-Two days after the first time I hit a ghost

[Ask the world, is this mountain the highest? Or, there is another high place higher than the sky~]

Music with a strong sense of age is heard from old-fashioned TVs.

The curtains swayed in the wind. It was clearly morning, but the detective agency was as lazy as in the afternoon under the sun.

Lu Li sat in the boss's chair behind the desk, closing his eyes for a nap.

Chen Qian collapsed on the sofa diagonally opposite, his posture was like a famous painting.

derogatory term.

After dealing with Bixian last night, the two bought midnight snacks and went back. After eating, they slept in their respective locations.

It is not a good dream for a night, and it has nothing to do with sleeping posture. When Lu Li assisted the police station in handling the case, he could fall asleep on a cold chair. But as soon as he fell asleep, a pitiful female ghost knelt in front of him and sobbed quietly, and I felt pity for her.

I don’t know if it was because I thought about it on a day and dreamed about it at night, or if the pen fairy didn’t do it... I didn’t send it to the underworld, and I didn’t dare to find it along the network cable, so I only dared to disgust Lu Li in my dream.

"Hate~~~" Suddenly, Chen Qian kicked his legs and wailed. "I didn't ask more questions when I saw the legendary Pen Fairy. I hated me so much~~~"

No one paid attention to him.

Chen Qian kept his paralyzed posture and stared at the ceiling and asked, "Boss, can you tell me how you used your wonderful brain to think of using a gun to solve a ghost?"

More than ten seconds later, Lu Leave the mouth and said, "The first ghost I saw was almost strangled to death, so I think physical means may be useful to the ghost."

"What if the gun is invalid for the Pen Xian?"

This question is difficult to answer, but Lu Li didn't want to say: "Then let her kill me, I will become a ghost and kill her."

Chen Qian was solemn and raised his arms and clasped his fists from the air: "I am worthy of being the boss, I don't talk much."

Chen Qian knew very well that the boss would really do this.

The topic came to an end and the atmosphere fell silent again.

After a while, the old man's chattering sound floated downstairs along the open window.

After listening for a while, Chen Qian thought of something: "Do you have a clue next? It seems that you have to solve two more ghosts before you can become a civil servant in the underworld."

"Go to the street to try your luck at night."

Although he can be called a trainee civil servant in the underworld, Lu Li does not even have a pair of ghost-seeing eyes at this moment. In other words, Lu Li, like others, cannot see ghosts, or can only see ghosts that want to be seen by humans.

"Your tone is like an unemployed person going out to wander around the streets." Chen Qian let out a villain-like teasing and strange laugh, not covering up the malice in his words at all.

Lu Li opened his eyes and looked at the sofa where Chen Qian was: "Ghosts become after death."

"Hmm?" Chen Qian raised his head and looked at Lu Li.

"Do you think you will become a ghost if you die?"

Chen Qianjing sat up and waved his hand and shouted: "No, killing me and turning me into a ghost and killing my ghost is not fun at all!"

Chen Qian ignored the playfulness, Lu Li closed his eyes again, thinking about where to go to hit the ghost.

Summon the Pen Immortal again?

Although it is a bit bad for Bixian to attack Bixian, if there is no other way, you can only catch Bixian and get the wool.

I think the ghost messenger list would not give him the achievement of "The Pen Immortal must die".

perhaps.

Chen Qian, who was neglected, leaned back again and played with his phone on his own. He occasionally swiped the screen. Time passed by this movement and static until a moment when the phone rang and broke the tranquility.

Chen Qian, who was sitting on the sofa holding his cell phone, slanted his eyes: "Your phone."

He didn't need to remind him, Lu Li had already answered the phone and put it in his ears.

The first sentence was heard, Lu Li's indifferent black eyes suddenly shrank into a needle.

After dozens of seconds of silence, there was only a faint sound that kept ringing on the other side of the phone until Lu Li nodded: "Well, I'll go there now."

After Lu Li hung up the phone, Chen Qianba asked for a long time, "Who is it?"

"I'll go out, you can continue to talk to strangers." Lu Li put on his windbreaker, told him to help him push the door and leave.

Bang.

The iron door closed, Chen Qian blinked dryly at the closed door.

...

Guluo Street

pedestrian mall

"You don't have to come here." The middle-aged man in uniform smiled bitterly and said to the man.

"After waiting for five years, I finally have new news, I always have to come and see it." Lu Li, who was wearing a black coat, replied.

"What did you find?"

Officer Wen sighed: "All the clues have been told to you on your phone. Your girlfriend's phone has been on for a few minutes for a while. Unfortunately, because it was in the middle of the night and the time was too short, we only locked the scope nearby. After we checked, there was no surveillance and the store said it was strange."

"She was missing here at the beginning." Lu Li looked at the crowded pedestrian street.

Officer Wen fell silent. Lu Li often provided clues to the police station, and he was also half of their colleagues and friends.

He wanted to raise his hand and pat Lu Li on the shoulder to comfort him. After discovering the fact that he was not tall enough, he patted his elbow lightly: "Don't worry, our police will definitely give you an explanation to the victim's family."

"Then please." Lu Li nodded.

Officer Wen also understood Lu Li's personality and left without saying anything. He still had things to deal with, leaving Lu Li looking at the gurgling river under the river next to Gulou Street.

Haven't anyone found any trace?

Lu Li withdrew his gaze, turned around and leaned against the guardrail, looking at the bustling Guluo Street, which was filled with thoughts.

What about the dead person?

...

It's late at night.

Guluo Street is very lively during the day, but the night is exactly the opposite.

There was no pedestrian on the long and empty street. The shops on the ground floor closed early, and the windows were filled with shadows.

In the silence, there are only the occasional sound of garbage sliding that is blown by the wind and the faint sound of water under the river.

0:00

A new day is coming.

A dark cloud moved away, and the cold silver-white moonlight poured down, spreading around a figure on the bench by the river.

Lu Li, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his phone and glanced at the time, got up and left the bench.

The silver moon hurriedly showed its side and was blocked by the dark clouds again. The rippling water light in the river disappeared. In a hurry, a trace of outline stood beside the river.

It is definitely not a shape of garbage piles or other debris piled up, it is more like...a person.

So easy?

Everything came so fast that Lu Li was slightly stunned.

After coming back to his senses, Lu Li climbed over the guardrail and slid down the riverside, silently approaching the outline in the darkness.

Nearly six or seven meters away, dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the river channel was filled with water, and you could see things again.

Lu Li suddenly stopped moving.

At some point, the figure turned around, covered half of the face with wet hair, and one of the exposed eyes looked at Lu Li coldly.

The cold river water fell along its wet clothing body.

"I haven't seen a living person for a long time..."

The water ghost's tone was gloomy and his head tilted to one side.

"Everyone who has seen me wants-"

Click—

The pistol was loaded, and Lu Li suddenly raised his arm and aimed at the center of the water ghost's eyebrows.

“——Good luck, good luck, happiness…”
Chapter completed!