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Bai Qianwan's appearance can confuse others.

His brown almond eyes are always covered with a layer of water vapor, his skin is clean and pale, as if he has not seen the light for a long time, and he has suffered a serious illness. He is tall and thin, with a straight waist.Generally speaking, he looks like a beautiful and delicate young man with poor health. He is about 20 years old. He is probably a liberal arts student in a certain university. He is walking in the shade of trees in the campus wearing a white shirt and holding textbooks Next, young people who are with books.

No one would associate him with something as evil as spiritism.

On the other hand, this kind of weak and delicate face can always make people more tolerant to him. Bai Qianwan wandered for nearly half a minute before returning to his senses and preparing for psychic communication. There was no boredom or blame on everyone's face Emotions.

"Then let's get started."

After taking over the portrait of the deceased, Bai Qianwan stared at his client - Song Nongmo.

"Before I do this, let me say that I only serve you, and I don't listen to other people's opinions. You are only allowed to ask questions about the deceased and answer the deceased and me. The first question is the relationship between the deceased and you? The second question is that he How did he die? Now, please give me one of the deceased's relics."

Bai Qianwan stood in the center of the living room, in front of the TV on the wall. Today he was wearing a black tunic with a stand-up collar, and the top button was fastened meticulously. Since the 22nd century, there has been a retro trend in society, and cheongsam and Chinese tunic suits have become popular clothing for young people.In fact, Bai Qianwan has very few clothes, and this one is only willing to wear when he comes out to channel psychics.

"Grandfather and grandson. He died on the spot in a car accident." Song Nongmo stood by the table and said, the butler brought him a string of prayer beads.

"A car accident." Bai Qianwan took the prayer bead, rubbed it between his fingers for a moment and then put it down. He nodded slightly, and his eyes swept to the rest of the people. Appearing, it may be the appearance of being dressed up by the undertaker after death, or it may be the appearance of death. What I mean is that you may see bloody scenes, please avoid those who cannot accept it. "

No one answered.

"Okay, then I'm going to invite the deceased to visit."

Bai Qianwan put his hands together in front of his chest, clasped his fingers tightly, and closed his eyes.After a while, for some reason, the living room suddenly became cold, and the coolness came from the corner.Except for Song Nongmo, everyone in the hall changed their expressions slightly and couldn't help but look around.

Song Shen appeared suddenly.

Without warning, he stood in front of Bai Qianwan in an instant, with his back to the crowd.The daughter of the Song family let out a small exclamation, and was immediately covered by her mother.

Bai Qianwan's eyelids moved slightly, and he opened them immediately.

In front of him was an old man with a complete appearance.He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Song."

Song Shen is wearing a dark suit, holding a cane, his back is slightly hunched, like a bulging bag, his hair is thin and gray, and his eyes are sharp. Generally speaking, he is a relatively sober and rational ghost.Bai Qianwan has always been afraid of summoning hysterical and resentful souls. When they come into the world, they will definitely make a big fuss. In the end, they will complain to the psychic for disturbing people's peace, which makes him thankless.

"These are your sons, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren." Bai Qianwan introduced.

The old man turned around slowly, looking at the surprised or indifferent faces one by one: "I recognize it."

"Grandpa!" At this moment, the Song family's daughter burst into tears and broke free from her mother's hand.

Bai Qianwan shook his head: "He can't hear human voices."

Then he turned his head and asked Song Nongmo: "Is there any question or something you want to talk about?"

Song Nongmo said to Bai Qianwan: "The two uncles questioned the distribution of the inheritance. They each get one-tenth, and they don't know the rest of the details."

After he conveyed it, Song Shen said: "The remaining three tenths were given to Song Nongmo, three tenths were given to Song Yumo, and the rest were fed to the dogs."

... What kind of grievances and grievances is this, I'm afraid of being beaten.

Bai Qianwan slandered a few words, and read out expressionlessly and without emotion.Everyone in the living room had different expressions, and the expressions of the two elder Uncle Song were even more ugly.

One exclaimed, "Father, what do you mean?" The other said, "Brother, can't you get anything?"

Song Shen smiled: "The three of them are not even as good as dogs. My family's genes are not very good, and the offspring are all average, not as good as me. It's not easy for grandchildren to get out of the mud without being stained. I'm making you laugh."

After the words were conveyed, several people present were silent.Bai Qianwan looked down at the toe of the shoe, buried his head very low, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Uncle probably wants to know where the remaining two-tenths are. Ask for me? Mr. Bai."

Song Nongmo was leaning on the edge of the sofa with his long legs tilted. When he spoke with his face sideways, the ends of his hair covered the corners of his eyes.

"Give it to a friend."

Bai Qianwan got such a vague answer.He frowned, thinking that the deceased probably didn't want to answer this question, and if the client was entangled with this, both parties would be very tired, including Bai Qianwan who was the mouthpiece.The result was that he was barely in time for ramen and ham in the evening.

"There's no need to ask any more." In the silence of everyone, a slight click sounded.Bai Qianwan raised his eyes, only seeing Song Nongmo holding the cigarette and lighter.

"Is it over?" Seeing that no one asked, Bai Qianwan carefully observed everyone's face, "Do you have any objections?"

Song Nongmo said, "No, let's go."

"Then, old sir, please go back, excuse me." Bai Qianwan bowed towards Song Shen.

After a sneer, the old man disappeared.

Mrs. Song was like an inflated human-shaped balloon that had been supported for a long time, and finally collapsed after the show ended.Everyone screamed and panicked and surrounded her, laying her flat on the sofa.After confirming that she was just overly frightened, several people breathed a sigh of relief, trembling, and said goodbye to each other.During the period, the psychic Bai Qianwan was like an indifferent passerby who had nothing to do with himself, only observing the murals beside the TV.A plump Western woman, holding a baby in her arms, has graceful and moving eyebrows.A painting of the Virgin Mary.

Bai Qianwan has always liked this kind of understandable paintings, and the more obscure and abstract ones will only make him frown, and look directly at the trash cans, so if he compares them horizontally, in fact, he is not rude today.

"Mr. Bai."

A heavenly voice called him, and the source of the sound was behind him, beside the black table.In his eyes, Song Nongmo is temporarily a million-dollar ATM machine. When he walks, he makes the crisp sound of coins falling to the ground, and when he speaks, the sound of banknotes being brushed makes Bai Qianwan's soul rippling.Song Nongmo bends down to write on the table, if Bai Qianwan has the courage to approach at this moment, he will find that the other party is writing a check, his long and powerful fingers are holding the pen tightly, and he is writing sharp, flamboyant, dazzling words 1000000.

"Your reward."

In a moment of confusion, a check was handed in front of his eyes.

"……thanks."

The hand holding the check trembled slightly.

After counting the zeros behind the 1, he felt dizzy for a moment.

"Are you okay?" Song Nongmo supported him.

Bai Nongwan said in a low voice, "I just feel a little shocked..."

Song Yumo: "..."

When he walked out of the Song residence, Bai Qianwan's legs were weak.

The flimsy check seemed to have infinite weight, and it was about to crush him.

"Psychic has a lot of wear and tear on the psychic, right? Mr. Bai seems very tired."

The ATM machine followed closely behind him, making the sound of banknotes.This is the beginning of a standard "customer curious chat". Many customers will chat with him about psychics after the mission is over.However, Song Nongmo's question was more like finding a new level for his weakness and dizziness just now.

So Bai Qianwan said, "A little bit."

"I thought psychic communication required a lot of battle, blood, rituals, sacrifices... It seems strange that Mr. Bai doesn't need it at all."

"Well, every psychic has a different approach, and some are exactly what you said."

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qianwan had already passed by the gate of the courtyard with a huge check in his pocket. A middle-aged man with the appearance of a butler opened the door. He had just stepped forward when he heard Song Nongmo next to him suggest: "Mr. Are you going home?"

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "No." It's better for humans to go to places like haunted houses less often.

Song Nongmo lowered his eyes, focusing on his wrist: "When you raised your hand just now, I saw that your hand was hurt. Is it okay?"

Bai Qianwan shook his head, the impact of 100 million yuan has not yet dissipated, so that the lie can't be ignored: "It's just being bitten by a mouse, it doesn't matter, just kill it."

Song Nongmo raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something, when a girl who came running suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Song Yumo's cheeks were flushed: "Mr. Bai, I have something to ask you about psychics. Can you leave a contact information?"

Bai Qianwan stared at her white ham-like calf, feeling his appetite soar: "Well, I don't have a mobile phone or WeChat."

"It's okay, then I'll write you my WeChat ID?" A note suddenly touched his palm, and Song Yumo's arm was as crisp as a jade shoot.

It must taste good to bite, right?

"Ah, brother, why are you staring at me like that? Alright, alright, I'll go now..."

The girl ran away.

Bai Qianwan watched her disappear, his Adam's apple moved, and he stuffed the note into his trouser pocket.

When the two walked outside the courtyard gate, Song Nongmo suddenly lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Just look at me, don't stare at my sister."

With the smell of tobacco caressing his earlobes, Bai Qianwan blushed shyly, and after whispering "I'm sorry", he quickened his steps and disappeared behind the wall as if fleeing.

"call--"

On the way back, he took a taxi as usual.

The scene that was broken by Song Nongmo just now was played back quickly and mercilessly in front of Bai Qianwan's eyes.

So embarrassing.

Being so hungry in front of others, although his stomach didn't growl, but he was so hungry that he was about to eat people, his eyes must be shining, looking at the girl's limbs and his hands.

Ahhh, I don't want to go out!

"Little brother, are you alright?" The taxi driver looked at the rearview mirror worriedly, and the passenger in the back seat looked downcast at the moment, as if he had suffered some huge grievance.

"It's okay, I'm just too hungry."

"Huh? Let's go get something to eat quickly. It's almost seven o'clock and you haven't eaten yet?"

"Yeah, I just got off work," Bai Qianwan said, "Just stop at the ramen restaurant in front."

The sun is setting, the bank is closed, and the check can only be deposited tomorrow.

Looking at the words "Song Nongmo" on the check, he was in a daze.

The waiter served the ramen, and the filling of the noodles after chewing didn't make the nerve-wracking feeling go away.It's really nerve-wracking, as long as you think of the three words Song Nongmo, the lump on the back of your head will be very painful. If you think about it carefully, it's probably the pain caused by the upwelling and circulation of blood.

Song Nongmo was his high school classmate.

All About High School...

Bai Qianmo shivered suddenly, but didn't remember anything.

When I got home, there were some headless boys playing football in the courtyard. Of course, the ball was actually a human head.

"The nose was kicked by you!"

"Okay, kick Xiao Ming next time."

"Xiao Ming's head seems to be missing."

"Just... ah, brother Xiaobai is back?"

"Brother Bai!"

After greeting the boys, Bai Qianwan entered the house.Mrs. Chen was doing sit-ups on the floor, her eight-pack abs were faintly visible, and other ghosts were also doing push-ups and lifting dumbbells on the floor. Suddenly, the spacious living room seemed crowded.

Walking among the ghosts, he praised from time to time: "Exercise is very effective."

The ghosts ignored him.

"The ogre incident seems to be getting more and more terrifying recently."

"How to say?"

"A man was killed the day before yesterday, and the police found fried thigh meat from his body, black pepper thigh meat!"

"Is it tasty?"

"I don't know. I heard that the rest of the meat may have been eaten. The ogre cooked many meat dishes with great care."

"But one person can't eat that much, right?"

"So after it was done, it was put in the refrigerator. It was taken out by the police for inspection, and it was confirmed that it was the human flesh of the deceased."

"Alas--"

"That's right, that man lives nearby, it seems to be at the entrance of the alley."

Bai Qianwan was very tired, and fell asleep in a daze after lying down.The conversations of the ghosts also came in from the left ear and out from the right ear, and only vaguely heard the word "ogre".

What he thought was: Song Nongmo's hands are so pretty, and so are Song Yumo's.

I really want to collect it...

"Hey, how much money did you earn today?" Ren Yi finally noticed him.

Bai Qianwan raised his eyelids and threw the check in his trouser pocket to her: "I'm a millionaire now... the rent must be paid on time, don't worry."

"'Leave City B immediately'? What is this?" Renzhu yelled, "Big guts! How dare you fool me?"

Bai Qianwan took a look at the ball of paper that was thrown back, and it turned out that he mistakenly took out Song Yumo's note as a check.

On it is a line of delicate handwriting: Please leave City B immediately, it is dangerous.