you are scary

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Bai Cheng?

"He, I met him in my previous life." Xiaokang Wang said.

"Past life?"

"Yes." Xiaokang Wang counted with his fingers, "It happened more than 2000 years ago. I don't remember exactly how many years. You can figure it out yourself. At that time, he was not called Bai Cheng. My surname is Qi."

"He used to be the clan of the Zheng Dynasty?"

"It's not just the clan, he used to be an emperor. He's my uncle."

"You still have this connection."

Countless people have seen ghosts like this that have lived for thousands of years.When investigating cases, Song Nongmo would sometimes go to these high-ranking ghosts wandering in the city and ask them if they knew the suspects, or ask them to find witnesses and the like.After all, ghosts are not limited by space like humans are. They can go wherever they want and meet whoever they want.

"Then what is he doing in this life? Have you seen him?" Song Nongmo asked him after thinking for a while.

King Xiaokang let out a teasing laugh from his throat, "You really care about Bai Qianwan, do you even want to know about his father?"

Song Nongmo said, "His father disappeared nine years ago."

"He also asked me about this matter, but it has nothing to do with me, because I haven't seen him either."

The expected answer.

Song Nongmo stroked the traces of glue on the windowpane. Before that, there was a statue of the Virgin Mary pasted here: "Bai Qianwan's father's girlfriend is also missing. This matter has not been resolved yet."

"There are disappearance cases every year, right? I don't know. Who are you suspecting? Me, Bai Cheng, or Bai Qianwan?" Xiaokang Wang pressed his face against the window and looked at the figure on the bed. Very vigilant."

Song didn't want to explain anything, besides, Bai Qianwan's defense didn't need Xiaokang Wang to tell him he knew it.

"After 2133, no one saw Bai Cheng again, and he disappeared."

"Working in the special incident handling department is very hard, right? You have to deal with all kinds of ghosts every day and exploit all kinds of loopholes. After all, our testimony may not be correct." Xiaokang Wang answered the wrong question and touched him. Cheng Liang's bald head looks like a giant light bulb's head in the setting sun, round and round, "Are you still investigating the case nine years ago? Well, no, you weren't a policeman nine years ago. You seem to be Are you concerned about these details because he has something to do with Bai Qianwan?"

It seems that there is nothing to talk about——

Song Nongmo didn't answer his question, and returned to the seat beside the bed. He turned on his mobile phone and searched. He didn't know much about the history of the Zheng Dynasty more than 2000 years ago.

The founding emperor of the Zheng Dynasty, surnamed Qi, reigned for more than 20 years and died at the age of 40.The Zheng Dynasty was a short-lived dynasty that was not highly evaluated in the history of Huaguo. The evaluation of Bai Cheng's previous life in history is also mixed. The most often mentioned is that he was obsessed with witchcraft, as if many emperors later were keen on making alchemy and becoming immortals. Similarly, other emperors relied on Taoist priests, while he trusted the wizards of his time.

But after all, this is just Bai Cheng's past life, and Song Nongmo couldn't find any valuable clues from it.

Xiaokang Wang had already quietly slipped into the room, it was floating above the bed, its eyes were unscrupulously observing Bai Qianwan lying on the bed.

Song Nongmo didn't chase him away, he was also staring at Bai Qianwan.

When Bai Qianwan fell asleep, he made no sound and breathed very lightly. His slightly curly black hair covered his face sleeping on his side, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Song Nongmo couldn't help thinking, if only he was really a weak dodder flower like he looks...

"Have you seen Bai Qianwan in your previous life?" Thinking about this, he began to ask Xiaokang Wang again.

"Of course, he was my cousin in his previous life, so he still has to call me brother. Although our relationship is not good, it was still a happy time." His slightly blue eyes showed nostalgia, Xiaokang Wang puffed up his cheeks , "But he's really annoying."

"This guy has thought that I have some bad intentions for him all his life. God, he is exactly the same as before! In fact, I just want to see him. Hey, what kind of suspicious eyes are you, please, he It's my younger brother, Zheng Chao has few heirs, and there are actually not many people in the clan, cousins ​​and sisters who are similar in age all grew up together."

Because there was another patient sleeping on the bed, the voices of both of them were very low.

Song Nongmo asked in surprise, "Is he also a child of the clan?"

King Xiaokang snorted: "He is the son of the emperor, and he became the emperor again. If you read the history books, you can see his name. The benefits of high status are reflected here. Just because he is the son of the emperor, he became the emperor again. Only when he became the crown prince and ascended the throne can his name be recorded in the book, and the traces of my existence have long been erased."

Song Nongmo fell into deep thought as the contents of Zheng Dynasty's history emerged in his mind.

Regarding Bai Cheng's previous life, in history, the emperor had only one son named Wen.There are only a few records related to Wen. The prince Qi Wen has a withdrawn personality and is not liked by the emperor.Qi Wen ascended the throne and died within half a year. He didn't even leave any heirs, and there was really nothing worth recording in terms of political achievements.The only thing that has written a few words is that Qi Wen also believed in witchcraft like the first emperor, and it is rumored that he died because of witchcraft.

Xiaokang Wang looked at the screen on his mobile phone, ten lines at a glance. He had long been familiar with these history books and read them countless times.

"It's strange, why didn't you ask me what you were in your previous life?"

Song Nongmo raised his eyebrows: "Me?"

"You are that wizard. You spent all day making sacrifices in the dark room, and finally got a good death. Hey, it's not a good death, after all, you disappeared. Hey, why did you disappear again? No wonder you started to investigate The case of disappearance, so this is the reason?"

Nonsense.

Song Nongmo had no way of verifying whether Xiaokang Wang was talking about running the train, so he stopped asking.

In the evening, Bai Qianwan woke up and had dinner with Song Nongmo.He was sleepy, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and he muttered with a thermometer in his mouth: "I didn't dream this time."

Xiaokang Wang floated above his head, standing on the ceiling with both feet, and stretched out his hands to touch Bai Qianwan's hair.

This ghost is only nine years old!

Bai Qianwan knocked off Xiaokang Wang's hand, turned his face, and said to Song Nongmo, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Song Nongmo was absent-minded: "Yes."

When he acquiesced, Bai Qianwan bit his chopsticks suspiciously: "Are you planning to spy on me?"

Song Nongmo said, "If I planned to spy on you, you wouldn't be living in the haunted house now."

"Then it's almost time for you to go back."

That's what he said, but Bai Qianwan didn't mean to drive him away. Before going to bed at night, Song Nongmo still stayed in the room. He didn't know what he was doing, and kept flipping through his phone.

When he woke up the next morning, Song Nongmo was no longer there.

What blurred and gradually became clear in front of my eyes was the gray ceiling, on which there were footprints left by Xiaokang Wang yesterday.Slanting sunlight came in through the window, and Xiaokang Wang's blue figure swayed faintly outside.

Rarely did I wake up without any ghosts around me.

After washing up, Bai Qianwan took the telephoto camera with dusty lens.His destination today is also No. [-] Middle School in City B.

Xiaokang Wang's upper body passed through the wall and leaned towards Bai Qianwan who was packing his camera bag.Thinking that he didn't know anything about yesterday's conversation, Xiaokang Wang laughed happily: "Are you going to school?" Although, Bai Qianwan must have probably sensed Song Nongmo's intentions, he is not a fool after all.

"Yes." Bai Qianwan said.

The two were about to go out one after the other, but what suddenly blocked their footsteps was the sudden ringing of the phone.

The long-lost ghost call?

Bai Qianwan muttered and picked up the microphone, a series of sharp laughter filled his ears.

He actually felt a little kind, and said with a smile: "Good morning."

The smile quickly evaporated from his face and disappeared.

After dropping the receiver, he kicked the entire phone away.

Xiaokang Wang was dumbfounded: "You are so irritable."

"Irritable?" Bai Qianwan asked.

Anyway, he has a mobile phone now, so the fixed line has become a dispensable thing.

However, he has been a little irritable recently, and there are too many troubles.

Outside the door, the jasmine bushes are covered with weeds, the morning dew floats on the leaves, and the courtyard is empty, except for a blue ghost.

Xiaokang Wang is still cosplaying Ruke, as if he really has a pair of wings on his back, his arms are floating, and his buttocks are pouted. Because he is not wearing clothes, he looks extraordinarily funny.

On the way, Bai Qianwan met many ghosts who stayed in his room before, and everyone complained to him.

"That police officer is absolutely horrible!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

"Too scary!"

"Uh, let me apologize for him, he didn't mean it." Bai Qianwan scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"You let them live here, don't you charge rent?" Xiaokang Wang asked.

"That's where they lived. It's a haunted house." Theoretically, they should be charging him rent.

"Except for kicking the phone, you really have a good temper. People with such a good temper are usually bullied."

The guy was so right.

Most of the time, he is a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch.That's why in the warehouse, he was regarded as a human sandbag.

After taking the tram, Bai Qianwan quickly rushed to No. [-] Middle School in City B. This time, he was still a photographer, but he mentioned visiting the piano teacher.

"I thought you were here for an interview again. That investor doesn't know why there is still an event today. It's really, the campus is full of smog." The security guard complained.

"What does that investor do?" Bai Qianwan asked casually.

"It seems to be something like rubber or foreign trade export? I used to be a student in No. [-] Middle School."

Bai Qian's heart moved: "Which class of student is he from?"

"2135."

2135nd session.

Bai Qianwan chewed these numbers in his mouth for a while.

Bai Qianwan and this investor were students in the same class.If he could interview the investor, he might be able to ask him about the details of the witchcraft case, but it must be very difficult to interview him... After all, Bai Qianwan does not have a press card.

Walking through the orange-yellow avenue and through the bamboo forest, Bai Qianwan once again came to this cream-cream-like building, and the curling piano sound poured into the ears from inside, refreshing.

Sitting on the steps, Bai Qianwan looked up at the music classroom.There is a window on the left, a huge transparent window, from which one can see the situation inside the music classroom.

Wan Jiu looked at his teacher devoutly. The female teacher was unconscious and just quietly manipulated her fingers to jump on the keys.

The girls sitting by the window noticed the man outside the window.They muttered a few words.Song Yumo looked at him, frowned, and clenched the music textbook in his hand.Bai Qianwan smiled at her.

It's not time for get out of class to end yet, so Bai Qianwan could only sit on the steps in front of the music classroom and pretend to be a thinker.During this period, Xiaokang Wang swooped down from the classroom spire like a bat, chasing birds and sparrows in the sky everywhere.

A group of people suddenly came from a distance.

Three or five men who looked like bodyguards in black clothes and black sunglasses walked past a man surrounded by many teachers and leaders.Bai Qianwan supported him with his hands, and just glanced at it quietly.

That person should be the legendary investor.

His thoughts drifted like a ship in the sky, and Bai Qianwan soon began to ruminate on what happened last night.

How much of Song Nongmo's words are true?

The self who promised to stay away from Song Nongmo seems to be getting closer to him.

A pair of feet wearing leather shoes suddenly stopped in front of his eyes.

"Why do I think you look familiar?" the man said.

The man was short in stature, with a pointed face and slender eyebrows.

The moment Bai Qianwan saw him, a heavy thunderstorm seemed to fall in his heart.

"Hey, that guy is crying, why are you crying?"

"Do you like frogs? Do you want to eat frogs? You can only swallow them alive."

"Kneel down and bark like a dog, hurry up!"

"Don't want to bark, but still clenched his teeth so tightly, how about knocking out his teeth?"

"Come on, Xiaobai, look at the camera, three two one..."

"Use a knife to carve a few characters, what should I carve? 'Murderer'?"

"Pull his hair off, haha!"

……

His teeth were chattering, and even his shoulders trembled unconsciously. It felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar all of a sudden.All the memories of being in the sports warehouse came back at once.

"So it's you, Xiaobai?" The man squatted down, his eyes smiling.

Zhou Yang stood beside him, his face pale.

What was his name—

Wang Ejie?

Bai Qianwan lowered his eyes and muttered to himself: "Li Jue'ai and Pei Yihui both passed away..."

"Why," the man raised his eyebrows, "are you trying to say that you did it? Hehe, that's terrible, but look at yourself, you're trembling."

Bai Qianwan raised his head, and behind the man stood the expressionless bodyguard, who was as tall as a mountain.

"Goodbye." The man smiled and waved his hands.

Zhou Yang stared at him blankly, without saying anything, and quickly walked away, following Wang Ejie's footsteps.

What a nuisance.

Whether it was before or now...

"Hey, your complexion is so bad." Xiaokang Wang leaned over worriedly, "Don't come out just after recovering from illness. By the way, who is that person, and what does he mean?"

It seems that Song Nongmo's worry is not groundless.

Thinking of this, Bai Qianwan showed a weird smile.

"It means provocation." He was vague.

After all, he had said something similar back then.

【If you decide me to be the murderer so rashly... aren't you afraid that you will end up in the same way? 】

"What?" Xiaokang Wang went in without knowing.

At this time, the bell rang.