Lord Ghost Officer, please respect yourself

Primer

The yin guards the underworld; the yang guards the common people.

The souls of the dead return to their homeland; the strangers go everywhere.

"You gave up your life for the common people, but no one remembers you. Have you ever regretted it?"

"I don't regret it. You guard the Eight Directions Hades, a hundred thousand evil spirits, have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret! Regret not being able to grow old hand in hand with you; regret not being able to spend a lifetime with you; regret not being able to protect your life..."

My friend, I'm here to find you...

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Dark clouds cover the moon tonight, and hundreds of ghosts are surging.The ghost fog on Yinhun Street is filled with no one, and a few plastic bags are rolling with the wind, ups and downs, not knowing where they are going...

A figure came slowly at the end of the dim road, and gusts of wind swept in, like ten thousand horses galloping, breathtaking; in a short time, hundreds of ghosts retreated for several miles around, and fled one after another.

That mysterious figure, huge and terrifying, a rectangular object with two legs, made people daunting and terrified.

The powerful ghost energy is centered on the shadow, spreading in all directions, shaking the world, and the Yin and Yang are out of balance; only in an instant, it dissipates between the sky and the earth, as if the moment just now was just an illusion.

Inside the Red Amaryllis Office.

Qin Chuan, who was sleeping at his desk, was awakened by the ghostly aura that disappeared for a moment, and unconsciously touched the soul-breaking whip on his waist.

Um?Was it just an illusion?

Qin Chuan got up and came to the door of the office. Looking at the thick and strange fog outside, he was full of surprise; the tall buildings in the street were all submerged in it, and he could only vaguely see the dim light of a few nearby street lamps.

A chill hit his face, and the hand holding the whip became firmer.He looked nervously at the strange fog ahead, and the inexplicable sense of oppression caused cold sweat to ooze from his forehead.

What exactly is it?

There was a clear sound of footsteps in the mist, and the Soul Severing Whip was pulled away from his waist, and he held it tightly in his hand.

The sound of "stepping" footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the strange fog gradually dissipated, and a strange figure gradually appeared under the street lamp.

Qin Chuan also frowned tightly, staring at the strange shadow moving towards him.

Under a street lamp, that strange figure stopped and stood there...

At this time, under the light of the street lamp, Qin Chuan could clearly see the true face of that strange figure.

It was a man wearing a black windbreaker and boots; he had short hair that reached his ears, but his bangs were long enough to cover his eyes, revealing only his pale face below the tip of his nose.

Behind him was a huge cuboid, which was glowing faintly red under the illumination of the street lamps.

Qin Chuan's Adam's apple moved up and down, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes never left the figure.

Is it a monster?Or a ghost?

Qin Chuan wanted to ask about the origin of the other party, but was too shocked by the inexplicable oppression to open his mouth, and wanted to wave the long whip in his hand but couldn't lift his hand.

The person under the street lamp moved again, walking towards Qin Chuan, the sound of "tapping" footsteps, hitting Qin Chuan's heart one after another, in the silent night, it seemed that his heartbeat could be heard .

"Hello!" The man stopped in front of Qin Chuan, and stretched out a pale right hand to him, with clear purple blood vessels.

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by the powerful aura of the person in front of him. It took Qin Chuan a while to react; Stretch out your right hand again, and hold the right hand of the other party who has been waiting for a long time.

so cold!The other party's cold hand made Qin Chuan shiver, it was a hand without warmth.

"Hello!" Qin Chuan's voice was a little stiff, and he stared closely at the half-exposed face of the other party, with a slight smile on his beautiful lips.

Then the shallow smile turned into a smile again, and then slowly turned into a juvenile laugh of joy. "Would you like to warm my hands?"

"Ah! I'm sorry to lose my temper." Qin Chuan withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and moved his eyes to the object behind the man.

It was a large dark red wooden cabinet, tightly attached to the man's back, about [-] to [-] centimeters higher than the man's head, and [-] to [-] centimeters from the ground. It seemed that the man was carrying it on his back, but it was not on the man's body. See straps or twine.

"Can I go in and have a sit?" The man spoke again, it was clearly the voice of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, and there was a bit of joy in it.

Qin Chuan hurriedly stepped aside to let the man enter the office.He entered behind the man, and through the bright lights in the room, he also saw the whole appearance of the objects behind the man.

It was a coffin, a blood coffin.

The coffin is dark red, like the color of dried blood, and the shape of the coffin is a common straight coffin with a big head and a small tail; there are pictures of hundreds of ghosts carved on the body of the coffin, and the mythical Pixiu carved on the coffin lid. The whole coffin exudes a strong Yin Qi makes people daunting.

After the man entered the room, he erected the coffin in the corner and slowly lowered it down.It was Qin Chuan who discovered that the head of the coffin was carved with the texture of a unicorn, and the edges were pressed with gold thread.

What a beautiful coffin.

"Can I sit here for a while?" After placing the coffin, the man turned to Qin Chuan and asked.

"Yes." Qin Chuan invited the man to sit down and rest on the sofa at one side, and brought the man a cup of hot water. Maybe the man's hands were too cold, so he closed the door of the office again, locking the night chill in on the street.

Qin Chuan stood aside and quietly observed this strange man. A lot of questions came to his mind, but he didn't know how to ask them.

"Why are you standing here? Sit down." The man put down the hot water in his hand and looked up at Qin Chuan who was beside him.

At the man's request, Qin Chuan unnaturally sat down opposite the man. The person in front of him blocked his eyes with his bangs that were too long. When communicating with someone, it would be very stressful if he couldn't see the change in his eyes .

"What's your name?" Qin Chuan finally couldn't help asking.

"You don't cross."

You don't cross, you don't cross.Qin Chuan silently recited the name over and over again in his heart, and the pile of doubts in his mind dissipated quietly.

It's him!It's him?Who is he?It's a very subtle feeling, Qin Chuan can't say it, this name seems to have been known for a long time, but it is so strange.

"Not crossing or crossing?" Qin Chuan blurted out.

"It doesn't make any difference whether you cross people or you don't cross." The other party said with a knowing smile. "You can call me Du."

There is no ghost about this person, he doesn't seem to be a ghost, but his appearance is not like an ordinary person, and he is carrying such a coffin, is there something unspeakable hidden?

"My name is Qin Chuan. I'm the boss of this firm." Qin Chuan introduced himself to Du.

"Boss Qin."

"There are very few people on these two streets during the day. Why do you come here in the middle of the night? I thought some ghosts and ghosts were here." Qin Chuan asked curiously.

Du responded with a laugh and said, "I'm not a monster. The strange mist is emitted by it to protect me." Du pointed to the blood coffin at the door against the wall.

"In your place, one street leads to the funeral parlor, and the other ends at the cemetery. The yin is too heavy, and there are too many wandering spirits. It can just deter wandering spirits." Hearing what Du said, Qin Chuan looked at the bloody coffin again, It is true that the coffin reveals strangeness everywhere, but the young man in front of him seems to attract Qin Chuan's attention even more.

"Do you also know the art of exorcising ghosts?" It was neither a ghost nor a demon, and it revealed something strange. This coffin should also be his magic weapon for protection, and it is very likely that it is a colleague.

"Slightly understand. Are you recruiting people here?" Du asked Qin Chuan through the gap in his hair.

"Huh?" Qin Chuan looked at Du suspiciously. Did he come here in the middle of the night just to join his firm?

"I came here to find someone, but he doesn't recognize me anymore, and I don't have any money with me, and I have no place to go now." Du's voice was a little bit aggrieved, and he felt tears were about to flow out.

"You can stay here temporarily, and we'll talk about joining the job later." Qin Chuan said to Du quickly, without any doubt about what Du said.

It's strange, why would I want to keep him by my side?

"There is still a vacant room upstairs. I will clean it up for you. You can go to rest later." Qin Chuan hurriedly got up and said to Du, and then walked upstairs.

Du looked at Qin Chuan's back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled away.

[The author has something to say: Jun Budu: This child is really kind-hearted, he just believes what strangers say casually (′???`)]