Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

Boss Yan's son died, the staff was seriously injured, Qin Zijie was involved in an incident, and the incident was messed up during a walk, creating a mess.

Fortunately, Boss Yan woke up and took charge of the first two matters.

Qin Zijie did not have any major accidents. It is said that when he was sent to the hospital, he still held a hairpin in his hand like a knife. After all, he might have died without this thing. The specific situation will not be known until he wakes up.

Coincidentally, the person who sent him here was the middle-aged man who had sent the straw and chickens before. Before Qin Yu had time to investigate, he paid the fee and asked the other party and the bodyguards to watch Qin Ziyou temporarily.

It was two or three o'clock in the middle of the night when the whole thing was dealt with.

The corridor outside the single patient room is very quiet.

"Have you finished?" Qin Yu saw the progress bar come to an end, and took his mobile phone from Boss Yan who was sitting on the chair in the hospital.

The video began to play in a loop again. The angle of view was low but the picture was stable. In the dim darkness, someone could be seen breaking open the door and entering the familiar basement.

Qin Yu turned off the phone, and he has been recording since he knocked on the door and guessed that the other party had a body.

Boss Yan was standing at first, but then he sat down, and then his back was bent, and he vomited out a trail of water, and then tremblingly said: "Master Qin..."

"Your son is dead, and you will be next. No relatives can protect you from disaster." Qin Yu interrupted him,

"That thing has grown in your flesh and blood, you can't hide from it."

"If you still want to hide everything, no one can save you."

"Say it?" He said casually, as if he didn't care at all, without urging, just giving a choice.

The kid lay on his shoulders boredly, not daring to run around this time.

Silence and depression fermented and swelled in the late-night corridor where there were no people, and the smell mixed with disinfectant constantly squeezed the other party's crumbling heart.

"...I said." Boss Yan didn't look up, and finally said, "It was 20 years ago when my family's conditions were not good, so I dropped out of school."

"But I'm not reconciled... I'm different from those who are willing to live in the mud..."

"Get to the point." Qin Yu didn't have the mood or time to listen to him recall his life.

Boss Yan then shut up, thought for a while and asked, "Have you heard of Thirteen Steps?"

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows: "The game of recruiting spirits."

Thirteen steps, in the alley at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, read your own name every time you take a step, and you can't turn back. When you reach step No. 13, it is said that if you succeed, the shadows on the soles of your feet will become two.

Then you can make a wish to the other party, but after the wish is fulfilled, you must also fulfill the wish of the ghost.

"I was desperate at that time. I saw this method on the Internet, so I tried it." Boss Yan smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect to actually recruit someone. This is my nobleman."

He bit the word "big nobleman" very hard.

"I didn't take it seriously at the time, so I made a wish and said I hoped to be with my wife."

"I didn't expect it to be successful, and then I began to worry about the price that didn't come... On the second day of the wedding, my alcoholic father died suddenly at home."

"That ghost lived in my shadow and devoured my father... I really didn't expect so much at the time, who knew it would..." He said in pain, as if he really just went astray at the time.

"But you make mistakes again and again." Qin Yu said.

Boss Yan raised his head, his eye sockets were red, and his eyes were full of restless and tired bloodshot eyes: "It's my fault. But you don't know! My father-in-law...he looks down on me and humiliates me like that! I just want him to die. alright!"

"And then he actually died."

Qin Yu was noncommittal to his words. He clearly knew that there was an abyss beside him, but he still wanted to take a shortcut and was unwilling to leave. The farther the road went, the more he could not turn back.

Even if nothing happened by luck, I still have to look back at those honest climbers and laugh at them for being stupid and unlucky.

This kind of person couldn't wake up, so he didn't say anything.

However, the other party does not need to respond. People are depressed and painful, and when they are dying, they always have too much desire to express.

"I inherited the company, and the ghost devoured my father-in-law..." Boss Yan took a breath, "Later, the company grew bigger and bigger, and I asked it for help again in order to deal with competitors."

"The price this time is my wife and daughter."

"And then, it's my turn." Boss Yan shook his hands, "I'm so scared, so I..."

"So you used those workers and innocent women to satisfy the other party's appetite?" Qin Yu's voice was cold, "You are killing people for your own desire."

"In the end, you couldn't hold back and chose to give up your son, right?"

Boss Yan's face was miserable, he looked like a ghost under the strange white light of the hospital, he trembled his lips, unable to speak.

He was completely overwhelmed by the death and infinite regret that followed closely behind him.

The little ghost was just listening to a story, but now he can't help but wow, a real ghost like him can't do such a wicked thing.

"I think that you are trying to save your son because you want to prolong the time." Qin Yu lowered his voice and approached him, "So... what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for another monster to rescue you?"

"I'm curious what you exchanged for."

After the last word fell, Boss Yan suddenly stopped shaking. He grabbed Qin Yu's sleeve tightly: "Yes... yes, I still have help... as long as I last until... NO.19."

Nervously counting on his fingers: "One, two, three, yes, there are three more days."

He raised his head and stared at Qin Yu firmly: "Master, master, save me, as long as I last three days... three days will be fine."

Qin Yu pulled the sleeve out of his hand, but suddenly paused—the bead hanging from the other party disappeared.

Boss Yan's other hand was hanging down the sleeve of his suit, Qin Yu couldn't see it clearly, so he put it down temporarily.

He said, "OK."

Boss Yan raised his head suddenly, surprised and delighted: "Really? Master, master, save me!"

"One condition." Qin Yu said, "Tell me why you have to wait until three days later."

Boss Yan couldn't control so much at this time, he said tremblingly: "I said, I said, I will tell you everything."

"At the beginning of the year... I dug up something."

It matched the information sent by Qin Zijie.

Qin Yu frowned and asked, "What?"

The other party was about to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth, and then said: "...You protect me until the third day, and I will tell you the night after tomorrow."

"Otherwise, what if you go back on your word?"

Qin Yu took a deep breath: "If you don't say it, I'll leave right away, but if you say it, I still have the possibility to abide by the agreement."

"You choose."

"...I..." Boss Qin gritted his teeth, "I said."

"It's a finger bone."

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he pointed his fingers again.

The matter of the missing phalanx of the little ghost's little finger made him very worried, but he never had the opportunity to investigate, and even if he asked the little ghost, the other party didn't know anything.

In addition to what Wen Yang said, it should be the kid's parents who exchanged the kid's finger bones for Master Huang's hand.

but why?What is the use of the imp's finger bones?

"That finger bone is attached to the ghost." Boss Qin finally said, "I made a deal with it."

"What is the content of the transaction?" Qin Yu asked.

Boss Yan raised his head to look at the swaying lamp shadow: "Worship it, offer it... ah!!!"

The other party's neck leaned back, and there was a click...

he died.

Boss Yan's shadow suddenly squirmed frantically and got into his body.

Qin Yu took the frightened kid back two steps, holding the talisman paper between his fingers, it was so sudden that he didn't even have time to make a move.

"Qin, what should we do?" The little ghost grabbed him, "I didn't feel anything."

Qin Yu pressed the back of his neck soothingly, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

For a death without any warning, the other party may have been cursed long ago, as long as he talks about a certain matter, he will die, and this matter is the content of his deal with the ghost.

Qin Yu pursed his lips, didn't look any further, and turned to enter Qin Zijie's ward, while Wen Yang, who was hiding at the stairs, was relieved by Boss Yan's death.

In the room, Qin Zijie was infused with glucose water and was still in a coma. The middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, looking at the bodyguards around him with some anxiety.

Boss Yan died just like that, the news is here.

The good news is that the corridor is monitored, so he won't be caught because of it.

Qin Yu looked at the bodyguard and said, "Call the police, Boss Yan is dead."

There was another mess, and while waiting for the police to arrive, Qin Yu smoked a cigarette.

He asked the middle-aged man: "Excuse me, we can talk now."

"Why do you go to my place at night?"

The middle-aged man was embarrassed, and finally said honestly: "You told me not to take the small road in the morning, but I didn't take it after thinking about it, and took a long detour."

"As a result, when I went back, I heard that there was a landslide there."

"I think I should thank you."

"Why do you come at night?" Qin Yu picked up a cigarette, "It will be better during the day."

"...My youngest son witnessed the landslide, and he has been talking nonsense since he came back, and his mind is lost."

"My mother-in-law guessed that she was being haunted. I told you about you, so I came here. I want to invite you to take a look." The middle-aged man explained embarrassingly.

Qin Zijie's life was saved by a mistake, that's how things in the world are uncertain.

But good always has good results, and evil has evil results, and you will know when the time comes.

"This, take it back and stick it on your son, and cook glutinous rice porridge every day for two or three days." Qin Yu said, "Remember to ventilate more, and you can set off firecrackers."

"Take a rest here tonight, and go back tomorrow during the day."

The middle-aged man reacted for a while, and said sincerely: "Thank you! Thank you, Master!"

"Qin, you are well!" The kid lay on his back, "Qin also saved me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just...an equal transaction." Qin Yu whispered, "Besides, I didn't want to save you at the beginning, but you don't hold grudges."

"Hmph." Mr. Little Ghost didn't argue with him a lot.

It's not that I don't hold grudges, it's just that the pain at the beginning is nothing compared to the happiness later.

He makes a lot of money.

When the siren sounded, Qin Yu was just finishing the last touch of the spell drawn on Qin Zijie's palm.

"Let's go."