The correct way to wash a female ghost's hair
"So what are you planning to do now? We've seen the scene, and we're not the police, so we can't continue." Nan Yehe passed on her initial question; after going through all that, she really had no enthusiasm to continue.
"You can't give up!" Xu Jiu grabbed her shoulder and said seriously, "How can the plot proceed if we give up!"
"You're out of character, you're out of character!" Nan Ye closed his eyes, signaling her to calm down.
"Then take me around when you have time, it will be very useful," Xu Jiu said.
Useful? It is quite useful. New storylines can be unlocked in every location, otherwise it would be a waste of her gas money.
Nan Yehe nodded reluctantly, "Okay, but you have to let me sleep in until I naturally wake up on the weekend and you're not allowed to disturb me."
She's living a carefree life; ghosts don't need to sleep, and they can even cultivate immortality all night without any problem. I, on the other hand, can't do that.
Xu Jiu solemnly made a vow gesture, indicating that he would absolutely abide by it.
"Alright," Nan Yehe said, satisfied, as she looked away.
As Xu Jiu watched her close her eyes again, just as she was about to give up communicating with the world, he suddenly whispered a sentence.
"It's almost dinner time."
!
Nan Yehe, on her deathbed, sat up abruptly, her mind a complete mess.
The initial premise was that she was a health-conscious young woman.
Therefore, you should eat on time and sleep on time.
She looked at Xu Jiu, who smiled broadly, revealing a bright yet extremely irritating smile.
Nan Yehe had some suspicion that Xu Jiu did it on purpose, but considering Xu Jiu's frighteningly high intelligence, she withdrew her suspicion.
She resignedly got up and went to the kitchen to cook.
During this time, Xu Jiu kept harassing her from the side.
"You can actually cook! That's amazing, President Nan." Xu Jiu praised Nan Yehe's superb knife skills.
Aren't most elites plagued by stomach problems, working day and night, focused solely on work, barely able to take care of themselves, and surviving on takeout and hotels?
This person not only abstains from smoking and drinking, but also strictly adheres to the rule of not working overtime, maintains a stable work-rest schedule, and can even cook! He is truly a role model for contemporary youth.
"Heh." Nan Yehe sneered, "You surprise me even more. The campus goddess is actually a cheerful idiot in private."
Xu Jiu smiled and said, "I might be able to find the murder weapon."
Um.
Nan Yehe continued chopping vegetables.
Um? ?
She stopped what she was doing, squinted, and looked at Xu Jiu.
Xu Jiu seemed to have remembered something as well.
"Do you mean you can access all controlled knives, or do you mean you can only access specific items?"
Xu Jiu tilted her head and reached for the kitchen knife in Nan Yehe's hand. Her hand passed right through the knife without any resistance.
I can't reach the kitchen knife.
Nan Yehe brought over the entire set of knives, along with scissors and a dinner knife, to make sure their line of thinking was correct.
For example, the peeler can be basically ruled out as the murder weapon. If Xu Jiu could have found it, then their method was problematic.
However, if the overall result is as they expect, then Xu Jiu will most likely only encounter one knife.
The type of knife used by the murderer.
Xu Jiu tried them all, but to her disappointment, without exception, she couldn't touch any of them.
Nan Yehe pondered for a moment, "This is actually better. The murder weapon is not the most common knife, which greatly narrows down the scope of the investigation."
"You go ahead and cook, I'll go out and think about it myself." Xu Jiu floated out of the kitchen.
Nan Yehe also temporarily stopped thinking and prepared to get back to cooking.
She raised the knife, and just a few seconds later, a scream suddenly came from the living room.
"ah--"
Nan Yehe almost killed himself.
She put down the knife, calmed her anger, and told herself that she must become a Buddha on the spot and never let that female ghost outside be slashed by the knife again.
Then she grabbed the scissors and rushed out.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Xu Jiu saw Nan Yehe emerge with a murderous aura and quickly stopped her. "How could I possibly touch this knife in your cabinet!"
Nan Yehe looked and saw that she was referring to her collection, a simple and unadorned short knife.
Although this type of knife has a simple design, it is not something that ordinary people would carry. It appears more often in period dramas and movies, and most of those knives are prop knives that have not been sharpened.
"You're probably being hunted down by some powerful martial arts family, aren't you?" Nan Yehe frowned. "You've been stabbed multiple times and hung up to be hacked down. It looks like it was done by someone who hates you the most."
Xu Jiu smiled innocently, "But I'm a good person."
It's precisely because she's a good person that she's in even more danger. Nan Yehe glanced at her, said nothing, opened the cabinet, took out the knife, and handed it to her.
Xu Jiu had already tried it, so he naturally took it, pulled out the knife, and recklessly slashed his own hand.
Nan Yehe watched as blood began to flow from her hand.
Then, once again, came the scream of a dead man.
Xu Jiu dropped the knife, pressed his hand down, and his eyes glistened with tears.
"To be honest, it doesn't hurt." Her voice trembled slightly. "But... how do I stop the bleeding? If I can't stop it, will I become the first ghost to bleed to death?!"
hehe.
Nan Yehe smiled, then turned away indifferently.
The meal isn't even finished yet, who wants to cause trouble for her?
The fact that the body is still bleeding indicates that its bodily mechanisms are well preserved, meaning that the white blood cells are likely still performing their duties.
Furthermore, Xu Jiu's expression was more like that of a comedian, but his acting was not very successful and was rather clumsy.
“But don’t you think this already tells a big story?” Xu Jiu picked up the knife and floated over quietly. “The person who can get their hands on this kind of knife, and who has connections with me, is very likely an actor.”
Not surprised, Nan Ye clasped his hands together and brought down the knife, his tone calm, "He might also be a celebrity who uses his face to gain attention through acting."
"It doesn't matter. There are too many people who can't think straight these days." Xu Jiu seemed indifferent to the current state of the entertainment industry, or rather, a little apathetic. "The important thing now is that the person who wants to kill me is very likely someone in the industry."
Within the circle, this scope is far too broad.
Nan Yehe placed the chopped vegetables into an empty plate and then turned on the fire.
"The question is, how exactly did you become enemies with them?" Nan Yehe put his left hand on his hip, looked at the pot, and poured oil into it after a while.
Xu Jiu seemed a little disheartened and said without much confidence, "Perhaps it's because I don't want to make friends with some people?"
Nan Yehe raised an eyebrow, watching the oil in the pan begin to bubble and sizzle. She poured in the vegetables from the plate and said while stir-frying, "Is that so?"
Xu Jiu stroked the short knife, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "I've already said that most of my good friends are my college classmates, so they have no reason to harm me."
Nan Yehe added the seasonings and continued to stir-fry for a while without saying a word.
Not receiving a response, Xu Jiu didn't mind and began to analyze the situation himself, "Could it be that I caused some trouble while I wasn't paying attention...?"
Nan Yehe scooped the food into a plate, put the plate down, and looked at her.
"You've said so much, I'm starting to wonder if there's something wrong with you."
Xu Jiu was taken aback, blinked, and gave a helpless smile.
"Really." Nan Yehe approached her step by step, and Xu Jiu retreated accordingly.
"I was just resting on the sofa and I was thinking, why do you always steer the conversation toward... well, friends you don't want to have? Classmates? Celebrities? These people are related to you, but you know nothing about yourself, yet you know them very well."
Xu Jiu maintained her smile, seemingly unaware, and kept backing away, trying to get through the kitchen wall, only to find that she couldn't get through at all.
Leaning against the wall, before she could even figure out what was going on, Nan Yehe continued, "You really enjoy teasing us? Whether it's that policeman or me."
"That's not it, there are some things I really can't remember..." Xu Jiu's eyes were blurry with tears, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Nan Yehe chuckled, grabbed Xu Jiu's hand, and drew the short knife amidst the other's panicked and confused gaze.
"Then tell me, why did you suddenly bring up the fact that you could touch the murder weapon? Do you really think I'm stupid?" Nan Yehe looked into Xu Jiu's eyes. "If you wanted to be clever, you could have just joked about touching the knife. Why did you have to lead me step by step to this dagger? Isn't this just to imply to me that the murderer is an actor?"
She raised the knife, as if she were about to stab Xu Jiu at any moment.
"I really... I really don't know what you're talking about... You've gone too far!" Xu Jiu covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling, his chest heaving unnaturally, as if he was about to sob.
"Alright, since you're so eager to recall, why don't I use this knife to recreate the scene for you? Wouldn't that be the fastest solution, much faster than finding actors?"
Nan Yehe's expression was serious, showing no sign of joking. She raised her hand, about to stab downwards, when a hand suddenly stopped her.
It was her own hand.
At this moment, Xu Jiu lowered his hands from his face, revealing a face without a trace of tears.
Nan Yehe frowned as she looked at her, her left hand restraining her right, making it impossible for her to move.
"I said I forgot, and I really forgot. You have too many things to worry about." Xu Jiu's eyes were as innocent as before, but the smile on his lips could not be hidden.
"Are you giving me a lesson in acting a plot twist? A palace intrigue drama?" Even though she was being restrained, Nan Yehe didn't forget her quirky nature.
"Heh," Xu Jiu chuckled lightly, "scheming? Scheming with whom? I'm not like them."
They're all full of lies, what's the difference?
Nan Yehe looked at her expressionlessly.
“That policeman seems to have my information, so he doesn’t really believe me. You’re different. I used to think you were just a simple-minded workaholic, but now it seems you’re quite smart.”
Xu Jiu ran his index finger along the blade of the short knife, seemingly unconcerned about cutting his hand.
“However, with your intelligence, how could you forget that I am a ghost now? Confronting me directly, wouldn’t that be…” She took back the dagger and used the blade to slice across Nan Yehe’s neck.
"Overconfident?"
Their positions suddenly reversed.
Nan Yehe's face darkened, and the surrounding air pressure dropped sharply, as if it wanted to bite her to death.
Seeing her resolute expression, Xu Jiu couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he had just made a joke.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm a good person." Xu Jiu sheathed his sword, his tone flippant. "But you have to understand me. Everyone has one or two little secrets, and I'm no exception."
A good person? A little secret?
Nan Yehe strongly suspected that Xu Jiu had bought a pirated Xinhua Dictionary. His acting skills were so superb, and he even claimed it was a little secret?! If it weren't for this knife, she would still be kept in the dark.
"I can let you go first, but you have to promise me you'll talk to me properly later." Xu Jiu looked at Nan Yehe, his attitude seemingly much more normal.
Nan Ye closed her eyes and nodded.
"That's more like it." Xu Jiu smiled beautifully, put his arms around Nan Yehe's neck, and kissed her cheek.
Nan Yehe looked at her in shock, her face practically screaming, "Are you out of your mind???"
Then she discovered that she could move again.
"Don't tell me your magic cure is giving me a kiss." Nan Yehe looked at her coldly.
"I was just about to say that, how clever you are." Xu Jiu's eyes were bright, and he looked extremely sincere.
hehe.
Nan Yehe will never believe her again.
Scheming girl.
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