you are scary

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Nothing is more important than sleep. As long as you sleep, you can get rid of the existing world. Once Bai Qianwan comforts himself like this, his consciousness will easily fall into a deep sleep. After the clip, he gradually understood that it was a kind of self-comfort. In the most painful time, the former Bai Qianwan could only persuade himself like this.

When he woke up again, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening. Under the high-powered light bulb in the living room, Bai Qianwan's face looked extremely pale, and he was not too obtrusive among the ghosts.

"Are you sick?" Xiaokang Wang had a colored note on his face, and the ghosts were playing poker.

Bai Qianwan touched his forehead: "Ah, maybe, I've been too tired recently."

"If you are sick, you need to take medicine."

"No medicine." He placed an order for takeaway on his mobile phone, and he was about to eat dinner. The first priority was to fill his growling stomach. "I have a fever, just sleep and sweat a little."

"The wound on the arm has healed?" Another ghost also came to care about him.

"I didn't change the dressing, but after the splint was removed, I feel that it can be used normally." Bai Qianwan clenched his fist with that hand. When he squeezed hard, his arm felt a little pain, but it was not obvious, "That's it."

"You are so casual, you don't take care of your body at all," Xiaokang Wang shook his head old-fashionedly, and the note on his face dangled like tassels, "That's how you died in your last life, and you haven't made any progress in this life."

"Did the prince also die of illness?"

"Yeah, he died shortly after ascending the throne."

Both the queen and the crown prince died of illness. With the medical conditions in ancient times, it is not unusual, but because of the existence of Bai Cheng, he always thinks in the direction of conspiracy theory, but the crown prince obviously died after the death of the emperor. It has nothing to do with Bai Cheng.

"After you died, the imperial court was in a mess. You passed away without a single heir ready, and you had no real brothers, so the courtiers could only choose among the clan."

"I don't have kids?"

"No, you died before you got married, and you didn't even hold the crown ceremony. When you died, you were younger than me, it seems."

When Bai Qianwan heard this kind of story, he didn't feel that he was personally on the scene, so he quickly put it behind him.Not long after he meditated on the bed and watched the ghosts play cards, his takeaway arrived.As in the past, Bai Qianwan sat in front of the window and ate takeaway. Because there was no painted sticker of Maria holding the baby in his arms, the window lattice was clean and bright, and the bustling Zhengde Street in the evening could be seen through the window. The men who got off work drove home, after school The young children in uniform roamed the road, and the street lights gradually came on.

He finally returned to such a boring and peaceful life.

Just as he was sighing, Bai Qianwan's phone vibrated.

[Do you plan to attend my father's funeral the day after tomorrow? 】

Bai Qianwan's eyes almost turned black.

It has been so long since Song Shen channeled a psychic, and he is still in the midst of grievances from a wealthy family.

However, in theory, he was the first person to discover Song Lan's soul, and it was reasonable to attend the funeral to see him off for the last time, and Song Nongmo's invitation was not inappropriate.

【Um. 】

【Then I will pick you up the day after tomorrow. 】

"Don't follow me the day after tomorrow." He told Xiaokang Wang.

"why?"

"I'm going to mourn a deceased person the day after tomorrow. You'd better not go there for a formal funeral."

"Huh? All right."

There are also taboo sayings between ghosts and ghosts. At the funeral of a stranger, other ghosts usually avoid it.

After two days like this, on the morning of the third day, Bai Qianwan woke up early.Song Nongmo's car arrived on time, and he had just put on the ironed clothes when Song Nongmo called.

"All right."

Song Nongmo, who was standing outside the car door, heard such a reply as soon as he got on the phone, and then hung up with a long "beep beep beep".Bai Qianwan's figure also came out from the courtyard. He was still wearing the black Chinese tunic suit, probably because he had no other formal clothes. This person didn't seem interested in dressing up.

"Ah, are you all wearing suits?" Bai Qianwan widened his eyes when he saw Song Nongmo's attire and the driver's attire in the car, and then looked down at himself, "What should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's dark."

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, with a somewhat cautious expression: "Although I do psychic work, I have never attended a funeral."

"It's just a simple ceremony. It was done according to my father's wishes. He didn't intend to make it so complicated," Song Nongmo explained, "He thinks that people can't be resurrected after death, and what happens after death is all fiction."

"My father will come to the funeral."

"Ah."

Song Nongmo felt more gloomy today, maybe it was because of the influence of his father's death, Bai Qianwan was very careful and didn't talk to him, until they got off the car, the two of them didn't talk aloud again.

After entering the funeral venue, Bai Qianwan's brows were filled with worry and curiosity. Although Song Nongmo said that the funeral was simplified, there were a lot of guests coming and going. Men and women in black suits sat in the side hall, crowded together. When he entered the door, he even saw a few familiar people, maybe they were clients who had been psychic to Bai Qianwan.

Song Nongmo took him to the side hall, and whispered to him at the door: "I'll take you back after the funeral."

The side hall was very quiet. The ladies sat on chairs with their hands folded on their knees. The men did not smoke, and they lowered their voices when talking with others.Bai Qianwan found a seat in the back row and sat down. The young man sitting next to him asked him, "Are you a relative of the Song family?"

The man had his hair combed back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there were fine lines at the end of his eyes when he smiled.

"No."

"I saw that Song Nongmo sent you here, and I thought it was a relative I had never met before."

So, this is a close relative of the Song family.

"I am his friend."

The man nodded and said nothing more.

I don't know how long he sat there, but when Bai Qianwan was about to take a nap, a staff member entered the side hall to guide the guests into the venue.The funeral officially started. On the wall of the main hall was hung a big "Dian" character. Below it was a portrait of Song Lan. The wreaths sent by the guests were arranged in two rows, and in the middle was a dark coffin.Song Lan's soul stood near the coffin, looking at a certain part of the crowd from a distance.

Bai Qianwan was standing in the back row. When he first entered the arena, he saw the brothers and sisters of the Song family and Mrs. Song, who were at the front of the line.What the host said, I don't know if it was a monk or a Taoist who was reciting scriptures, but he didn't listen carefully, he just watched Song Lan's movements at the funeral. The children and wife stood by his side for a while, and then quickly walked away. He walked down the line of guests. Because his appearance was completely ruined, Bai Qianwan couldn't see his expression, and couldn't guess what he was doing.

Song Lan stopped beside Bai Qianwan, and the other party stared at him with dark eyes, the meaning was unclear, but Bai Qianwan couldn't ask at this time.At this time, the funeral has entered the process of offering incense, and everyone lined up to the left to hold incense. The first to offer incense in front of the altar was Mrs. Song and the Song family brothers and sisters, followed by other family members. When it was Bai Qianwan's turn, he thought Silently read a few words of blessing.

When he looked up again, Song Lan was no longer there.

"Unfortunately, my father has passed away. Thank you for your condolences..."

The last person to give a speech with the portrait in his arms was Song Lan's eldest son, Song Nongmo, who briefly said thank you to the guests, and the funeral entered the final process.The relatives of the Song family will take Song Lan's coffin to the funeral, that is, the body will be sent to the crematorium for burning.As a guest, Bai Qianwan waited outside the venue. Soon, the vehicles carrying the coffin gradually drove out of the gate, followed by dozens of black vehicles, all of which were tied with black tie flowers on the front.The guests seeing off outside the venue bowed their heads one after another, until the coffin disappeared at the intersection, and the rest gradually dispersed.

Bai Qianwan straightened his clothes and returned to the side hall. The man with the crow's feet passing by the door was the man with the crow's feet just now.

"The funeral is over, don't you want to go back?" the man asked.

"Come back later."

Bai Qianwan and him both sat down in the side hall and played with their phones.

After a while, the man chatted with him: "Have you heard the rumors about Mr. Song Lan's death?"

"what?"

"He was murdered." The man pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice.

It seems inappropriate to talk about such rumors just after the funeral.

"Really?" Bai Qianwan responded casually.

It was obvious that Song Lan was killed. The wound on his face was probably given by the murderer, a common method to prevent others from identifying the identity of the corpse.

"Why was he murdered?" said the man.

"do not know."

"Hey, let's take a guess. Someone in my family was kidnapped before, but even if the police were called, the kidnappers would not be crazy enough to tear up tickets. How could Mr. Song be killed?"

"Kidnapping?"

"Yes, it is rumored that Mr. Song tore his ticket to death after being kidnapped."

The man swears by it.

The waiters in the venue were cleaning up, picking up scraps of paper that fell on the floor.Across a row of windows, the wreaths in the main hall moved with the wind, and a gust of cold wind blew into the side hall.The man let out a strange cry and hugged his suit tightly: "It's really cold, winter is here."

Bai Qianwan stared at the door in a daze.

Why isn't Song Lan here?

From his appearance just now, he clearly had something to say.

"I'm going." The man bowed slightly like a gentleman, put on a tweed black hat and left straight away.

After sitting for another hour, Bai Qianwan stepped into the main hall again.

The fine smoke on the incense burner burns slowly, and the surrounding area is filled with the smell of incense.In the case of physical discomfort, he seemed to have inhaled a stunner, and his head was dizzy. However, he still put his hands together in front of the altar to worship the dead for the second time.

If you need something, come to him as soon as possible.

Bai Qianwan read silently.

When he opened his eyes, a waiter stopped in the distance and nodded to him from afar.

"The deceased has passed away, my condolences." The man's tone was pious.

Probably regard him as Song Lang's family and friends.

In fact, he was just talking to Song Lan.

There was the sound of a car driving at the door, and Bai Qianwan walked to the door again. Several people who looked like bodyguards came around Song Nongmo. For some reason, his brows and eyes became more gloomy.Behind him was a young girl in mourning. Upon closer inspection, it was his younger sister, Song Yumo. The two seemed to be arguing about something, and when they spoke, they had impatient expressions on their faces.

Song Nongmo stepped across the threshold, holding the urn in his hand, and when he passed by Baiqianwan, his expression softened: "Wait for me."

Hearing this, Song Yumo glanced at Bai Qianwan with a complicated expression, as if saying "Why are you here?"

The urn was placed on the altar by him, and the brothers and sisters of the Song family worshiped again.

The person who came after him was Mrs. Song. She was wearing a decent black dress and her hair was tied up in a bun. When she saw Bai Qianwan, she was obviously taken aback: "Mr. Bai is here too?"

"I brought him here," Song Nongmo got up from the futon, "Let's go first, auntie."

Mrs. Song smiled: "Go."

Bai Qianwan suddenly understood that they were not mother and son.

As soon as he got in the car, Song Nongmo started to smoke. The spicy mint smell wafted in the air, and Bai Qianwan coughed a few times.

Sensing his gaze, Bai Qianwan explained: "I have a bit of a cold."

Song Nongmo put out his cigarette, and said suddenly, "You look bad."

"Well, it's a season change, so it's easy to get sick."

The scenery outside the car gradually changed, Zhengde Street soon came into view, the car stopped at the intersection, Bai Qianwan thanked him, and was about to open the car door, but found it was locked.

Song Nongmo sat not far away, silent with the driver.

"What's the situation..." Bai Qianwan asked.

If Song Nongmo were replaced by someone else, he would most likely think it was a kidnapping.

Song Nongmo lowered his head, turning the lighter between his fingers.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Bai Qianwan asked tentatively.

"Ah."

"Arguing with your family?"

"It's not arguing to have different opinions."

Yeah?But you were obviously angry just now, but he became the one to be angered.

Bai Qianwan racked his brains and couldn't think of any words of comfort.

"I want to go to your house." Song Nongmo said suddenly.

"Haunted house?" He was puzzled, "Didn't you come here before? Yes."

But what does this have to do with Song Nongmo's bad mood?I really don't understand.

The car lock was finally unlocked, and Bai Qianwan and Song Nongmo got out of the car.The sky was overcast, with lead gray clouds gathering overhead, as if it was going to rain at any moment.

"you're back!"

"Brother Bai—"

The sleepless ghosts in the haunted house greeted him as usual.

"Who is this……"

"It seems to be the police officer from last time."

Curious ghosts gathered there. Before Bai Qianwan had time to tell the ghosts that this was a policeman from the Special Events Department, Song Nongmo had already reached out his hand/gun from his suit.

"Everyone get out." He ordered to drive away the guests in a quiet voice.

The ghosts were stunned for a second, then screamed and fled in all directions. All of a sudden, there were only two people left in the huge living room.

Bai Qianwan: "..."

Is this crazy?

Song Nongmo unbuttoned his suit jacket and threw the clothes on the sofa.Bai Qianwan quickly picked up the clothes: "There is blood on the sofa, it's not clean." Then he hung the clothes on the back of the stool.

He boiled water on the table and poured tea: "Let's drink tea."

Song Nongmo's low pressure today was extremely exaggerated, he had never seen it before, and he was hit by a gun. However, after all, the other party had just lost his father, and Bai Qianwan could understand why he went crazy.

The tea leaves were still the ones Song Nongmo brought to him last time.

Song Nongmo unbuttoned his cuffs and walked to the bed: "Why did you put the bed in the living room?"

"Can't you?"

Bai Qianwan took the teacup and walked to the bed. The bed was tidy, with snow-white sheets and pillows, and the quilt was neatly folded.Anyway, he doesn't usually have guests to visit, so it's not uncommon to use the living room as a bedroom.He had just had a sip of Tieguanyin, but the next second his teacup was snatched away. Song Nongmo put the teacup on the table, and before Bai Qianwan said anything, he was suddenly pushed down on his back on the bed.

Song Nongmo untied the belt, raised Bai Qianwan's hands above his head, and tied them to the bedposts of the spring bed.

Knowing that he couldn't beat Song Nongmo, and knowing that he was going crazy at the moment, Bai Qianwan didn't even struggle.After staring at Song Nongmo for a while, he said, "Actually, there's no need to tie me up."

Song Nongmo half-kneeled beside him, looked down at him coldly, his brows remained gloomy: "You can run."

"I've been here all along."

"It wasn't before. I've been looking for you for a long time, and you only appeared when the household registration information was updated."

"……Uh."

"You seem afraid that I'll conclude that you're a cannibal, don't you?"

"I'm not." Bai Qianwan emphasized again.

"Why? Who did you eat?"

"No……"

"If you did something bad yourself, you wouldn't cover it up like this. So you did it unintentionally?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Your father's girlfriend."

The pot of hot braised pork suddenly reappeared.

Did you eat it?Can not remember.

"I didn't do it." That was all he could say.

"I find it's useless to talk to you well, it's more appropriate like this."

Song Nongmo bent down, silently looking at Bai Qianwan with his long and deep eyes.

"What on earth do you want? If there is evidence, why don't you arrest me? Besides, there is no evidence at all, because I didn't do that." Bai Qianwan glared at him.

"It would be nice if it was true."

"what?"

"I know you're not as innocent as you were in high school, but I'm still afraid that you've done something outrageous, and maybe one day I'll be the one who arrests you."

"Is this what drove you so crazy today?"

"Correct."

I can't figure out what this person is thinking, I can't understand it.

Bai Qianwan closed his eyes heavily, and sighed: "Are you sick?"