was unknown.

"I'm going to die!" Zhou An said in a low voice, jumped up from the bed, and began to take advantage of his courage, beating him: "Can you, be a little restrained!" He glared at him and said, "I will be played to death by you. "