Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

Song Ting walked back to his room slowly, sat down at the table in the room, his dark eyelashes drooping slightly, and he tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

This Yingge's rhetoric is quite perfect, and her attitude is also very correct. It seems that she is just a person who is unlucky for some reason.

But it was too perfect, and these things revealed a weird feeling.

Song Ting frowned, what's wrong?

There was still noise and play outside the room, Song Ting was disturbed by these voices, he shook his head, now he still has to pay close attention to that Yingge.

He got up and wanted to go out, walked slowly to the door and opened it, and saw Xue Yao standing by the door.

Song Ting was taken aback: "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Xue Yao nodded, Song Ting moved away, and closed the door after Xue Yao came in.

The two sat down at the table in the room, Song Ting made a cup of tea for Xue Yao, Xue Yao took it, and he said: "I wanted to come to you just now, but there was no sound from inside after calling several times outside your room. I guess you should go out and look for clues, did you find anything?"

Song Ting shook his head: "I just went to Yingge's room to ask it a few things, and she cooperated with me very much, she seems to be quite normal."

Xue Yao had deep eyebrows and deep eyes. He tapped the table lightly with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "I went to look for Yingge before you, and she cooperated with me very much, but I always feel that this matter has something to do with her." , so I sent someone to watch her in secret."

Song Ting held the teacup in one hand, and put it down lightly when he heard the words, he frowned and said, "I also think that Yingge is a bit weird."

Xue Yao looked at Song Ting, his amber eyes were shining softly: "I sent someone to check Yingge, and found that the first person who received the peach blossom note was Liu Xinlei, the eldest son of the Liu family, a well-known rice merchant in the capital. He is a good person, he met Yingge by chance, after getting to know Yingge, he and Yingge made a private decision for life, and wanted to redeem Yingge and marry her as his wife."

"But his parents disagree. Liu Xinlei is the eldest son of the family, and he is very talented in business. They will not let Liu Xinlei marry a woman from a brothel. In order to make him give up, they secretly arranged a marriage for him, but Liu Xinlei is dead. No, this matter is so rigid.”

"Until Liu Xinlei received the Peach Blossom Letter, after that he died inexplicably."

After Song Ting heard these things, he stroked the jade pendant on his waist and lowered his eyelashes, so the first person killed had a very close relationship with Yingge.

But looking at it like this, Liu Xinlei should be in love with Yingge. If Yingge did all this, why would she do this?

These things seem to be inextricably related to Yingge, but after careful analysis, they seem to have nothing to do with her...

The two were contemplating in the room, Song Ting raised his eyes inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of Xue Yao's frowning, which seemed to be frowning, Song Ting moved his fingers, somehow he suddenly wanted to smooth the frown Mark, he picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

He looked out of the window and said: "It's getting late, you should go to rest first, there is business here at night, Yingge doesn't need to pick up customers today, and you have sent someone to guard her, if she can't see other people, she should be fine." What will happen."

Xue Yao nodded, said goodbye and left.

After Xue Yao left, Song Ting stared blankly at Xue Yao's cup of tea, his brows slowly frowned, what's wrong with him, why do he keep having some weird thoughts lately?

He shook his head, pushing those things out of his mind.

He turned around and went back to his bed, lifted the quilt, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and was about to rest, when suddenly there was a strange cry from the next door, which was vaguely inaudible. The right side of the wing he lived in was Xue Yao, and the left side was an empty wing.

The voice came from the left, and he listened attentively. The voice was intermittent, half-calling. After listening to it for a while, he gradually came to his senses. What kind of call was it?This is clearly...

Song Ting's earlobes gradually turned red, and he quickly lifted the quilt over his head, so that the sound was finally blocked, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, his face couldn't help turning red, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: The people in this brothel are too blatant! ?

Song Ting's thoughts were disturbed, he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, the quilt was a bit stuffy, he wanted to lift the quilt, but he was afraid of hearing those voices.

Tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, sleepiness slowly hit, Song Ting fell into a deep sleep, he had a strange dream, in the dream he was pressed under Xue Yao...

Dawn was just breaking, and the sun was rising.

Song Ting was aroused by the crowing of the cock, he slowly opened his eyes, stared at the top of the bed in a daze for a while, recalling the dream yesterday, his face slowly flushed, how could he have this dream...

In the dream, Xue Yao's amber eyes were stained with lust, and sweat slid down his cheeks, his movements were strong and gentle...

I heard that what he thinks in reality will be reflected in his dream. He dreamed about this. Could it be that he already has some unreasonable thoughts about Xue Yao? !But they are friends! ?What would you think of him if you really knew what dream he had? !

Song Ting patted his face, shook his head, trying to get those weird thoughts out of his mind.

He looked ahead, took a deep breath, and told himself that it was just a dream, yes!It was just a dream, it meant nothing!

The chaotic mood gradually calmed down. He finished washing with a calm face and opened the door. Xue Yao just came out from the side. Seeing him, Xue Yao smiled at him.

"Snapped……"

Song Ting closed the door like a ghost, he was lying on the door, patting his throbbing chest, why did he meet him as soon as he went out? !

Xue Yao outside the door frowned when he saw Song Ting's series of actions, what happened to Song Ting?He walked to Song Ting's door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Song Ting, are you okay?"

Song Ting closed his eyes in despair inside the door, what to do?His mind is now full of that dream, as well as Xue Yao's slightly hoarse voice in the dream, which is low and attractive.

Xue Yao knocked on the door again: "Song Ting, what's wrong with you? I'm going to come in if you don't open the door..."

Song Ting was startled, and quickly opened the door. He smiled awkwardly at Xue Yao: "It's nothing...I...I just suddenly realized that my clothes were not properly put on, so I hurried back to fix them."

Xue Yao looked at Song Ting strangely, and said in a puzzled tone, "Why is your face so red, are you sick?"

Song Ting was taken aback for a moment, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "Blushing? Why? You read it wrong..."

Xue Yao frowned, stretched out his hand suddenly, and put it on Song Ting's forehead. He looked puzzled: "I don't have a fever."

Feeling the warmth of Xue Yao's palm, Song Ting blushed even more. He said, "No... I'm fine..."

Xue Yao put down his hands, showing worry on his face: "You still said it's okay, your face is so red, why don't you rest today, and I will find clues with others."

Song Ting was in a hurry, held his hand that hadn't let go, and said anxiously: "I'm fine, really!"

Seeing Xue Yao pause, he followed Xue Yao's eyes and saw that he was holding Xue Yao's arm tightly, and he quickly let go of his hand as if he was being burned.

The expressions of both of them were a little unnatural, and Song Ting's face turned even redder.