you are scary

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"What do you mean don't think too much?"

"When a man or woman tells you not to think too much, it either thinks you are making trouble out of no reason, or it feels sorry for you because you are overthinking." Xiaokang Wang commented in this way.

"Me? Making trouble for no reason?" Bai Qianwan was deeply puzzled, "That's the latter, overthinking? Why does this sound so weird. I'm looking into a mysterious case... Overthinking? By the way, I'll call later Let it ring when it comes."

"I just don't want you to be woken up, and the critical moment is coming soon."

Xiaokang Wang's eyes were still as if he were blind, and he spoke and reacted normally, but the drooping hands on his back and the expression on his face were very depressed and real.

"I didn't expect it. It turned out that everyone murdered me. Except the prince who was against me all day long and the wizard who didn't know each other..." He muttered with dark blue lips, "It's too unexpected."

"I haven't asked you yet, why does the emperor have the same face as Bai Cheng?"

Speaking of this, Bai Qianwan became angry. If he had known that Bai Cheng was in the dream, he would never have agreed to the dream.

"Ah, I found out the first time I saw you, and I was even more shocked when I saw Bai Cheng's photo. You are actually father and son in this life. It's great for you to dream, it's completely personal."

"Father and son..." Bai Qianwan quietly repeated these two words.

The room fell silent again.

Xiaokang Wang was hanging upside down from the ceiling, his hands and feet were twisted, just like in his dream that his hands and feet were broken before being dumped. His eyes were empty, staring at some dust in the air.

Bai Qianwan's situation was similar to his. He seemed to have had a dream of a polar thriller adventure. Now that he woke up from the dream, he was exhausted just lying on the bed.The blow he suffered was almost the same as Xiaokang Wang's depression. Usually he used to sort out today's things before going to bed, but now he had to try his best to stagger the memories so that he would not ruminate on the dream just now, but Bai Cheng's face kept lingering in his memory .

After a while, he said:

"Oh, I have such a headache."

"Me too." Xiaokang Wang said.

The room was filled with the moaning and sighing of one person and one ghost.

Soon, a blue hand hung down from the ceiling, with slightly bent fingers, in good shape and bright colors, shaking gently with the sound of Xiaokang Wang's snoring.

In fact, Xiaokang Wang's hands are pretty good. He has always liked beautiful hands or calves, which look delicious.But probably because of Bai Cheng's strong impact, he suddenly lost interest as if he had been injected with an inhibitor.

Bai Qianwan took out his mobile phone, and there was news about the Song family on the news. As he expected, there was a media report that a male body was found in a forest somewhere. The insider said it was the body of Song Lang, who had been missing for many years.The Song family did not respond for the time being.

Song Lan probably told Song Nongmo where the body was buried after talking with him.

Speaking of Song Nongmo...

Skipping the part about Bai Cheng, Song Nongmo in the dream turned out to be a great wizard.I don't know what happened in the previous life, but a wizard like him who was in charge of soldiers was not killed by Bai Cheng in the end, and he became the next emperor's wizard safely.

Witches... Witchcraft Cases...

"Xiaokang Wang," Bai Qianwan became interested, pushed Xiaokang Wang's arm hanging in the air, and shouted, "What happened to the wizard?"

"Wizard?" King Xiaokang woke up. "He continued to be a wizard. Later, the new emperor passed away. Yes, it was you. He seems to have no news."

"No news?"

"You resigned, the court is in chaos after your death..."

"Is that right?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep, I feel very tired, I'm just watching this story, I'm just a bystander..." Xiaokang Wang yawned exaggeratedly, and hung himself on the chandelier again, "I Turn off the lights."

The lights went out suddenly, and the room was dark.

He heard Bai Qianwan say: "I have to go to work tomorrow, you can move out."

"Earn money to eat? I can help you with this, just treat it as a reward for helping me, and we'll talk about it tomorrow..." Xiaokang Wang finished his sentence, snoring everywhere.

Bai Qianwan didn't take Xiaokang Wang's words seriously, he was going to find an intermediary to get through the spiritual order tomorrow.

The next morning, Bai Qianwan called the agency.

Since the ogre incident, Bai Qianwan has become the "sole survivor" in media reports. In addition to the police's routine records, calls from many unknown newspapers have poured in like a flock of vultures smelling carrion, requesting Was able to interview survivors about the ogre incident, also not sure how they got his phone number.Although he declined all the interviews, the next day he could still see inexplicable gossip such as ""Ogre" survivors were physically and mentally frustrated and declined the interview in tears" on the self-media.

When he called the agency, even the receptionist of the agency heard about it: "Ah, Mr. Bai has recovered? He will be back to work soon..."

"I have no money to eat." After finishing speaking, Bai Qianwan immediately imagined that if the reporter heard this, he would probably be able to write "Shocked!" The merciless survivors of the "ogre" actually lived such a life." Such a title.

"Have you used the 100 million yuan to buy a house?" There was a rustling voice on the phone, probably the receptionist was flipping through the documents, "For city B, there is an urgent order recently, the sooner the better, the deceased is the client boyfriend."

"That's it, I can go out today."

After getting the customer's mobile phone number and address, Bai Qianwan began to change clothes and shoes.

At this time, Xiaokang Wang who was hanging on the ceiling flew down, and he followed behind Bai Qianwan like a brown candy: "You want to go out, let me come with you."

Bai Qianwan regarded him as a transparent person and didn't give him a look.

Some ghosts stay in the human world for a long time and some for a short time. A ghost like Xiaokang Wang has been in the human world for thousands of years. Needless to say, he must have had a very boring life.The appearance of Bai Qianwan is like a toy, or a fun thing. Ghosts like to live with humans, observe their emotions, and leave when they get bored. Undoubtedly, he must be targeted by Xiaokang Wang.

do not care.

This time he called the customer's mobile phone first.

There is a public telephone booth outside the hotel. When he put the microphone to his ear, Xiaokang Wang's ear came close.

"Fuck off, no eavesdropping... Excuse me, Mr. Zhou? I'm the psychic introduced by the agency. Are you free now? I'm going to come to psychic."

The customer, Mr. Zhou, is about young, with a very young voice. When he answered the phone, his tone was very calm: "Come here now, I am at home, I have worked hard."

"Wow, you're going to psychic!" Like all the ghosts who heard about psychic arts, Xiaokang Wang also showed excitement, and the two arms on his back even curled into a twisted shape.

There's no way to take him at all... there's no way to even ignore the ghost.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Qianwan gave him a gouged look: "Don't make trouble!"

Xiaokang Wang fully agreed.

The two set off from Area C and arrived at Area A exactly half an hour later.The client lives in Manhai Apartment, which seems to be a newly built community. When Bai Qianwan passed by here last time, there were still mud, sand and rubble. Go, like a towering brick.

Walking into the door of the apartment, Bai Qianwan notified Mr. Zhou through the pager at the door lock downstairs: "I am the psychic who just called you."

There was a rustle in the microphone, and Mr. Zhou's voice came out: "Please come in."

The door was unlocked, and Bai Qianwan walked to the elevator door. Xiaokang Wang had already broken through the wall by using his identity as a ghost, squatting in front of the elevator and waiting for him.He opened his mouth and said cracklingly: "I always feel that you are very dangerous like this. What if someone beats you to death in the house?"

Although I don't quite understand how Xiaokang Wang associates it with being beaten to death, his statement is not unreasonable, but it is too expensive to hire a bodyguard for work, and it is impossible for customers to consider privacy Agreed, he will continue to work hard like this.

The elevator took one person and one ghost to the eleventh floor.

Mr. Zhou is probably in his twenties. He looks handsome, with slender eyebrows and eyes, a bit like a South Korean star in a TV drama.When he opened the door and saw Bai Qianwan, his expression was obviously taken aback, and the smile that was still in his mouth just now disappeared.

What's happening here?

Bai Qianwan's greeting suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he also froze.

Zhou Yang looked at him for a few seconds before tentatively saying, "Bai Qianwan?"

"It's me, what's wrong?" He was also puzzled.

"You don't remember me?" Zhou Yang tapped his finger on the door frame twice, and suddenly smiled.

"……You are?"

Bai Qianwan looked suspiciously at the client.

Are you an old customer?No, if it is a previous client, the intermediary should have an explanation.

"My name is Zhou Yang, your high school classmate, I haven't seen you for almost ten years, it's normal if you don't recognize me..." Zhou Yang turned sideways, "Come in, I'm so sorry."

classmate?

Such a coincidence?

I don't know if this person is telling the truth, anyway, Bai Qianwan doesn't remember Zhou Yang at all, but his memory is already blank, so it wouldn't be surprising if Zhou Yang happened to be the forgotten part.

Bai Qianwan didn't come here to reminisce about the old days. He changed his shoes and entered the door without saying much, "Can we channel psychics directly? Are you all here?"

"Only me."

"Give me one of the dead man's relics."

Zhou Yang should have been prepared, took a diamond ring from the living room table and handed it to him: "His name is Wang Heng."

Bai Qianwan closed his eyes and rubbed the ring slightly.

The deceased committed suicide...

"what!"

He opened his eyes in fright at the man's screams.

Never expected that the first thing the deceased did when he entered the world was screaming and rushing towards Zhou Yang!Of course, his arm just pierced through Zhou Yang's body in vain—the soul and the human world introduced by the psychic can never come into direct contact with each other.Wang Heng was like a panting pit bull, his eyes were bloodshot and red, there was a purple-black strangle mark on his neck, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.He glared at Zhou Yang viciously: "Are you leading me to meet this rotten man?"

Zhou Yang's face turned pale, it was probably his first psychic channeling, and he had a look of fear on his face: "What's wrong with Wang Heng?"

"I don't know." It's not the first time Bai Qianwan has seen this kind of situation, it's nothing more than conflicts between the dead and the living, these are not within his scope of handling, and he doesn't care, "Is there anything you want to ask? "

The fear on Zhou Yang's face faded away like a tide. He looked into Wang Heng's hateful eyes, and his cold tone seemed to be a different person: "Ask him where the child is."

After he conveyed it, Wang Heng laughed a few times: "You tell him, he will never know."

Zhou Yang continued: "Let him give me the child."

"No, it's impossible." Wang Heng said.

A thin layer of anger floated in Zhou Yang's eyes, probably due to the presence of Bai Qianwan, he didn't show it very clearly, but his chest heaved and fell in his shirt: "How is the child doing?"

"Okay." Wang Heng replied with just one word. After hearing the question conveyed by Bai Qianwan, he seemed to be discouraged, and suddenly sank down.

Bai Qianwan noticed that he turned to stare at another door. There were cartoon stickers on the door, maybe it was a child's room.

Zhou Yang was silent for a long time, and even lit a cigarette and smoked it quickly as if to vent. Wang Heng walked around in the living room, and Bai Qianwan followed him worriedly.During the period, Xiaokang Wang also gossiped and said in his ear: "It's because the custody rights were not discussed after the breakup. The dead one hid the child!"

Bai Qianwan looked at the time: "Mr. Zhou, is there anything else you want to say?"

After a while, Zhou Yang said bitterly, "That's it."

Like a gust of wind, Wang Heng left in front of the sticker door in an instant.

Zhou Yang stared there blankly, feeling lost.

Xiaokang Wang commented: "They should still have a little bit of affection, the living obviously miss it a little bit."

"Then, I'll go first." Bai Qianwan didn't realize it, and also took Xiaokang Wang's words as wind on his ears.As soon as he finished his work, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and now he had bent down to put on his shoes.

Zhou Yang came back to his senses, and also paced forward: "I'll take you back... It's been a long time since we saw each other, and we haven't had a good chat."

In theory, it's better not to have too much contact with customers.However, at this time Zhou Yang obviously needed someone to confide in urgently, and it happened that this psychic was an old classmate he was talking about, which was even more reasonable.Bai Qianwan thought for a while and decided to do a good deed.

As soon as he got in Zhou Yang's car, he opened his mouth not long after: "Wang Heng sent the child away, and I can't find it abroad."

"Didn't you get a lawyer?"

"The child born by surrogacy is estimated to be with his parents, and I have no custody rights."

"Then there's no way."

Zhou Yang let out a long sigh: "That's right."

Zhou Yang sent him to the door of the hotel. When he got off the car, Zhou Yang glanced at the door of the hotel and suddenly asked, "Are you still in contact with Song Nongmo?"

Bai Qianwan thought for a while: "I guess there is."

"Those things in high school...Actually, many people don't think that way," Zhou Yang said, "It's just that these people are silent, including me."

Bai Qianwan didn't know what he was talking about, so he just listened quietly.

"I heard a few years ago that both Li Jue'ai and Pei Yihui died..." Smoke gushed out from the corner of Zhou Yang's mouth like a white thread, "I don't know if you have seen the news, they died very strangely."

"Who are these two people?" Bai Qianwan wondered.

Zhou Yang was taken aback: "You don't remember either?"

"Well, I forgot a lot of things because of my illness."

"Sorry," Zhou Yang was very surprised, "Then forget it...it's best."

Bai Qianwan vaguely felt something was wrong: "Why?"

"Because... ah." Zhou Yang suddenly looked behind Bai Qianwan, his expression changed.

Bai Qianwan also turned his head, but he didn't expect to see Song Nongmo's cold face.He looked very vigilant, looking at Zhou Yang with sharp eyes as if mixed with ice scum, this posture, as if they had some deep hatred.

After a few seconds of confrontation, Zhou Yang showed embarrassment: "Qianwan, I'm leaving first."

Watching Zhou Yang's Audi drive away in the dust, Bai Qianwan silently recited the names of the two people he just heard, for fear that he would forget, and was also surprised by Song Nongmo's reaction.Zhou Yang and Song Nongmo also have festivals, don't they?

"Go back to the hotel first." Song Nongmo said, and returned to the fourth floor of the hotel with Bai Qianwan. He was full of bags and bags, as if he came here specially to find Bai Qianwan.

Although he realized that he should stay away from Song Nongmo before, but now he came to visit so solemnly, Bai Qianwan couldn't refuse.After entering the door, he busily helped him put away the gifts he had brought, and poured tea again.

"Why did you get in touch with him?" Song Nongmo's tone sounded disgusted, and he didn't know whether it was Zhou Yang or him.

"He is a client of my psychic." Bai Qianwan boiled water, "Aren't you busy? I heard about your family."

Xiaokang Wang squatted at his feet and flipped through the bag: "Tea, fruit..."

"The police have been called." Song Nongmo said.

Back in the room, Xiaokang Wang started rummaging through the things Song Nongmo had brought, and the bags made crackling noises.No one cares about him, the two humans are immersed in the conversation.

Bai Qianwan wiped his face, he was a little tired.After the two sat down, he realized that he had no tea or anything like that, and was already at the haunted house, so he could only pour Song Nongmo a glass of water.

"Are you here today?"

"I just came to see you." Song Nongmo looked at him with raised eyes, and rubbed his slender fingers against the glass. "It will take some time before the house will be returned to you, but you should live in another place."

Bai Qianwan was still thinking about the question just now, so Song Nongmo's suggestion passed through his left ear and disappeared from his right ear.He said, "Well. Both Li Jue'ai and Pei Yihui are dead?"

Song Nongmo hesitated a little after hearing these two names: "It's been a few years since they passed away."

"Li Jue'ai, Pei Yihui, are they my classmates? It seems so, but I can't remember."

He yawned.

Bai Qianwan was overwhelmed by yawns. He leaned sleepily on the back of the chair, his eyelids were half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment, and he barely opened his eyes until he got an answer from Song Nongmo for a long time.

Song Nongmo frowned slightly: "So you forgot, don't you remember that?"

"that matter?"

"I mean 'Witchcraft Case.'"

When Song Nongmo uttered these three words, Bai Qianwan suddenly fell into the ice cellar, and a group of ants-like fears crawled all over his body, as if these three words were dark, heavy, and untouchable...

Some strange scenes popped up.

Above the boy's head was a huge four-leaf fan, as dirty as a long-haired spider, as if it could move at any time.If it weren't for this strange boy's knees on his breastbone, Bai Qianwan would probably be able to watch for a while longer.Knees and body weight were on his body, and fists were thrown down from time to time. The robust boy restrained him with difficulty.Between dizziness and pain, he heard the boy shout: "Jueai! I caught him!"

……

"I don't remember." The fear of tears in Bai Qianwan's eyes has dissipated, leaving only the doubt when staring at the hallucination, "'Witchcraft Case'? I'm still an urban legend I saw on the Internet."

Song Nongmo looked at him and remained silent.He had a guess in his mind——

Bai Qianwan lost his memory.

Although there is no record of such symptoms in the medical record, who knows if there will be any sequelae after jumping off the building and hitting his head, not to mention that with Bai Qianwan's character, even if he loses his memory, he may not necessarily go to the hospital for treatment.He does look a little different from before, for example, he is obviously unfamiliar and defensive towards Song Nongmo.Before Song Nongmo attributed these differences to the fact that the two hadn't seen each other for too long, and also wondered whether he was possessed by a ghost, but now it seems that this is not the case - he simply forgot.

Song Nongmo stopped fiddling with the lighter, and said with a smile, "It's okay if I don't remember, that incident was quite scary."