My monsters are going to heaven

To catch ghosts, you must first prove that there are ghosts in this world.At least Wen Yuan thinks he doesn't have the ability.

Sister Kong pouted: "So what do the police do..."

She was interrupted by the little nurse before she finished speaking, and she smiled apologetically at Wen Yuan: "That's right, Inspector, it might be man-made. If it was done by someone, you can always help, right?"

Wen Yuan signaled her to continue.

"Just a few days ago, some strange things happened in our hospital." The little nurse unconsciously lowered the volume, "At first, it was only the people on the night shift who heard the cry of the child. Beep," she said It looked like a crying baby, "We thought it was a pussy kitten, but something even weirder happened! Just last night, a corpse we put in the morgue was eaten. !"

Wen Yuan sat up straight involuntarily, and frowned: "Been eaten?"

It sounds... familiar.

"The corpse was a beggar who was brought in in a car accident yesterday afternoon. He couldn't be rescued, and died soon. We couldn't find his family members, and we put it in Room [-] of the mortuary. The original corpse was only seriously injured in the head. Other places It’s alright. I saw it this morning, and there’s nothing in my stomach.” Sister Kong said vividly, “The dean thinks it’s unlucky, so I just dragged it to burn it. I’m going to clean up Room [-] now. You’re not creepy! "

"How do you know you were eaten?" Wen Yuan asked lightly.

"There are teeth marks on it." Sister Kong compared her index finger with her thumb, "It's just such a small tooth, smaller than the cap of a little thumbnail. It's not animal teeth, but human teeth, not ghosts!"

"Ah Jin, you can reincarnate with peace of mind. I will take care of what you entrusted..."

Lu Yiming put a brazier in the yard, folded the paper money, and muttered something.

After talking about it, he carefully opened the lighter and felt the heat of the flame rising in front of him, so he stood up and took a few steps back.

Hearing the soft sound of the paper money being peeled and boiled, Lu Yiming stood with his mouth pursed and his hands down, his face uncertain.

It was not until the last piece of paper money was quietly extinguished that there was no more sound of burning, and Lu Yiming stood for a long while before turning around and leaving slowly.

He went back to the lobby and groped to sit down, holding his Adam's apple and muttering, "I'm so thirsty."

Soon there was the sound of the teapot pouring water.

Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.

——It turns out that the beast is still there.

I kept silent all the time, thinking that he had left early.

I don't know if he was standing on the side all the time just now.

How long have you been standing?

After a while, a cup of hot tea was handed to him.

Lu Yiming took a sip and frowned slightly.

—too hot.

But it is not hot enough to hurt the mouth, and it can barely moisten the throat.

"Ah Jin," he leaned back on the chair, and asked slowly, "Where do people... go after death? Can they really be reincarnated? Are those [-] levels of hell, Naiheqiao Meng Po Tang, or not?" real?"

After a long time, a slightly magnetic voice rang lazily, full of ridicule: "Some things are just written in a script to make you happy."

……us?

Then what the hell are you!

Lu Yiming snorted: "If there are really eighteen layers of hell, which one can a person like me go to?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to get in."

Lu Yiming slightly turned his face towards him, curious: "Have you been there?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe you're tall." Lu Yiming raised his eyebrows impatiently, "Is it because I signed a contract with you that you can talk well?"

It's annoying to always be secretive when speaking.

"You make an order first." There was a wanton chuckle.

I can't talk today.

Lu Yiming stood up indignantly, put the teacup on the table with a "swapping" sound, and groped to go back to the room.

After walking two steps, I found that I didn't bring a wooden stick, and I couldn't tell the direction.

He could only turn his head resentfully: "Left or right?"

"Second from the left."

He took two steps to the left, then raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"The first three steps."

Lu Yiming took two steps forward, and paused vigilantly: "Aren't you going to lie to me again?" He stretched out his hand to check, but there was no obstacle before he took another step cautiously.

"If you don't trust me, just go by yourself."

"...I didn't say I don't believe it, I just asked." Lu Yiming coughed, "Continue."

"First from the left, second from the front, third from the left."

"Why do I feel..." Lu Yiming walked slowly while counting his steps, while describing the trajectory he was walking in his mind, he suddenly noticed something, "I seem to be turning in circles?"

Kimporo's narrow laughter came from the side.

Gee, sure enough.

Lu Yiming was furious, gritted his teeth, touched for a long time, finally grabbed a teapot on the table, and threw it over following the sound.

The teapot hit something, made a muffled sound, and then fell to the ground and shattered.

Lu Yiming was stunned: "No way, this can also be hit?"

Seeing that Jinpoluo didn't reply, he hurriedly said, "I'm blind but you're not blind, you won't hide?"

Kim Poro glanced at the unlucky teapot on the ground that he had thrown away casually, held back his laughter, and continued to remain silent.

Hearing no response, Lu Yiming felt faintly uneasy: Could he be knocked out?

Thinking of him recovering from a serious illness, it is not impossible.

Lu Yiming sighed secretly and had no choice but to walk in that direction.

After walking a few steps, he stumbled over a chair blocking the way and fell onto a solid chest.

"Why are you pretending to be dumb..." He leaned back, cursing.

Immediately, he was taken into his arms by a pair of strong long arms.

Of course it doesn't matter.

Wen Yuan said patiently, "Taoists are better at catching ghosts."

I didn't have a chance to eat this thing except Gensu asked the nurse to put it in the porridge last night, so let's take it home and enjoy it slowly.

The doctor opened the door and went out. An older nurse hurried past the door, and was stopped by the little nurse who had been taking care of Wen Yuan: "Sister Kong, why are you in such a hurry?"

Sister Kong entered the room and put a finger on her lips: "Shhh, don't let that thing hear you."

The little nurse pushed her hand away and smiled: "Don't be afraid, this is the inspector of the police station. This ward is heavily guarded and there is no one else. You can just say it. What are you afraid of? Maybe the inspector can help us , who might be pretending to be a ghost." As she spoke, she looked at Wen Yuan, "Isn't it, Inspector?"

Wen Yuan didn't care about what they were talking about, and just wanted to be discharged from the hospital quickly, so he paused perfunctorily.

"Inspector," Sister Kong seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, her eyes were shining brightly, "Do you policemen care about ghost hunting?"

After checking a set, the doctor murmured "very good" and wrote some examination records on the slip in his hand.

"Can I be discharged from the hospital?" Wen Yuan asked impatiently.

The hospital was terribly stuffy, and he really didn't notice any abnormalities in his body.

"That thing?" The little nurse blinked, "Oh! You mean that..."

Sister Kong covered her mouth with her hand, and looked at Wen Yuan warily.

Wen Yuan smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the wild ginseng in the small dish on the table next to him. After thinking about it, he found a handkerchief and wrapped it up.

Only the unspeakable depression in the chest remains.

Doctors and nurses walked in to give him a routine checkup.

"That's not true, it's just that there are a lot of things that haven't been done, so I'm busy dealing with them."

The little nurse casually pointed to the next ward: "That reporter next door, I wish we could make the disease more serious and stay in the hospital for a few more days. Anyway, work-related injuries will be reimbursed at public expense. It's good for you."

The doctor shrugged: "Actually, it's nothing serious. The main reason is that the big boss specially entrusted our dean... Your current skin injury will probably fall off in two days." He wrote on the list in his hand. Wrote a few words, "It's noon, you just need to be discharged from the hospital. Anyway, it's your voluntary choice, and we won't stop you."

In the past few days, he would ask once every morning, which made the doctor impatient.

"What are you in a hurry for? After all, you are the one who was stabbed in the heart, so you are not afraid of death." The doctor couldn't help teasing, "Do you think the food in our hospital's Te Gong is too unpalatable?"

Wen Yuan woke up from the hospital bed, dripping with cold sweat.

It seemed like I had a nightmare just now, but when I opened my eyes, I completely forgot about it.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, curiously trying to recall the dream just now, but unfortunately he couldn't remember anything.