Chapter 19: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 19: No Cure...
"elder brother?"
The blanket draped over the girl's shoulders fell and piled up on the sofa when she stood up. Perhaps because it was contaminated by the ghost and yin energy of Wen Yuxi, and she met the strange old man again on the road, Song Qingqing arrived at Shen Zhe's house. She felt very cold when she stopped, so cold that she was shivering all over.
Song Qingqing ran into the room, grabbed a thin blanket, wrapped herself in it, and sat on the sofa waiting for Shen Zhe to come back. As a result, she accidentally fell asleep.
She had a beautiful oval face, and Shen Zhe's hands were broad and slender, so he could almost pinch her entire face with one hand.
At this moment, Shen Zhe's warm palm was pressed against Song Qingqing's small chin, with a reassuring warmth.
Then, Shen Zhe, who was originally ready to accuse Song Qingqing, watched as Song Qingqing rubbed her fair and soft face against his rough and warm palm like a cat that had just woken up.
Because her face was pinched, her plump and beautiful lips were slightly open, and the tip of her small tongue was faintly visible, as if waiting for someone to taste it.
Shen Zhe's sharp eyes dimmed little by little. While his mind was wandering, he slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips, leaving no corner or space, making it almost impossible to breathe.
After all, he has such a strong personality.
This was the first time Shen Zhe kissed someone. After graduation, he joined the Supernatural Management Bureau. His identity and position needed to be kept secret, and he had few opportunities to interact with normal people. He couldn't control his strength in the kiss at first, especially when he saw Song Qingqing still looking at him with her hazy and moist almond eyes.
Before Song Qingqing could recover from her drowsy state, she was kissed thoroughly. When she came to her senses, she was a little flustered. When she dodged, she accidentally bit the tip of Shen Zhe's tongue with her teeth.
This already strong kiss became even more uncontrollable after being tainted with the sweet and fishy smell of blood.
Song Qingqing was almost in tears after being kissed by Shen Zhe. He finally let her go, but he never let go of the hand that was pinching her face. He held her tightly and pressed his thumb on her red lips, signaling her to come back to her senses and look at him.
The belated interrogation started again. It was his daily case handling, and it was particularly oppressive when he put on such a posture. Shen Zhe's voice was even lower and more dangerous. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl in front of him, and stretched out his other hand to hook out the jade ring she wore around her neck.
"Don't take dirty things home. Didn't I teach you that?"
Thinking of the "brother" she subconsciously called out when she woke up just now, Shen Zhe was already feeling a little angry at Lin Hanchuan, the Taoist priest who was immoral, short of money and cold-hearted.
On the way home from get off work, the cold evening wind finally helped the anger to subside a little, but now that he saw people, and thought of the evil spirit that Lin Hanchuan mentioned that was haunting Song Qingqing, the anger could not be stopped from rising again.
Rationally speaking, Shen Zhe is indeed very self-aware. When his face is tense and his expression is cold and angry, he is still very intimidating.
But Song Qingqing was not afraid of him at all.
Because Song Qingqing, who is good at testing other people's bottom line, has completely understood Shen Zhe's character, to her, Shen Zhe is just a paper tiger that looks fierce.
However, Song Qingqing, who had just been pinched on the face and kissed, was still a little afraid of Shen Zhe.
Just for a moment, he seemed even more terrifying than Wen Yuxi.
Song Qingqing thought for a moment, then stretched out her hands and wrapped them around the man's generous palms. She softened her voice and said to him softly, "Brother, it's not what you think."
Here she goes again. She calls him "brother" in a clear and sweet voice, wanting to downplay the fact that she had attracted a bunch of annoying guys, and then make him willingly serve her as a dog.
Shen Zhe knew that she didn't do it on purpose, but realizing this only made him more irritated.
To be honest, she had no skills at all when it came to teasing people, and one could even see through her little thoughts at a glance. However, it was this clumsy and obviously purposeful teasing that made her seem even more alluring for no reason.
Hearing the word "brother", Shen Zhe remembered what Lin Hanchuan mentioned. Song Qingqing told Lin Hanchuan that he was her brother.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhe laughed out of anger, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He asked her patiently.
"What kind of things am I thinking of?"
This sudden question made Song Qingqing's mind go blank for a moment.
Before Song Qingqing could think clearly about how to answer, Shen Zhe let go of her hand and suddenly stood up. Song Qingqing, who was sitting on the sofa, subconsciously looked up at him.
Shen Zhe was tall. When he stood up, the light cast a shadow, covering Song Qingqing completely.
"You've always treated me as a safe and reliable brother? You've always come to me when you see a ghost?"
"How many people have you told me to be your brother? Lin Hanchuan, that fraudulent Taoist priest, or the one who's been clinging to you?"
As Shen Zhe spoke, he slowly raised his wrist and used his other hand to leisurely open the metal buckle of the watch on his wrist, revealing the tattoo on his wrist. He then casually placed the unfastened watch on the coffee table.
When he asked this series of questions, there was no expression on his face. Song Qingqing couldn't tell his expression, let alone whether Shen Zhe was angry or not. She just subconsciously felt that this was like the calm before the storm, which was scary.
Before this, Shen Zhe's opinion of Song Qingqing was very simple. He was concerned about his parents' death, but he still felt that this person was saved by his parents with their lives, and it was not appropriate to leave her to fend for herself.
So it's like pulling a kite, pulling it from time to time, but unable to let go completely. In the final analysis, it's just an obsession with parents.
However, Shen Zhe only realized now that he was really hopeless. When she called him brother, he was completely off guard.
The lights in the living room were still on, and Shen Zhe's voice was low and hoarse when he spoke.
"I used to think I was hopeless."
"But now, even if there is medicine, I don't want to be treated."
Song Qingqing was like a slow-witted little animal. She only realized something was wrong then, but it was too late.
The grey fabric sofa had turned dark, and the fingers clutching the pillow were slender and fair, with the knuckles appearing snow-white.
"elder brother?"
Shen Zhe was right behind Song Qingqing. He lowered his head and questioned her in a low voice, "How am I your brother?"
Song Qingqing opened her mouth to defend herself, but Shen Zhe didn't give her a chance to speak. The words she wanted to defend herself were shattered by him without leaving any room for argument.
Shen Zhe reached out and held her chin, turning her face slightly. He lowered his eyes to look at Song Qingqing's almond-shaped eyes which were filled with blankness and a bit of collapse, probably because she was not familiar with this kind of experience.
Song Qingqing's almond-shaped eyes were filled with moisture, and the warm water that she didn't have time to swallow dyed her lips bright, making her look very beautiful when she opened and closed them.
Shen Zhe looked at her for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her hand.
Song Qingqing looked with tearful eyes, and could clearly feel the warmth and curvature of the palm.
She has always been good at observing other people's expressions and emotions, so she was very tactful and said softly that she was wrong and would never call Shen Zhe brother again.
Shen Zhe didn't say anything, but suddenly chuckled.
This laugh made Song Qingqing a little confused about what Shen Zhe was thinking for a moment, and she couldn't see the expression on his face, so she became inexplicably uneasy and nervous.
Song Qingqing could only bite her lip, trying to recall Shen Zhe's words with her dazed head, and asked him word by word, "I...I really don't know."
Only then did Shen Zhe completely expose the evil in his nature. He smiled softly and said, "If you try to figure out my thoughts, you'll know where you're wrong."
Song Qingqing carefully grabbed the armrest of the sofa and moved forward, but she couldn't run far before she was caught. After going back and forth several times, she gave up struggling. Even though she was slow-witted, she realized that Shen Zhe was doing it on purpose and thought she was funny.
She whispered to him that he was a bastard and that he did it on purpose.
Shen Zhe, who had a bad temper, did not get angry after being scolded. Instead, he smiled softly and asked her why she didn't hide.
Song Qingqing fell asleep in the soft quilt, her cheeks flushed and tears like broken jade beads on her eyelashes.
Shen Zhe sat beside her calmly, staring at her for a long time, then reached out to touch Song Qingqing's fingers.
It has gone from cold to warm.
After being haunted by such an ominous ghost for so long, it's good enough to be alive.
It seems that what Lin Hanchuan mentioned unintentionally was not wrong. The yang energy of a living person will have some effect on a person who has encountered a ghost.
As his fingertips stroked the ancient jade ring, Shen Zhe's face looked cold, and even his sharp eyes looked a bit more aggressive.
It was a hot day, and Song Qingqing was sleeping in the living room wrapped in a blanket. Anyone with eyes could see that something was wrong.
It was almost noon when Song Qingqing woke up. Shen Zhe had already gone to the Administration Bureau. She sat up holding the quilt. It took her a long time to realize that this was not the small apartment she rented.
The quilt still had Shen Zhe's light and cool scent, which smelled very nice.
Song Qingqing buried her face in the quilt, her delicate nose moved slightly, she sniffed carefully, and finally remembered where the smell came from.
It's the smell of shower gel in the bathroom.
Song Qingqing put down the quilt and left the room. The living room was also empty.
I don’t know where Shen Zhe went. There was freshly cooked food on the table. He must have gone out before he had time to eat after cooking. It was probably because he went to work on a case again.
She had classes in the afternoon and had to go to school, so Song Qingqing ate her meal slowly with her eyes downcast.
Shen Zhe shouldn't hate her, but... he is very bad, especially bad.
Moreover, one can tell at a glance that he is a bad person. He does not hide it in front of her at all, and does not even pretend. He looks like a reliable and cold-blooded captain of the investigation team in front of outsiders.
While eating, Song Qingqing suddenly remembered the tattoo on Shen Zhe's wrist that she saw yesterday.
It seems to be a string of numbers.
She stopped swallowing, gently bit the chopsticks and pondered the memories.
The photos and numbers on the tombstones of Shen's father and mother flashed through her mind. Song Qingqing widened her eyes slightly and she remembered.
That string of numbers is the anniversary of the death of Shen's father and mother.
So...Shen Zhe has never let go of his parents who passed away in a car accident.
But couldn't he see them? After leaving Xiangyun Ancient Town, Song Qingqing discovered that she could see many things that normal people couldn't see, such as children wandering at the crossroads and people wandering aimlessly near the hospital.
Including Shen's father and mother, she discovered the fleeting changes in the photo when she was visiting the grave.
This shows that Shen's father and mother have actually been with Shen Zhe all the time, but he doesn't seem to show a strong desire to see them.
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore, Song Qingqing shook her head.
She is not Shen Zhe, and she can't figure it out no matter how hard she thinks. She might as well think about the class she has to attend in the afternoon.
As a result, in the afternoon, Song Qingqing met Lin Hanchuan in the Bagua and I Ching elective course. He seemed to be very irritable, although it was not obvious on the surface.
But judging from the faint blue shadows under his eyes, he probably didn't get enough rest.
Lin Hanchuan was browsing his phone calmly, and on his thin and strong wrist was still the light blue butterfly hairband that Song Qingqing had given him.
He wanted to die, had no money, was solving cases and catching ghosts, and had to write papers.
Song Qingqing quietly leaned over to take a look.
Then, Song Qingqing saw what Lin Hanchuan was looking at.
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Song Qingqing: “…”
Noticing someone approaching him, Lin Hanchuan patiently raised his eyelids to take a look, and found that the girl sitting next to him was looking at him with an expression that was difficult to describe.
Lin Hanchuan:?
"I want to ask you something."
Song Qingqing tried hard to divert her attention from Lin Hanchuan's phone screen and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"Why do classes like Bagua fortune-telling require essays? Isn't it enough to just be able to tell fortunes accurately?"
Song Qingqing was stunned by the question.
Yes, why does he need to write a paper?
Song Qingqing suddenly remembered that Lin Hanchuan seemed to be majoring in metaphysics, so the Bagua and the I Ching should be compulsory courses for him.
However... with Lin Hanchuan's level of skill, if he really wrote a fortune-telling paper, I'm afraid something bad would happen if it was read by someone with ulterior motives.
"Student Lin, I can teach you how to write, but can I ask you something?"
Hearing that Song Qingqing could teach him how to write, Lin Hanchuan mercilessly and quickly crossed out the screen he had just read. His expression was cold and his tone was gentle: "You say."
Song Qingqing hesitated and considered, then made up a story and polished it up before telling Lin Hanchuan, "I have a friend."
Lin Hanchuan said calmly in his heart, it’s her.
"She was haunted by a ghost. The ghost wasn't bad, but he always..."
The young man in white clothes who was hanging around her was very bad. How could he not be bad? If he wasn't bad, he wouldn't have said something like "get out" with a harmless smile.
Seeing the girl in front of him so hesitant, he was afraid that this evil ghost was cunning and good at disguise. If things went as expected, he would probably pretend to be pitiful in front of her.
Lin Hanchuan's eyebrows did not move at all, and he calmly uttered a word: "Divide."
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved her hands to deny it, but the tips of her ears turned red under her black hair.
"No, no, my friend and he don't have that kind of relationship."
no?
Lin Hanchuan's clear black eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on the side of her neck and behind her ear, which was still flushed.
If she says it's not true, then it's not true. Even if it is true, it doesn't matter. Humans and ghosts have different paths. It's the same as when he sends the ghost into reincarnation. There's no difference.
Lin Hanchuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Qingqing again, his eyes as calm as a pool of water just staring at her.
Just as Song Qingqing was hesitating about how to continue, Lin Hanchuan suddenly laughed.
Although he is a Taoist priest, his facial features are well-proportioned. When he has no expression on his face, it is as if a thin layer of snow is covering his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
But now when she smiled, it was as if she had shaken off the snow on the high mountain branches, and the snow melted away and white peach blossoms bloomed on the branches.
Lin Hanchuan asked Song Qingqing in a clear and gentle voice.
"Do you need my help?"
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