Chapter 17: Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 17 Pity, pity...
"Hello, Captain Shen."
A gentle and polite smile appeared on Lin Hanchuan's handsome face. He stood up from his chair and showed perfect etiquette, which was impeccable. It was almost impossible to guess that he was a Taoist priest who grew up in a Taoist temple.
And the expression on his face was as if the two of them were meeting for the first time.
But Shen Zhe just saw clearly the coldness that flashed across the young man's eyes.
It was just a polite remark. Shen Zhe was naturally very skilled in dealing with such situations.
But his attention was still on the hair tie on Lin Hanchuan's head. The rubber band was wrapped neatly in circles, and the small butterfly ornament was stuck right in the center. It was obvious that it was Song Qingqing's habit to tie her hair with rubber bands.
This means that Song Qingqing, who was always timid in front of him, personally tied the hair of this deceitful fortune teller in front of her.
Shen Zhe could almost imagine in his mind how Lin Hanchuan rested his head on the girl's white and slender legs and tricked her into combing his hair. Even he had never received such treatment.
No one knew Song Qingqing's personality better than him. She was soft and well-behaved. If anyone pretended to be pitiful in front of her, she would be so soft-hearted that she would be tricked into falling into their lap.
You might be kissed until your eyes are blurred with tears, and you might even ask the other person in a low voice if what you are doing is right, and then be tricked into sticking out your tongue and letting the other person swallow it all.
The more he thought about it, the more angry Shen Zhe felt.
He doesn't care who Song Qingqing dates, except for this fortune-telling liar in front of him.
Thinking about the fact that he still had to cooperate with Lin Hanchuan on the case, Shen Zhe's anger suddenly surged.
But even though he was thinking so much, Shen Zhe still had a cold expression on his face.
When Lin Hanchuan reached out his hand, his expression suddenly changed and he laughed.
Shen Zhe stretched out his left hand and shook Lin Hanchuan's right hand.
However, just by looking at the white knuckles, one could imagine how much strength Shen Zhe had used.
He has been exercising for many years and is very strong. If an ordinary person is held in such a way by Shen Zhe, it would probably take ten days or half a month for his hand to recover.
Shen Zhe pursed his lips into an arc, smiling kindly and warmly: "I've heard of Master Lin's name for a long time, but when I met him today, I didn't expect him to be so young."
Before coming, Shen Zhe had read the information. The Taoist priest Lin Hanchuan came down the mountain to study at Minghua University. He and Song Qingqing happened to be in the same university. The two of them happened to meet in such a big campus. It was obvious that Lin Hanchuan did it on purpose.
The force coming from the hand was huge, obviously not the force a normal person should have when shaking hands.
It seems that Shen Zhe also recognized him.
And it's very impressive.
Lin Hanchuan smiled slightly. He stayed in the Taoist temple all year round, cultivating his body and mind. He needed to chop wood, fetch water, light fire and cook every day. Naturally, he was not an ordinary person.
Leng Bai's slender fingers moved slightly, and with a clever effort, he pulled his hand back lightly.
Lin Hanchuan still wore that gentle and distant smile: "Captain Shen, you're too polite. I only have some trivial skills."
Then the next second, a puzzled look appeared on Lin Hanchuan's face.
"Captain Shen looks kind, have we met somewhere before?"
This was the first time Shen Zhe heard someone praise his "kind" face. Shen Zhe himself knew how fierce his expressionless face looked. Even his teammates were scared when they saw him with such a tense face. Otherwise, Song Qingqing would not always become timid when he had a cold face.
Pretend, and continue to pretend.
Shen Zhe was too lazy to pretend anymore. He withdrew his hand and said in a hostile tone, "In the cemetery outside the city, on a rainy day, Master Lin, you said I was a ghost."
"Also, Master Lin, could you tell me where your hair tie came from?"
Seeing that Shen Zhe didn't want to continue competing with him in acting, Lin Hanchuan returned to his usual cold and decadent appearance.
Only when he heard Shen Zhe say that he called him a ghost and asked about the hair tie, did Lin Hanchuan react slightly. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Shen Zhe indifferently, then sat back in his chair with a cold and indifferent expression.
"I never said that you are a ghost, Captain Shen. Don't you know that there is a fierce ghost haunting Qingqing?"
"As for this hair tie on my head, it was given to me by Qingqing. I don't know how to use it, so she tied it for me."
In just two sentences, a huge amount of information is given.
Shen Zhe didn't even react for a moment, but he keenly caught Lin Hanchuan's way of addressing Song Qingqing.
"Qingqing?"
Lin Hanchuan didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this title, nor did he realize how intimate this title was in Shen Zhe's eyes.
He turned the jujube wood ring on his thin wrist without even looking up. "She said that Song sounded strange and asked me to just call her Qingqing."
"But, Captain Shen, aren't you Qingqing's brother? Didn't she tell you that there's a ghost haunting her?"
Lin Hanchuan rarely talks so much, but facing Shen Zhe who knows nothing, he doesn't mind sharing this information.
That evil ghost in white is not an ordinary ghost that is easy to deal with.
Moreover, Shen Zhe seemed to be Song Qingqing's brother. Lin Hanchuan knew that he was not good at socializing and did not like socializing, but he did not intend to offend Shen Zhe deliberately.
After all, if he wants to be with her in the future, he still needs Shen Zhe's approval.
Shen Zhe frowned and quickly denied Lin Hanchuan's words: "I'm not her brother."
Lin Hanchuan stopped fiddling with the wooden ring for a moment, his eyebrows slightly drooped, as if he was thinking about something.
Because of Lin Hanchuan's words which contained a lot of information, Shen Zhe began to recall the incident of rescuing Song Qingqing from Xiangyun Ancient Town. There was no doubt that the ancient town was very evil.
And it was almost as he guessed. The strange red ribbon on her wrist and the jade ring on her neck both confirmed Lin Hanchuan's statement.
Thinking of the damp, cold and sticky feeling that appeared from time to time, and the feeling of being watched by a pair of eyes in the darkness, Shen Zhe's expression became even uglier.
When evil spirits haunt a living person, they will affect the living person's magnetic field, causing a series of bad luck or even more serious things to happen.
Shen Zhe reached into his uniform pocket, but found that the jade ring was missing.
His expression changed slightly.
Lin Hanchuan, who was sitting over there, suddenly said calmly: "Captain Shen, it's time for us to get down to business. I would also like to trouble you to give me the time of death and relevant records of the three deceased."
When mentioning the falling case at the Normal University Affiliated High School, Shen Zhe's face became even worse.
Just tonight, the third student who fell to his death appeared.
When everyone in the bureau predicted that the next victim would most likely be a girl, the third victim was a boy.
Of course, Shen Zhe brought all the information that Lin Hanchuan wanted, and it was in the pocket on the other side of his uniform.
When Shen Zhe reached out to pull out the information, a palm-sized book slid out with his movement and fell to the ground with a thud.
The attention of the two people present was attracted by the book that fell to the ground.
The cover of the book, which is very suggestive, clearly has a few exaggerated cursive words printed on it - "The Fierce Ghost Husband Loves Me Hard"
Lin Hanchuan: “…”
Shen Zhe: “…”
The room suddenly became quiet.
Lin Hanchuan was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the investigation captain of the Supernatural Management Bureau had such a special hobby. He respected him but didn't understand him.
Shen Zhe's face turned completely dark.
He didn't even need to guess, he thought of the fat guy in the team who was responsible for driving. In the entire investigation team, only he liked to watch this kind of thing, saying that it could help the members of the bureau understand the behavioral logic of ghosts.
In fact, ghosts have no behavioral logic at all, and they often act on instinct.
Sometimes Lin Hanchuan’s catchphrase still makes sense: humans and ghosts have different paths, and cause and effect are cyclical.
On the way back, Song Qingqing kept thinking about what Lin Hanchuan said to her.
She stood in front of her house, holding the amulet given by Lin Hanchuan in her hand. She hesitated for a long time but still did not open the door.
Lin Hanchuan said that ghosts are cunning creatures that are good at disguising themselves. Compared to being reborn as a human and suffering in the cycle of reincarnation, it is undoubtedly much freer to stay in the world as a ghost.
Moreover, ghosts have strong obsessions. Many times, these obsessions will drive ghosts to make mistakes, and then it will be irreversible.
Reincarnation is the unchanging rule between the living and the ghosts.
This novel has no ending, it's a bad ending, so does that mean she can give Wen Yuxi a good ending? In that case, he will have a better impression of her?
Rather than letting Lin Hanchuan's master kill Wen Yuxi, Song Qingqing would rather ask Lin Hanchuan to help convert Wen Yuxi and reincarnate as a human being.
Especially after seeing how the water ghost treated Li Wei, Song Qingqing felt even more that ghosts simply couldn't understand what it meant to love someone...
It’s more like a morbid obsession than a liking.
Lin Hanchuan also told her that Wen Yuxi just chose her because she was born on the lunar calendar and at a strange time, which was delicious to ghosts.
"Qingqing, aren't you going in?"
Suddenly, Wen Yuxi's clear and pleasant voice came from behind.
Song Qingqing was startled and turned around to find Wen Yuxi standing behind her. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time, and he might even have been observing her hesitation and fear of entering the door.
Wen Yuxi's dark and bottomless eyes stared at the amulet tightly grasped by the girl's white fingers.
His gaze slowly moved upwards and met Song Qingqing's eyes, which were looking at him warily and anxiously.
Wen Yuxi felt the yang energy on her body that was almost permeated by another stranger, as well as a faint sandalwood scent that was lingering around her, coming from the amulet in her hand.
He saw her subconscious little action of hiding the amulet.
"Qingqing, are you hiding something from me?"
She didn't know if it was Song Qingqing's illusion, but she inexplicably felt that Wen Yuxi looked very dangerous tonight. His skin was still pale, but his lips were particularly red and plump, as if they were full of the blood of living people.
It was not normal that he did not follow me today, so what did he do?
Song Qingqing, who was holding the amulet in her palm, felt a little guilty when Wen Yuxi asked her this, because she had just been thinking about asking Lin Hanchuan to help Wen Yuxi pass away...
She inexplicably felt that the word "haunting" was indeed a perfect description of ghosts.
Suddenly, she felt a cold touch on her face. Wen Yuxi had stood in front of her without her knowing when, and raised his hand to gently stroke the side of her face.
His five fingers were long and slender, easily covering half of the girl's fair and soft cheek.
The young man with red lips and white teeth lowered his head and approached her with his delicate and beautiful face, and said in a cold breath, "Qingqing, don't you want to tell me?"
The tone of his voice was soft and harmless, but his eyes were dark and cold.
Song Qingqing trembled slightly, not daring to move, because Wen Yuxi's cold lips were close to her most vulnerable neck, and the cold kisses fell densely and terrifyingly, leaving a string of familiar red dots.
After getting closer, Wen Yuxi could feel the aura coming from the dead Taoist priest Lin Hanchuan more clearly.
He approached her.
This realization suddenly caused a deep dark color to appear in Wen Yuxi's eyes.
She is so cold.
The ghostly aura in Wen Yuxi seemed to be completely out of control, attaching itself to Song Qingqing, giving her the feeling of being doused from head to toe in a bucket of ice water.
Song Qingqing's eyelashes trembled and her face turned pale. She closed her eyes, mustered up the courage, and pressed the amulet given to her by Lin Hanchuan in her hand hard on Wen Yuxi's chest.
Wen Yuxi stopped.
Song Qingqing bravely opened her eyes to see if he had disappeared, but met Wen Yuxi's eyes that were filled with surprise and hurt.
But soon, the injury was gradually swallowed up by the dark color.
Song Qingqing saw that the amulet Lin Hanchuan gave her was emitting black air, and Wen Yuxi's already pale face became even paler and almost transparent, but he instead grabbed her hand and pressed the amulet even harder against his heart.
His cold, slender fingers almost covered the girl's entire hand, and the part where his fingertips touched the talisman became somewhat transparent.
Wen Yuxi smiled with curved eyebrows and raised his red lips, but the words he said were creepy.
"Qingqing is going to kill me?"
"But this spell isn't enough."
Song Qingqing smelled the amulet's original soothing sandalwood scent, which was gradually tainted by the cold and damp agarwood on Wen Yuxi's body, and took on a damp scent.
The incandescent lamp in the room cast a pale light, illuminating the originally dim room. Song Qingqing sat weakly on the table, her slender white wrists tightly tied together by the red ribbon. Her struggle seemed particularly useless. At this moment, she was breathing rapidly in small mouthfuls, trying to calm her uneasy emotions.
A cold breath wrapped around the thin ankles.
Song Qingqing opened her mouth, her voice still trembling, and she softly defended herself, "Wen Yuxi, I didn't mean to kill you..."
Before she could finish her words, she was unable to utter a sound.
She instinctively pushed forward and stepped on Wen Yuxi's pale and strong shoulders. She lowered her head to look at him and tried to push his head with both hands in vain. Her fingertips could only grasp the cold and silky long hair of this evil spirit in vain, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
Wen Yuxi paused. The tip of his crimson tongue still felt warm and steamy. He looked away from his parted lips, raised his head, and met Song Qingqing's eyes.
The light brown pupils were filled with mist, clear and vague, and still a little dazed. The delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and it was unclear whether it was because of discomfort or something else.
Wen Yuxi stood up and stopped squatting in front of her. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the girl's. Cold tears fell from his dark eyes, and the corners of his eyes turned red.
He whispered to her, "Qingqing, don't do this to me."
Tears fell on Song Qingqing's fair face. She opened her blank eyes and looked at Wen Yuxi, and saw him talking to her with tears in his eyes.
"Ghosts' souls also feel pain." The pale and handsome boy grabbed her hand and pressed it on the place where the amulet had just been placed.
"Qingqing, please, have mercy on me."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
