Chapter 13: Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 13 The Second Plate Repair...
There was no one around Song Qingqing, the room was empty. As far as Shen Zhe could see, he could only see the tombstone that had turned dark due to the rain, and the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone that was covered with raindrops.
But soon, Shen Zhe noticed the young man who had been staring at the girl.
He looks very good. Even judging by Shen Zhe's aesthetic standards, one has to say that he is indeed good-looking.
However, there was a cold and decadent look between his handsome eyebrows, as if nothing could arouse his interest.
But the way Lin Hanchuan looked at Song Qingqing made Shen Zhe frown.
How to describe his gaze?
Like looking at a dead person?
After realizing this, Shen Zhe looked at Lin Hanchuan with an unfriendly look, but the other party didn't even look at Shen Zhe.
Lin Hanchuan had been looking at the young man in white standing beside Song Qingqing. Even if he tried to restrain all the cold and ghostly aura from his body, some of it would inevitably escape.
Wen Yuxi looked at Lin Hanchuan expressionlessly, and a hint of warning could be seen in his dark pupils.
The young man with red lips and white teeth suddenly smiled with curved eyebrows, and the smile looked very harmless.
He opened his lips slightly and warned Lin Hanchuan with a smile.
"Go away and don't meddle in other people's business."
Lin Hanchuan had no intention of getting involved in this matter. If the girl had not come to him for help and he had not agreed, without asking or answering, there would be no cause and effect, and he would not be able to intervene.
What's more, there is no commission fee, so why bother yourself?
Therefore, Lin Hanchuan calmly withdrew his gaze and prepared to turn around and leave.
Seeing that person's reaction, Shen Zhe frowned even more tightly and asked Song Qingqing, who squatted down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, in a low voice: "Do you know that person?"
Song Qingqing looked up at Shen Zhe in confusion and replied bewilderedly, "Who is it?"
Shen Zhe raised his chin towards the direction where Lin Hanchuan had just stood, indicating that the strange person was there.
Song Qingqing looked in the direction he pointed, only to see Lin Hanchuan's thin back turning away.
But unexpectedly, Lin Hanchuan said something lightly before leaving.
"Humans and ghosts have different paths, forcing them is futile."
The voice of this sentence was neither too loud nor too soft, but the volume was loud enough for the three people and one ghost present to hear clearly.
But these words were not spoken to the living people present, but to Wen Yuxi, the evil ghost who died tragically with resentment.
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment. She glanced at Lin Hanchuan's back, then glanced at her good brother whose face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot. He really didn't look very good today, and was a little pale. He really looked like a ghost...
It's the kind of evil ghost that looks ferocious and can eat people.
Song Qingqing whispered, "Could this person mistake you for a ghost?"
Shen Zhe's face turned even darker, and the gloating look in the girl's eyes could hardly be concealed. This guy's little thoughts could be seen through almost at a glance.
Shen Zhe suddenly reached out and pinched Song Qingqing's palm-sized face, pressing his hot palm against her jaw. He gritted his teeth and asked her, "I'm so hot here, do you feel like a ghost?"
Song Qingqing's skin was fair and could not withstand the force. Shen Zhe did not pinch her face with much force, but it soon turned red.
The soft, light pink lips opened slightly because her face was being pinched.
Song Qingqing answered without a word: "Not at all, not at all!"
Because she was talking, Shen Zhe's eyes subconsciously fell on her lips, and he immediately withdrew his hand and gaze as if he had been electrocuted.
Perhaps because he felt that the action of retracting his hand was a little unnatural, Shen Zhe snorted coldly.
"That person is sick. Stay away from him from now on. He's obviously a fraudulent fortune teller."
"If you want to know the result of your fortune-telling, transfer 500 yuan first. There are many victims who have been deceived in this way and have reported the case to the police station."
Shen Zhe solemnly warned Song Qingqing to stay away from that weird person in the future.
Neither of them noticed that when Shen Zhe reached out and pinched the girl's face, turning her face red, Wen Yuxi, who had been standing next to her, subconsciously frowned and wanted to raise his hand to push Shen Zhe away.
But when he thought that this person was called brother by Song Qingqing, Wen Yuxi silently withdrew his hand.
However, the pair of black pupils staring at Shen Zhe were constantly surging with undercurrents.
Maybe it was because he had been a ghost for too long and didn't understand the emotions between living people, but Wen Yuxi always felt that there was something inexplicably strange in the way Shen Zhe looked at Song Qingqing just now.
Here it comes again, that strange feeling of being followed and stared at by something, wet, cold, sticky, and slightly unfriendly.
Shen Zhe frowned and looked around Song Qingqing, but saw nothing.
Maybe it was the influence of the strange person just now. Shen Zhe rubbed his solar plexus. He didn't know if it was because he had been working overtime recently, but he felt his solar plexus twitching.
Song Qingqing squatted down again, looking at the graves of Shen's father and mother, raised her hand and carefully wiped off the mud spots on them with a wet tissue. Shen Zhe stood beside her silently, holding an umbrella for her.
The raindrops falling on the umbrella made a crackling sound, which didn't sound so annoying.
The couple in the photo look at the camera gently, snuggling together. It is obvious at a glance that they are a very loving couple. Father Shen is handsome and Mother Shen is beautiful.
Shen Zhe happened to pick the best features of the two men's facial features.
The couple in the photo quietly gazed at Shen Zhe and Song Qingqing standing in front of the tomb.
Shen Zhe was looking down at the girl's slender back when he suddenly realized how thin she was.
When wiping the photo, Song Qingqing didn't know if she saw it wrong. She was distracted just now and actually saw that the corners of Mr. and Mrs. Shen's lips were slightly raised and they were smiling?
Song Qingqing was stunned. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the photo again. There was no change.
The two of them still looked calm and gentle.
Shen Zhe naturally noticed the almost imperceptible changes in the photo, but he just lowered his eyes indifferently.
As the captain of the Supernatural Management Bureau's investigation team, Shen Zhe's psychic power is naturally very strong.
Shen Zhe could feel that his parents had always been by their side. For some reason, they had not been reincarnated. Perhaps it was because they had died suddenly, or perhaps it was for some other reason.
But the two of them never showed up, and Shen Zhe had never seen them. As the captain, he knew very well that humans and ghosts were different, so he did not do anything to summon ghosts or ask questions.
Shen Zhe remembered it very clearly. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he could recall the scene from many years ago.
On the same rainy day, the bloodstains on the zebra crossing were so thick that even the rain couldn't wash them away.
The day of my parents' funeral was also a rainy day like today.
The half-grown boy held a black umbrella and stood in front of the grave, watching the urn being buried. He cried uncontrollably and was finally taken away from the cemetery by the adults.
After the two of them finished paying their respects to the ancestors, they thought the rain would subside after a whole morning, but unexpectedly, it showed signs of getting heavier.
Driving in heavy rain is not very safe. Song Qingqing looked up at Shen Zhe's back which was almost wet, and pulled the corner of his clothes.
Shen Zhe lowered his head and looked at her without saying anything, but there was a gloomy look between his brows.
Song Qingqing noticed that Shen Zhe's complexion had not been very good and his mood had not been very good since this morning. He was only a little more angry when he pinched her face just now.
So Shen Zhe just watched her pulling at the corner of his clothes and looking at him eagerly.
"Why don't we go sit down at the cemetery office?"
"I'm a little tired."
The office is right next to it, but the parking lot is a long way to go in the heavy rain.
Shen Zhe naturally felt Song Qingqing's gaze on his back just now, and he also knew why she was pulling him to the cemetery office in a soft voice, but she still said that she was tired.
Tsk.
How should I put it, the feeling of being taken care of is not that bad.
Shen Zhe skillfully leaned over and picked up Song Qingqing, holding an umbrella with his free hand.
Seeing Song Qingqing struggling to get down, Shen Zhe said indifferently: "If you had held the umbrella at the height I'm used to, you would have been soaked to the skin. Half of my back is wet now. Don't move."
Song Qingqing obediently stopped moving and tried hard to pull up the clothes on his shoulders, trying her best to prevent the wet clothes from sticking to Shen Zhe's tight and strong back. During this time, she "accidentally" pinched only a little bit of flesh on Shen Zhe's shoulder, wondering if it was revenge for him pinching her face just now.
The pinching method is to only pinch a little bit with the nail.
Shen Zhe seemed to be turning back.
Afraid that Shen Zhe would find out, Song Qingqing soon stopped daring to pinch him.
Shen Zhe didn't say anything when he noticed the little movements of Song Qingqing's hands in his arms, but the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the bad mood caused by the rainy day was obviously much better.
The gloom between his brows also faded a lot.
When the two walked into the office, they happened to see a middle-aged woman talking to a staff member.
The staff member was a young man with a helpless look on his face. He persuaded her, "Auntie, it's not that I don't want to apply for you, but we don't have a precedent for this here."
The woman's face was haggard and she looked very old, probably in her fifties. Her eyes were red and she lowered her head without speaking for a long time. Her hand was always stroking the urn on the counter. Finally, she carefully asked the staff.
"Then... can the urn be kept longer? How much does it cost?"
Seeing that she was no longer nagging about the previous incident, the staff member breathed a sigh of relief and took out a QR code for her to scan. "Auntie, you can scan this code to register and pay the premium based on the number of years. What is your relationship with this person?"
"My daughter."
The aunt smiled, a helpless look on her haggard face: "I was studying at school, got into a fight with a classmate, and accidentally fell down from the upstairs."
The entire hall was silent for a moment.
The staff member was silent for a while, then asked, "Auntie, aren't you going to arrange for your daughter's burial?"
"No. If the school doesn't give me an explanation, I won't do it."
Shen Zhe and Song Qingqing watched the mother complete the formalities and walk to the nearby storage building with the ashes.
Shen Zhe didn't say anything, and Song Qingqing didn't say anything either.
Because both of them saw the girl who had been following the mother silently.
The girl reached out, took her mother's arm, and walked out the door with her.
After the woman had left, an old man came out of the small room behind the office, smoking a cigarette and looking in the direction the woman had left with a serious expression. It took him a long time before he sighed.
"Oh, what a sin."
When the young man saw the old man coming out, he immediately couldn't sit still: "Master! Why did you leave this matter to me?!"
The old man squinted his eyes and smiled.
"You handled it pretty well, kid?"
"Old man, do you know that mother?" Shen Zhe pondered for a while, and keenly caught the word "falling from a building" in the woman's words just now, and asked the old man tentatively.
The old man exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at Shen Zhe and Song Qingqing beside him.
"Yes, I know her. This woman has been coming here for the past six months, saying she's seriously ill and wants to schedule a funeral for herself. How can you hold a funeral for a living person? This is ridiculous."
Song Qingqing sat obediently aside, listening quietly to Shen Zhe talking to the old man, and suddenly remembered a plot point in the book.
The falling case from the Normal University Affiliated High School.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Zhe.
Shen Zhe was fully responsible for following up on this case, and later for some reason this case became connected to Wen Yuxi.
Shen Zhezheng asked about the mother's daughter and even lit the old woman's cigarette politely: "Where does her daughter study?"
The old man sighed, "It's the Affiliated High School of Normal University. Her husband died in a car accident early, and she raised her daughter alone until she was that old, but then she fell from the building and died."
"She said her daughter was quiet, obedient, and sensible, so how could she possibly have fought with a classmate? And yet the school hasn't given us an explanation. She's been suing the school for the past six months."
Shen Zhe's eyes were slightly gloomy, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
Song Qingqing also lowered her head and recalled the plot.
The woman's daughter fell to her death half a year ago. In the plot, four girls from the Normal University Affiliated High School fell to their deaths one after another. According to the timeline the old man said, the woman's daughter could only be the first one to fall from the building.
She just saw the girl following the woman.
She looks well-behaved, with short hair cut to her ears, and doesn't look like someone who would fight.
Song Qingqing raised her eyes and looked at Shen Zhe beside her. He seemed to think that this case was very strange.
Shen Zhe frowned slightly.
This case is very strange. Within half a year, two girls from a high school fell to their deaths, and the second girl died only seven days after the first.
But he already had a vague idea.
On the way back, Shen Zhe asked Song Qingqing if she had classes in the afternoon.
Song Qingqing opened her phone and looked at the class schedule: "There is a compulsory course."
"I'm going to the team this afternoon. I'll take you to school first. Don't come back to my place tonight."
He has to work overtime at night, and it's not safe for her to live there alone.
But Song Qingqing understood that he didn't want her to go into his house, so she lowered her head and agreed.
"good."
He didn't let her come, but she insisted on coming because she still had to complete the side mission.
Shen Zhe felt that her answer was somewhat familiar, but he did not notice anything unusual for a moment. He habitually looked up at the rearview mirror while driving. His hand holding the steering wheel suddenly stopped, his expression became sharp in an instant, and he reacted extremely quickly to look back at the back seat of the car.
The back seat of the car was empty.
His brows furrowed.
Just now he seemed to feel again that something was looking at the seat next to him through the rearview mirror.
Song Qingqing looked at Shen Zhe's series of strange movements and asked softly, "Shen Zhe?"
Shen Zhe's expression remained calm. "It's okay. Let's see if anyone behind is trying to overtake."
But Shen Zhe didn't expect that. He just felt dizzy and was about to go home for a nap before going to the police station to handle the case, but he didn't expect to sleep until the evening.
Maybe it’s because I was tired recently, ate something that got me inflamed last night, and got caught in the rain at the cemetery today, so I got a fever.
Shen Zhe exercises regularly and has a good physique. He rarely catches colds or fevers. He only caught a cold occasionally when he was a child because of his poor immunity. This time, the fever reached nearly 40 degrees Celsius.
His whole body was burning, but Shen Zhe felt weak all over. His head felt as if it was soaked in water and was very heavy. He was burning so much that it was difficult for him to even open his eyes, and his throat hurt when he swallowed.
There was a buzzing in my ears and my mind was in a mess.
He thought to himself with self-mockery that there seemed to be a saying that people with good constitutions would become very ill if they got sick with a fever.
In the evening, when Song Qingqing returned home and opened the door, she saw Shen Zhe lying on the bed. He seemed to be asleep.
When Shen Zhe fell asleep, he completely lost the sharpness and aggressiveness he had during the day. He had an indescribable sense of fragility. His black hair, soaked with cold sweat, stuck to his forehead, and his brows were furrowed. He didn't look like he was sleeping very peacefully, perhaps because he was feeling uncomfortable.
Song Qingqing had never seen Shen Zhe so weak. At least the Shen Zhe she knew was always the kind of strong person who pretended to be indifferent and fierce.
Shen Zhe vaguely heard the sound of the room door opening, and then Song Qingqing's very soft voice sounded in his ears again.
"Shen Zhe, you seem to have a fever, are you okay?"
Immediately afterwards, Shen Zhe, who was a little confused due to the fever, felt a soft and slightly cool hand on his forehead.
Her current temperature was naturally lower than Shen Zhe's who was in a high fever state. It was warm and comfortable.
Shen Zhe thought vaguely.
She didn't seem to be in good health, and she looked very light and thin when I held her.
Then Shen Zhe felt that Song Qingqing seemed to get up and leave. He understood in his heart that she was dreaming because of the fever.
After all, when he sent Song Qingqing to college, he specifically told her not to come back here. How could she appear here now?
However, after a while, the door opened again, and he felt a slight poking sensation on his arm, as if Song Qingqing was poking him tentatively with her finger.
She asked softly, "Shen Zhe, do you want to go to the hospital? Your fever is so high."
The next second, Shen Zhe felt something cold against his forehead, which was much colder than the temperature of Song Qingqing's palm just now.
Shen Zhe turned his head and opened his eyes.
The girl beside the bed was leaning over and carefully putting a fever-reducing patch on his forehead. There was a box of fever-reducing medicine and a cup of hot water on the bedside table. She looked at him with bright and clear eyes, which showed her genuine worry.
Perhaps because of the leaning action, the jade ring that the girl had been wearing around her neck slipped out of her collar and swayed slightly in Shen Zhe's field of vision.
The ring is quite large and doesn't look like something a girl would wear. Perhaps that's why she wore it around her neck.
Shen Zhe was fully awake. He raised his hand and held Song Qingqing's slender hand. His palm, with its scorching temperature, pressed against her wrist, making her scalp tingle. He held her tightly and pulled her over.
Shen Zhe spoke, his voice low and hoarse, perhaps due to his illness, and inexplicably tinged with a hint of danger.
"Who gave you this ring?"
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