Chapter 20: Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 20: Damn...
Seeing some hesitation in Song Qingqing's expression, Lin Hanchuan calmly increased the stakes.
“It’s free, no charge.”
It’s not about the fee, but Song Qingqing is a little worried that Wen Yuxi will end up like the unfinished book.
Song Qingqing pondered for a long time, and finally asked the calm and indifferent Lin Hanchuan cautiously: "Mr. Lin, how would you deal with it? Beat it to death?"
After hearing this, Lin Hanchuan's clear and deep eyes were filled with surprise, and he asked her back.
"I have no grudge against this ghost, why would I do something so detrimental to my moral integrity?"
"Humans and ghosts have different paths, and karma and reincarnation are the cycle of karma. All I do is allow these misguided ghosts to reincarnate as humans and follow the laws of the Tao."
Song Qingqing pursed her lips. In fact, she had always known that Lin Hanchuan's theory of cause and effect and reincarnation was correct, but she didn't know what Wen Yuxi's obsession was.
The ghost cannot re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, but it is because its obsession is too strong and its resentment is hard to dispel that it wanders in this world.
She had seen Wen Yuxi's past in her dreams and knew the reason for his strange identity, but he had been dead for nearly a hundred years, and those who killed him were probably all dead.
So what is his obsession? Is it to find his twin sister?
But so many years have passed, is the little girl hiding in the haystack in the dream still alive?
Noticing that Song Qingqing was already deeply shaken, Lin Hanchuan calmly returned to his usual cold and aloof demeanor and said calmly, "If you don't believe me, then forget it. Everything should be based on cause and effect. There's no need to force it."
As the two were talking, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. Lin Hanchuan packed up the textbooks and notebooks on the desk and made a gesture to get up and leave.
Sure enough, as he expected, the next second Song Qingqing beside him couldn't sit still anymore, and subconsciously reached out and gently pulled his clothes.
Even words spoken softly sound nice.
"Mr. Lin, I don't distrust you. I trusted you when I asked you to help my friend before..."
Lin Hanchuan stopped walking, slung his bag over one shoulder, and lowered his eyes to look at Song Qingqing who was looking up at him.
She was obviously anxious, afraid of missing this opportunity.
The loose hair on Lin Hanchuan's forehead obscured the deep luster in his eyes. He suddenly bent down, approached her, whispered something, and the light sandalwood scent on his body wafted towards her.
Song Qingqing's mind went blank for a moment when she saw the face that came up to her unexpectedly. Only one thought remained in her mind.
Is Lin Hanchuan really so handsome?
Usually, Song Qingqing looked at him with a lazy and depressed look, and never carefully observed his facial features. Now that she was so close to him, the impact was too strong.
Moreover, Song Qingqing noticed that under Lin Hanchuan's perfectly curved eyes, there was a perfectly positioned mole on his cold white face.
Is this a teardrop mole? Because Lin Hanchuan is a Taoist priest, she has recently used search engines to search for a lot of information about palmistry and face reading.
According to the Eight Characters numerology and physiognomy, people with tear moles are destined to be lonely and suffer from love troubles throughout their lives.
Song Qingqing still remembers a hot comment with over 10,000 likes, saying that this is the love brain that is destined to be alone?
It seems that what Lin Hanchuan told her about the five disadvantages and three shortcomings was not wrong.
She still remembered that Lin Hanchuan said at that time that he was a widower who was short of money.
"You're daydreaming, aren't you?"
His voice returned to its previous clear and gentle tone, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at her expressionlessly.
Song Qingqing came back to her senses instantly when he asked this question, and met those calm phoenix eyes.
Lin Hanchuan crossed his arms and asked her calmly, "Didn't you hear a word? What were you thinking about just now?"
Song Qingqing's fair face flushed red after being caught in a daze. However, she said frankly, "I was just thinking that classmate Lin is so pretty and has a teardrop mole. I didn't notice it before..."
Lin Hanchuan was stunned for a moment by her straightforward praise.
It's not that no one had ever said he was good-looking in the past, but most of them were guys from wealthy families who had enjoyed themselves too much. They licked his face, which was emaciated by his indulgence in alcohol and sex, and thought it was fun to tease him when he had a cold face and kept people away from him.
But since the money was paid promptly, it didn't matter.
She thinks he has a handsome face?
Before Song Qingqing finished speaking, she saw the usually cold and aloof Lin Hanchuan slightly raise his eyebrows. It was the first time she saw such a slightly playful expression on Lin Hanchuan's cold and depressed face.
Lin Hanchuan lowered his head, slightly turned his face, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think it's strange that the Taoist priest has a teardrop mole on his face? Do you want to feel it carefully?"
As he spoke, he took her hand and gently touched his eyes with his fingertips.
Lin Hanchuan's action startled Song Qingqing, and she subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but she didn't know whether it was accidental or because of the direction of the force used by Lin Hanchuan's hand.
Her fingertips brushed across his thin lips.
It has a cool and soft touch.
Lin Hanchuan sat down again, his posture lazy, his elbows resting on the table to support his head. "Are you surprised to see that I have a teardrop mole? Do you think it's a romantic mole, and that my face attracts bad luck in love?"
When mentioning the three words "bad love affair", Lin Hanchuan paused slightly.
In a sense, those people who are asked by wealthy families to work for them are indeed quite bad.
He got promoted and became rich, but his wife died. He ate up his wife's property and was afraid that his wife's ghost would come to seek revenge on him, so he asked me to look at the feng shui for him and build a building to suppress his wife's ghost.
Or they may have a bunch of mistresses and want to turn the souls of aborted children into ghost babies and raise them as ghosts to help their business.
It's simply insane.
Lin Hanchuan naturally would not take on such a thing that would damage his moral character, no matter how high the price was.
These series of questions startled Song Qingqing so much that she opened her eyes wide. She quickly waved her hands and denied it, "No, I just think it looks good."
"By the way, Lin, I have something else I need your help with."
Thinking of the mother I met on the way to school and the girl who fell to her death...
Song Qingqing looked around and saw that there were still a few classmates staying in the classroom to study and write papers. It was not good to let others know about this kind of thing, so she bit her lip, moved close to Lin Hanchuan's ear, lowered her voice and prepared to tell him the whole story from beginning to end.
Because they were close, Lin Hanchuan caught a glimpse of the light yet strange yet familiar scent from her.
After remembering where he had smelled this scent, Lin Hanchuan's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cold snow.
This smell comes from the captain of the Supernatural Management Bureau who always has a sour face.
Lin Hanchuan raised his eyes expressionlessly and looked carefully at Song Qingqing's face.
She hadn't noticed the change in Lin Hanchuan's expression yet, and was telling him seriously about the mother and daughter.
Her face was rosy and she looked very healthy, but her beautifully curved lips were a little swollen. He closed his eyes slightly and could even feel the strange yang energy emanating from her, coming from the inside out.
Generally, such a strong yang energy can only be produced by the things that are taken out of a boy who is still a virgin.
It is obvious that this cannot be Song Qingqing's own, as the yang energy in girls is weaker.
The negative energy that was originally possessed by the evil spirit in her body was dispersed a lot by the positive energy of the boy.
It's not difficult to imagine how Shen Zhe, that bastard with strong limbs, did it. He simply got it all in without leaving a single bit.
Lin Hanchuan's face turned completely cold, as if covered with ice, to the point where even the flowers on the high hills were frozen to death.
When Song Qingqing was talking about the mother smearing her own blood on the urn, she heard Lin Hanchuan curse "Fuck" with an expressionless face.
Song Qingqing: “…?”
Then Song Qingqing, who was confused, heard Lin Hanchuan say "bastard" again. Because the distance was close, she could hear it clearly.
Song Qingqing became even more confused.
Did that mother deserve to be scolded so harshly? Was she just a little out of her mind?
Lin Hanchuan turned his head and saw Song Qingqing looking at him with a puzzled expression. He instantly regained his composure and said calmly, "It's okay. I'm not scolding you. Just continue."
Song Qingqing was already a little hesitant to speak, and after hesitating for a while, she whispered, "I'm done."
"Student Lin, were you listening just now?"
She always felt that the object of her daze had turned into Lin Hanchuan.
"I'm listening. Come with me to the rooftop of the A-block teaching building of the Normal University Affiliated High School at 11 o'clock tonight. I'll come over after I finish the funeral ceremony for the other family."
Lin Hanchuan said lightly.
Multitasking is not a difficult thing for Lin Hanchuan, who has been practicing in a Taoist temple for many years. So from Song Qingqing's few words, it is not difficult for Lin Hanchuan to conclude that the mother and daughter she met are probably related to the falling case that the management bureau is currently investigating.
Since Shen Zhe chose to be a dog, I am not going to be a human anymore.
Lin Hanchuan certainly knew how many nights Shen Zhe had stayed up all night and how much information he had looked up for the Normal University High School fall case. He originally wanted to help Shen Zhe out of consideration for the fact that he was Song Qingqing's brother, so that Shen Zhe would owe him a favor.
But now Lin Hanchuan is not going to do that. It is a waste of time and effort and not worth the effort. He plans to just close the case and take all the credit.
Before getting up and leaving, Lin Hanchuan did not forget to whisper instructions to Song Qingqing.
"The evil spirit beside you is not a pushover. Before I'm fully prepared, you should deal with it first. You can try to find out what its lingering obsession is, or what it wants."
Song Qingqing nodded obediently and said thank you politely.
But after Lin Hanchuan had walked away, she realized that what Lin Hanchuan had just said was asking her to deal with it.
"Mr. Lin, he's my friend..."
Song Qingqing was slow to react and then she raised her head to explain, but she only saw Lin Hanchuan's tall and slender back.
He walked quickly and hurriedly, but his steps seemed light, probably because he was really on his way to perform a ritual.
However, Song Qingqing didn't really want to go back to Shen Zhe's house for the time being, because she was still a little afraid of Shen Zhe. It was difficult for her to describe her feelings about what Shen Zhe had done. She felt a little uncomfortable, but very...
In short, it's strange and scary.
But she didn't dare to sneak into the Normal University Affiliated High School alone.
Compared to those ghosts with horrible death faces, Wen Yuxi seems to be easier to get along with.
Perhaps she could take this opportunity to tentatively ask Wen Yuxi what he wanted.
While I was thinking about it, the phone in my schoolbag vibrated.
Song Qingqing turned on the screen of her mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Shen Zhe.
She couldn't help but pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally answered the phone, and Shen Zhe's low voice came from the receiver.
"I have a case tonight that I need to investigate, so I might not be back until very late. You can go to bed first and don't have to sit in the living room and wait for me."
He obviously still remembered that Song Qingqing was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket waiting for him to come back.
Song Qingqing didn't respond. It was unclear whether she was in a bad mood or thinking about what to say.
Shen Zhe glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised that the call was not hung up.
Thinking about how she gave up struggling and refused to run forward last night, and how she said with tears in her eyes that she was wrong, and how she was so obedient that it made people's heart ache, Shen Zhe couldn't help but chuckle.
Shen Zhe's voice is very nice, it is the type with a deep and magnetic tone. When he laughs and speaks, he even has a bit of inexplicable ruffian air.
"Why aren't you talking?"
He spoke in the same way as yesterday when he asked her with a sullen smile why she didn't run away.
Song Qingqing immediately guessed that he did it on purpose.
Moreover, Shen Zhe would praise her in a very mean way, especially saying that she looked beautiful when she was covered in water. He is simply a complete bastard.
But in fact, Shen Zhe had been observing her expression. Fearing of hurting anyone, he did not act ruthlessly and completely. Otherwise, Song Qingqing would probably sleep until the next night and would not come to class at all.
Song Qingqing was feeling depressed and whispered, "No, I'm not talking."
Shen Zhe turned the watch in his hand that he used to observe the changes in the psychic magnetic field, and watched the changes in the pointer on it. After hearing her voice, his eyebrows raised slightly. It sounded like he was still in good spirits.
"My life is in danger from working overtime, why don't you care about me?"
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, and deliberately chose the title of brother that Shen Zhe cared about the most, and spoke to him in a soft voice. The unconscious Cha Cha energy that sounded tickled people's hearts.
"Brother, you have to be careful. Although I don't know about others, I will be worried."
A light laugh came from Shen Zhe's end, and his words made Song Qingqing so amused that she hung up the phone with shaking hands.
He lowered his voice and asked Song Qingqing with a deliberate smile.
"Then...is my brother good to you?"
Obviously, he was asking about what happened yesterday. Song Qingqing bit her lip, bravely cursed him and hung up the phone.
After dinner at school, Song Qingqing went shopping at the nearest supermarket before finally making her way to the teaching building in Area A of the Normal University Affiliated High School, where she had agreed to meet Lin Hanchuan.
However, he didn't expect that Lin Hanchuan had already arrived. Maybe he was in a hurry and didn't even have time to change his clothes.
This was the first time that Song Qingqing saw Lin Hanchuan wearing a Taoist robe. He was tall and thin, and in the dark blue Taoist robe, with his cold eyes and eyebrows like snow, he looked particularly ascetic and cold. Just by opening his mouth, his aura of being cold and elegant was completely ruined.
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