you are scary

"he is……?"

Can't remember.

On the streets of District X of City B where people come and go, Bai Qianwan fell into self-blame meditation.

There must be a reason why he should be so poor.

For example, poor memory, lost things, unbalanced consumption concept, etc.

Memory bears the brunt.

He first remembered the customer's home address and mobile phone number, but forgot his name.And the piece of paper with the contact information on it had already been dragged away by the wind during the collision of the evening rush hour.Naughty and hateful wind.

Anyway, call first.

In Huaguo in the 22nd century, public telephones suddenly became popular. This antique, which had disappeared for nearly a century, suddenly reappeared after being polished and assembled. There must be some reason, but this is not what Bai Qianwan cares about.The phone is very useful for him, it is an anonymous phone, and calls to customers are one-time one-way, so there is no need to worry about the trouble of customers calling him back.

The main reason is that the phone at home is called by ghosts every day. He can no longer tell which are customers and which are ghosts.

The phone is on.

"Hello." The voice of an older woman.

"Hi, I'm Bai Qianwan, the psychic who has contacted you, and I'm going to come to you now."

"Now? It's a bit sudden. There are not enough people. Why don't you come over and have a cup of tea and wait for a while? I'll contact them right away." The voice of the female elder was surprised.

Isn't it said that the sooner the better?

Bai Qianwan said doubtfully, "Okay, I'll take a taxi there now."

"OK, all right."

"By the way, may I ask, what is your name?"

"If you mean this phone number, his name is Song Nongmo."

……

The name is so familiar.

The youthful stale breath suddenly came to him, mixed with the smell of warehouse leather, and he staggered.On the street, Bai Qianwan's figure swayed slightly, and the swelling on his head was also aching.

How is this going?He seems to have seen this name before.Not just now, but before, a long, long time ago, perhaps dating back to the time when he had not officially entered the industry.

Bai Qianwan couldn't think of it for a while, so he gave up.

He was the only one in the taxi, but there were two ghosts.One was riding on the driver's head. Since the top of the car was very narrow from the top of the head, the body was twisted and flattened, the spine protruded from the back, and the whole person appeared to be stuffed in a can.The other one was sitting in the passenger seat, holding its head, with a fishy smell in its mouth, probably eating sashimi before it died.

Regurgitating the name Song Nongmo, Bai Qianwan's brain quickly started to function, but like a poisoned computer, he could only read limited relevant fragments from the vast memory.

The intermediary never mentioned the gender of Song Nongmo's client, so he could only call him "Song Nongmo". When Bai Qianwan communicated with clients, he was more inclined to use the term "Mr. X/Ms. X" because it seemed A little more arty.He was always interested in what he didn't have.

Song Nongmo, an old-fashioned name, for some reason, the first thing that pops up from the poisoned computer is the scene of Qingwen tearing up a fan, and then the scene of a woman studying ink and adding fragrance to her red sleeves.God knows what Qingwen has to do with Nongmo.Anyway, he thought it was a woman, and there was a potential influence that the person answering the phone was an older woman.

However, Bai Qianwan's luck has not been good, so maybe this Song Nongmo is a man.

"There seem to be more supernatural events recently." The taxi driver suddenly said worriedly.

Drivers are one of the most sensitive people in the city to supernatural events. Due to their occupation, they often come into contact with various people and ghosts.Urban legends are often spread from the mouths of these elderly drivers, and dealing with them is also part of Baiqianwan's business.

"Do you often drive late?" he asked.

"It's closed recently. A while ago, a brother met a pregnant woman in a cheongsam in the middle of the night. He didn't want to pick it up, but she was about to give birth and her body was covered with blood. When I drove to the hospital gate, I found that she was gone. I was terrified."

"Your brother did a good deed," Bai Qianwan said, "The pregnant woman probably died before reaching the hospital in time during childbirth... It's her wish fulfilled."

"Is that so?" The driver was dubious.At this time, the canned boy on his head punched him twice on the head.He showed a headache expression: "I'm quite afraid of this kind of thing."

"It's best to go to the temple to pay respects." After finishing speaking, the head of the co-pilot suddenly bared his teeth at him, and the shape of his mouth told him not to mind his own business.

Afraid of you.

Bai Qianwan also grinned, showing off his canine teeth.

Song Zhai has arrived.

This is a mansion located in an expensive villa area. Needless to say, Song Nongmo, who can afford a seven-figure psychic fee, is definitely not a poor commoner like him.

The strong and tall red brick wall surrounds the villa, and there is a hollow and heavy fan-shaped iron gate in the middle.As soon as his fingers touched the doorbell and the communication transmitter on the iron door, a middle-aged man suddenly walked behind the iron door.

The man said, "You are Mr. Bai Qianwan, right?"

"Yes."

The door opened slowly.

The path in the green forest shuttles from the iron gate of the courtyard to the main gate of the villa. During this period, Bai Qianwan does not look sideways, surrounded by towering fir trees, musical fountains, Damascus rose bushes, busy gardeners in the forest, koi in the pond... He shed tears of poverty in his heart.Another door was opened for him, and as soon as he entered, he was dazzled by the luminous floor and the bright crystal lamp above his head.

"Please go to the second floor." The unidentified man said so.

All the way up the spiral staircase, Bai Qianwan's heart was heavy all the way, getting heavier and heavier, the seven-figure figure may not be as high as the cost of this staircase.

The living room on the second floor was bright and clean, empty.The man introduced him to sit down, and brought tea himself.

"The lady will be here soon."

As soon as the words fell, a woman suddenly came.

She was wearing a suit and trousers. She was in her fifties and looked capable. Her black hair was tied into a bun. Hearing the man say "Ma'am", Bai Qianwan quickly got up and greeted the woman.She said, "Please take a seat, the others are coming soon." She looked apologetic.

Judging by the voice, it seemed to be the older woman on the phone.

The woman poured tea, and Bai Qianwan looked at her quietly for a while, with some doubts: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Song Nongmo? I need to talk to her about psychic matters."

The woman looked distressed: "He... he talked about this in the morning, he only said that he would be home later, and he is nowhere to be seen now. The phone can't be reached either."

"Her phone is in your hand."

"Yes, when I left home in the morning, I neglected to forget it here," she smiled, "this child."

"You are her..."

"Nong Mo is my eldest son."

"Oh--"

male.

What Qingwen tearing up the fan... is all fake.

He couldn't hide his disappointment, and in Mrs. Song's eyes, it became dissatisfaction with the master's late arrival.She stood up and said to the man, "Isn't he here yet?"

"Why don't we start first, and I can communicate with the psychic ghost alone." Mrs. Song sat down again, her eyes sparkling, "I will pay Mr. Bai another amount."

"What about the second time?" Bai Qianwan vaguely had a bad premonition, "I can't psychic twice in a short period of time. If I agree to my wife, then I can only break the contract with my son. That's not good."

Mrs. Song looked dejected: "Is that so? Forget it then!"

What Bai Qianwan is most afraid of is taking this kind of order. The other party is not alone, but a family. They will talk about disagreements, and they can drown him out. That's why he has repeatedly emphasized that he only communicates with Song Nongmo, but The boy was late.

After a while of silence, the doorbell rang downstairs.

The man went downstairs, and after a while, three people came out of the stairs.

They were led by two older men, tall and about the same age as Mrs. Song, probably in their fifties.The last one was a young woman with a sweet appearance and tall figure, her slender legs were like two well-proportioned chicken-flavored white hams.

The young woman said, "Mom, what a coincidence I met my uncles on the road. Is this a psychic?"

Mrs. Song said: "Yes, this is the psychic Bai Qianwan, please sit down."

The two middle-aged men sat on the couch, greeted Bai Qianwan, and then fell into a deeper silence together.

Bai Qianwan held his breath and concentrated.

10 minutes passed.

... How quiet this family is!

Bai Qianwan felt an inexplicable pressure, and under the pressure, he felt a little hungry.He licked his lips and put his eyes on Song's daughter's lap. He was hungry and wanted to finish work early and eat ham ramen.

The doorbell finally rang again.

This time, a tall and thin young man came from the stairs. Judging from Mrs. Song's relieved expression, this was Song Nongmo.

Song Nongmo was dressed in black. The windbreaker was long and light, and he moved lightly with his steps.Bai Qianwan's gaze moved up from his long legs to his face.

"Huh?" Bai Qianwan's body moved consciously first, making a questioning voice.

"Brother, you are finally here."

"You keep the guests waiting!" The mother and daughter of the Song family complained repeatedly as if a switch had been flipped.

"Sorry, traffic jam." A hand was suddenly placed across Bai Qianwan's eyes. His fingers were long, with well-knit joints, cleanly trimmed nails, prominent blue veins on the back of his hand, and faint old light-colored scars.A grown man's hand.

looks very tasty.

I want to eat it.

Song Nongmo said, "Bai Qianwan?"

Song Nongmo's appearance can be said to be handsome, unlike Nongmo's elegant and bookish name, his appearance is not very similar to this temperament, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, long and deep eyes, and profound facial features. In the popular words nowadays, he is A kind of thick handsome.

"Ah," Bai Qianwan was dazed for a few seconds under the eyes of everyone, and then slowly stood up from the sofa, holding Song Nongmo's hand that had been outstretched for a long time, "Sorry, I am Bai Qianwan, you can find the contact Healer."

He stared closely at Song Nongmo's face, his eyes were calm and naked, and mixed with a trace of doubt, which made the rest of the people present puzzled.

Hands separated, several people sat down again.Mrs. Song said: "Everyone is here, can we start channeling?"

In the center of sight, the young psychic froze again for some reason.The way he looked at the ashtray seemed to have traveled through time and space, and he had gone nowhere.