Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

"Ho ho!" Old man Song also chimed in on the other side of the wall. His face, which was almost like a ghost, was quite intimidating.

"He looked... took a look at my son, and he fell from the balcony on the third floor that night..." He fell directly into a vegetative state.He is just a son like Chen Chengshu, a son of a college student who has passed the exam, and his hair has turned half gray in the past few days.

"Yo, I really didn't know that our Song Yan's eyes are so sharp, one can kill a person just by looking at them."

Huang Po continued to mock, she knew Song Yan's abilities very well, at most she could see ghosts, how could it be possible to see "dead" people.

As for Chen Hu's son's misfortune, Huang Po chose to turn a blind eye, life and death are fate, they have no ability to reverse the destiny of other people's life and death.As for things like sympathy, they are also very limited.

"Ho ho," Old Man Song continued to chime in, shaking an iron hoe.

He was born with infinite strength, and now he is much older, but he is still stronger than ordinary people. Unless these people are desperate, they may not be his opponents.

At this time Song Yan tilted his head, and he said to Huang Po on the other side of the wall, "Help call the police."

"Okay," Huang Po replied without further ado, and her head disappeared from the wall.

The atmosphere in Song Yan's small courtyard became even more embarrassing. These people knew in their hearts that even if there was something unusual about Chen Chengshu's accident, it had nothing to do with Song Yan, but they still wanted to occupy the crowd and let Song Yan help him for free in order to defend himself. They are busy.

But looking at it now, Song Yan and Huang Po don't like them at all.

Song Yan leaned back slowly, leaning against the door, with one hand in his pocket, and the other still holding Ghost King Mu Xiu to prevent him from messing around.

Twenty minutes later, a police car stopped in front of the three brick houses. The old police officer Wang Deguang looked blank. Obviously this was not the first time he had received a similar call from Mrs. Huang.

In other words, the number of times in the past two years has been a little less. In the few years when Song Yan first arrived in the town, he had to go to the police to deal with it almost every seven or eight days.

"You, and you, follow me to the police station."

Wang Deguang pointed to Meng Qiang and Chen Hu, as well as Song Yan by the door, and then looked at other townspeople carrying iron pole poles, "You guys come to the police station to take notes later."

He just drove a police car, which couldn't seat so many people, and he didn't expect that there were really as many people as Huang Po said.

But the procedures that should be followed still have to be followed, especially now that Xiaohe Town is going to be included in the Jiucheng New District, everything follows legal procedures, and there is no way to be careless.

After Song Yan locked the door and got into the car, there was an abrupt space beside him. Chen Hu and Meng Qiang would rather huddle together than be next to Song Yan by instinct. Wang Deguang only thought that they were afraid of Song Yan's death. This way.

In fact, it was the ghost king Muxiu who forcibly occupied the position next to Song Yan, and leaned his head on Song Yan's shoulder in aggrieved manner, indicating that he was also crowded.

Song Yan wanted Mu Xiu to stay at home, but thinking about his frightening appearance from time to time, he felt more at ease keeping him under his nose.

After arriving at the police station in Xiaohe Town, they asked again, and there was basically nothing wrong with Song Yan. Chen Hu and Meng Qiang didn't have any evidence to prove that they were related to Song Yan.

That night, Song Yan, Huang Po and the others went to Muzhai in Heisha Town next door, but many people saw that Wang Deguang, who must adhere to scientific concepts in principle, had no reason to detain Song Yan.

But he still asked Song Yan to stay for a while, and asked the new police officer to go outside, so that he and Song Yan could have a private talk.

"Xiao Yan, Uncle Wang naturally believes that this matter has nothing to do with you, it's just that you can tell Uncle what you saw, Chen Chengshu is in the end."

It is rare for them in Xiaohe Town to do well in the college entrance examination this year. There are several college students who have graduated from college. The people in the town think that they will have a real future and drive the town's economy in the future. Wang Deguang, who is a good old man in the town, is no exception.

Song Yan was silent for a long time after hearing the words, Wang Deguang was one of the few people who didn't have too much prejudice against him and Huang Po, but he was afraid that the outcome of the matter would be completely beyond Wang Deguang's expectations.

After being silent again and again, Song Yan whispered expressionlessly, "I suggest you use Chen Chengshu as a breakthrough point to re-investigate...the case of the house at No. 99 Baifu Road a year ago."

Wang Deguang's eyes widened instantly when he heard the words. The population of Xiaohe Town is not particularly large, and there are not many serious cases in the true sense every year. No. It's his house. The victim of the homicide case grew up calling him Uncle Wang.

The bureau has put the case on hold long ago, but Wang Deguang has not given up on the investigation of this case until now. He has to be worthy of his "uncle" for more than ten years.

"You mean..." Wang Deguang couldn't believe it.

However, Song Yan shook his head lightly, and refused to say any more.

To be precise, there was nothing he could tell Wang Deguang.But Chen Chengshu's accident happened for a reason, and he deserved it.

Originally, the ghost that he had seen in the first place was groundless and had nothing to do with it, but now Chen Chengshu's family and friends provoked him by themselves, and Wang Deguang spoke again, so he didn't need to be silent anymore.

Of course, there was another important reason why he was willing to speak.

Judging from the ghostly aura tainted by Chen Hu, the ghost has not really been saved. Perhaps she can be saved only if Wang Deguang completely settles the case.

A year ago on April NO.20, a 16-year-old single-parent girl quarreled with her biological mother and ran away from home. Ten days later, she was found dismembered and thrown in the sewer. Because the body was seriously polluted, it was impossible to find it even with modern means. to the murderer.

There is not much surveillance in Xiaohe Town to check. At night, there are not many pedestrians in the town. Wang Deguang checked and checked, but still found nothing.

And the girl's mother, who was originally a middle-aged lady, still had a charming charm, and also had gray hair in this year, was exhausted physically and mentally, and was extremely old. The belief that supported her to continue living was to find the murderer who killed her daughter.

She has invited Huang Po, and also Song Yan to look it over, but Song Yan has not found any trace of the girl ghost in their home, and as time goes by, she can only let it go.

But Song Yan didn't forget about it, he and Po Huang had received Aunt Xu's money, and it was always in his mind.

Coming out of the police station, Song Yan held up a black umbrella and didn't go home. Instead, he went to the bus stop in the town. He wanted to go to the hospital where Chen Chengshu was hospitalized in the city, to block the girl ghost.

He guessed that even if Wang Deguang did an investigation, there was no more information to provide, and he still couldn't find the key evidence of conviction. He still had to ask her carefully.

After getting out of the car, Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, who followed him all the way without a word, and told him, "You... Be good in a while, don't scare her away, remember."

Even if the girl ghost is a fierce ghost, her Taoism of only one year is completely incomparable to that of the big ghost king Mu Xiu, otherwise she would not have taken her revenge until now, more than a year later, and Chen Chengshu is still alive.

Ghost King Mu Xiu nodded slightly, and quietly held Song Yan's hand even tighter, "Xiu, Yan Yan, protect."

Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but take another look at the overly sincere Mu Xiu. Although he verbally agreed to be friends with Mu Xiu, he didn't really take it seriously in his heart, but Mu Xiu's "protection" made Song Yan reflect for a while. Own.

Song Yan led Mu Xiu to the hospital, the ghost voices in his ears gradually became louder, they swarmed over and commented on Song Yan, but they all ignored Mu Xiu who was being led by Song Yan.

"Wow, this human being is so special, he seems to be able to see us."

"His eyes are very strange, with different colors on both sides..."

Song Yan ignored these words, he asked the nurse to say hello to Chen Chengshu's ward, took Mu Xiu up the elevator, and then squeezed through the sick ghosts dangling in the corridor, and they arrived in front of Chen Chengshu's ward.

"Song Yan...you are here too."

A few young men and women who were slightly familiar to Song Yan in the front of the ward stopped him, their expressions were quite surprised. They were Song Yan's classmates in middle and high school, "Are you coming to see the city tree?"

"Why did you suddenly fall from the third floor? You didn't drink alcohol or get sick."

They whispered, looking at Song Yan couldn't help being a little weird, but they didn't directly yell about Song Yan like Meng Qiang did.

Song Yan didn't answer. He stood behind many classmates, so he didn't have to chat with Chen Chengshu's mother.

However, when selecting someone to enter the ward, he quietly went up, and was replaced by the classmate on the visit list, his face flushed slightly, and he dared not speak out.

The ward is not big, and various instruments and equipment occupy three-quarters of the space. The four of them came in to visit, and the time they could stay was not long.

Song Yan glanced over the ward, and before Mother Chen could speak to him, he withdrew first.

"This classmate..." Chen's mother looked at Song Yanyuan's back suspiciously, a little confused about his reaction.

"Ah, he is also our classmate, probably, probably because of what happened to Chengshu in grief..." The classmate who said this had a guilty look on his face. He didn't believe it himself, but to Chen's mother, there was no something is wrong.

They continued to exchange pleasantries and whispers, Song Yan went directly downstairs to the small garden of the hospital, and sat on a bench in the shade. After a while, a ball of blood slowly appeared in front of him.

The girl ghost was wearing an off-white dress when she ran away from home, and now it is completely soaked in blood, and it is still dripping. There is a torn and mottled blood mark on her face, which splits from the left side of her forehead to the back of her ear. , facial bones, flesh and blood are clearly visible.

"Woooooo..." She was crying, and her voice was ugly, even shrill.

"I've looked for you, but you've been avoiding me. You know me, don't you?"

Song Yan asked calmly, no matter how hard-hearted he was, he would inevitably feel compassion for this girl ghost who died in such a miserable state, but he was used to hiding his emotions.

"You are Song Yan, my mother said that I can't talk to you," the girl ghost looked at Song Yan, and told the real reason why she kept avoiding Song Yan.

Hearing this, Song Yan was speechless for a while, he was stunned, and he never thought that the girl ghost would not see him or talk to him because of this reason.

Of course, he wasn't surprised that the girl ghost's mother would tell her this.