The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

"Hello."

"hello."

Only the white boy in the middle stared at him and didn't speak. Judging from his voice, he should be the guy who talked so much just now.

Wherever there are crowds, there are people with disharmony. Meng Qinglang didn't care. He found his bed and put down his things. For some reason, the dormitory was so quiet that only the sound of his deliberately weak breathing could be heard.

The three were busy with each other, Meng Qinglang felt a little embarrassed, Mu Ying tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, I'm hungry."

The water tank in his arms shook to show that he was also hungry, Meng Qinglang took a look at the dormitory environment, and led Muying to live in a hotel.

As soon as he left, the dormitory became lively again.

"My God, don't you think he has a strong aura?"

"It seems that we are not in the same way."

"It looks quite social. Have you seen that child? His eyes are so strange."

The boy who had been silent all this time seemed to have just recovered, his tense body tried to relax, frowned and said: "Those are ghost pupils, only children who died in vain in ten lives will have them, and it heralds death, disaster and bad luck."

"Brother, can you stop being so scary?"

"It should be due to double pupils and abnormal pupil color. It's not good for you to say that. Why do you discriminate against children's appearance?"

"Don't say it in front of Brother Ren, we don't care if you get beaten."

For a moment, the two of them looked at him strangely.

"Hey, I don't understand if I tell you guys." He shook his head, and went out while holding a phone call, "Grandpa, ghost pupils are here, I'm afraid there will be trouble in city B, I..."

"I'll go. It's rare to reach this level in the second grade."

During the meal time, He Yanzhou appeared in human form. Meng Qinglang took them to a small restaurant nearby. He always eats very little, and stopped after a few mouthfuls. " Then he put down his chopsticks, only Muying couldn't stop eating.

Meng Qinglang began to calculate the funds.

Prices in City B are high, and staying in a hotel costs nearly two hundred a day. Meng Qinglang thought that he would have to buy a house sooner or later, so he might as well buy and live in it as soon as possible to save money. There is also Muying’s tuition fee, so he has to enroll in an English class. Do I have to learn one for musical instruments and painting?Do boys want to learn Taekwondo?

The life of the young man is in the heart of the old father.

Meng Qinglang sighed, and threw Muying back to the hotel after eating, and let the scary ghost watch her homework.

Before it was dark, Meng Qinglang took He Yanzhou to follow the system map, and quickly found the courtyard where the Samsara Pool was located.

It is located in a corner of an alley in City B, surrounded by ordinary one-story houses from the [-]s, with dilapidated wooden doors, old blue bricks, and exquisite carvings. In ancient times, it might have been a mansion of a businessman. It's not shabby, and it can't be called grand, but now, it's a work of art.

The courtyard house sounds tall, but compared with the current house, it is actually not suitable for living. Meng Qinglang knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He went out of the alley and asked the old man playing chess with a fan at the entrance of the alley, "Master, is there any real estate agency around here?"

The old man was thin and dark, wearing a sloppy white racer-shaped vest. After eating the opponent's guns, he replied slowly in an authentic dialect: "No, there is no one selling houses here."

Meng Qinglang pointed to the courtyard house he had in mind: "Master, is there anyone living here?"

The uncle glanced at the direction he pointed: "Yes, why?"

Meng Qinglang immediately took out the student ID card he had just obtained: "Master, I'm a student at a nearby university, and I want to come over to do some research. I wonder if you have the contact information of the owner of this house. Let me go in and have a look?"

The uncle took the student ID card away, and frowned for a while: "Jinghua University..." He looked up at Meng Qinglang, with some distrust in his eyes, "I'm a little late in school."

Meng Qinglang scratched his head and smiled shyly: "I have saved tuition fees for a few years..."

The old man looked at him differently immediately: "You look like a good boy," after speaking, he got up and pulled the old man who was watching chess next to him, "Old Zhang, play for me, I will take the child into the house to have a look."

"You're going to win right away...then the cabbage you pressed..."

The uncle waved his hand generously as he walked: "It's yours."

Meng Qinglang hurriedly followed, and asked tentatively, "Is this your house?"

"The ancestral home."

When the gate is pushed open, there is an exquisitely carved screen wall. Next to it are two inverted seats and a courtyard with three entrances. Jujube trees are planted in the courtyard. The specifications are not symmetrical and neat, but there is a little more vitality. It's just...a big courtyard, the middle Only one maza was placed, and the doors of the surrounding houses were tightly closed with iron locks, looking deserted.

The old man glanced around and seemed to sigh. Meng Qinglang didn't hear clearly, so he saw the old man pointing to the house and said, "You can watch and shoot whatever you want. Is this a school activity?"

Meng Qinglang smiled and said, "Personally, I haven't asked your last name yet?"

"Just call me old man Feng."

"Grandpa Feng, is there a well in our house?"

"Water well?" Old man Feng frowned, "There is running water at home."

"Grandpa Feng, I'm very interested in the structure of ancient wells, so I want to take a look."

"You don't study economics?"

"The grades are not enough, I'm transferred, I want to learn more, maybe I can be transferred in my sophomore year."

Old man Feng looked him up and down again, his expression was not very good, after thinking about it, he reluctantly led him away with his hands behind his back.

The well is in the backyard, covered with a large stone slab, and surrounded by weeds. Obviously, it has been abandoned for a long time. Meng Qinglang touched the rough edge of the well, and it looked no different from an ordinary well, but after the system confirmed, it was the Samsara Pool .

"How did the well get covered?"

Old man Feng sighed: "This is a dark well. There used to be legends that ghosts who drilled into it could wash away their sins, so they especially recruited fierce ghosts. Everyone who lived in the house died. Later, they came to my ancestors to help them." I closed the well, I thought it was all right... Hey, only one person died, but the damage to the descendants was less."

curse?Curse is good, Meng Qinglang squinted and touched the stone slab, cursing to save the house price.

"Haha, you are telling a story, where are the ghosts in this world?"

Old man Feng sneered with his hands behind his back: "You children, what kind of science are you stupid? Our science has only been developed for a few years? Science is true, and these... are also true, but there is no explanation yet."

"Can you open it and take a look?"

Old man Feng smiled: "Don't look at it as a stone slab, it was also sealed by five Taoist masters back then, and ordinary people would never be able to open it."

"Really?" Meng Qinglang tentatively put his hands under the stone slab. Old man Feng looked at him with a smile, looking confident. Seeing that he didn't stop him, Meng Qinglang raised his hands and the slate slipped to the ground. It snapped in two.

"Oh, so light."

"This..." Old man Feng's face turned blue: "This...you, you..." He widened his eyes, pointed at Meng Qinglang, and then pointed at the stone slab on the ground. He struggled to breathe without saying a complete sentence. After a while, he clutched his chest and rolled his eyes.

"Uncle Feng!" Meng Qinglang panicked, he only wanted to buy cheaply and didn't want to kill for money!

Meng Qinglang hurriedly called 120. The alley was too narrow for a car to enter. He could only follow a stretcher through a few alleys. Before stepping into the ambulance, the police had already controlled him.

"Hello, I am Liu Bin, the special inspector of the investigation team. You are suspected of causing special harm to the head of the household. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Meng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, the ambulance had already left in an emergency, and he hadn't seen the search team these days, he thought they had given up on him, but it turned out they were just hiding deeper.

The search team is an independent security agency in recent years. It is responsible for special cases. All vicious incidents and cases where the perpetrator has not been identified for a long time will be transferred to them. There are detective elites of homicide, fraud, interrogation, etc. .

Obviously, even if Meng Qinglang killed old man Feng, the search team would not do it himself.

After tracking him for a whole year, Meng Qinglang didn't leave a single excuse to arrest him. Now that they finally have one, they probably want to make use of it, arrest him first, and then check for loopholes.

The search team said it was an official organization, but it was not active in the public eye. Instead, it looked like a mysterious gray area. This kind of place was not a good place to go, but now, he could only sit in the inspection car.

That night, the news that He Yanzhou was taken away by the search team spread all over the media, TV, Internet, and hot searches, all of which were news of He Yanzhou being taken away for investigation. After all, the person who can be taken away by the search team is definitely a "criminal world". "The "leader".

Celebrities are criminal elites?Some star fans who were poked at the point began to passionately explore He Yanzhou. After two years of silence, He Yanzhou became popular for no reason.

Meng Qinglang, the person involved in the incident: "..."

He sat in the dark interrogation room, accompanied only by the dim incandescent lamp above his head, which made him very uncomfortable.

Liu Bin was making a phone call in the hallway: "Captain Xi, the man was arrested, but this...was obviously an accident, and everyone in the hospital woke up."

"Is the identity investigation clear?"

Liu Bin glanced at the student ID card of "Jinghua University" in his hand: "Well... it should be a fake identity. He didn't bring his ID card, and he couldn't remember the number. Anyway, he was procrastinating. We only have 24 hours of emergency detention time at most. Team Xi look……"

There was silence on the phone for a while before he said, "I will rush back as soon as possible, and special measures can be taken if necessary."

Liu Bin hung up the phone, beckoned to his colleagues and whispered a few words, and pushed aside the interrogation room next door to Meng Qinglang: "Mr. , with your attention, we will definitely be able to re-enter the front line, we just need...you tell us what Mr. Meng was doing when this person died."

Liu Qiang was on the photo, and He Yanzhou looked at the photo without saying a word.

"Mr. He, this is an excellent opportunity for you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything, such as Mr. Meng's real name and identity..."

The interrogation room was very dark, and the walls seemed to be stained with mottled blood, which looked horrifying. Meng Qinglang was most annoyed by the incandescent lights in his sight, which dazzled him, so he had to close his eyes and rest for a while. Opening his eyes, there was a person sitting opposite him.

His long hair covered his face, and he slowly raised his head to see a half-skull head: "Why... why... kill... me..."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings suddenly cooled down, the scorching summer turned into the coldness of late autumn, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on Meng Qinglang's arms.

Meng Qinglang stared at him for a while, red tears of blood gushed out of his eyes, ran across his cheeks, tick-tick hit the ground, the sound was loud and echoed.

Meng Qinglang put his hands on the table, slightly confused by the current situation.

"For...what...kill...wait...you are...you! Yes! Ah!"

After a gust of wind, the interrogation room returned to its original state.

Meng Qinglang was dumbfounded.

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