Chapter 8 Chapter 8 “You know two men can’t have…
No. 037 wanted to ask for more details: "My future sister-in-law... and my second brother?"
You Yunyi glanced at the time and didn't let Zhiyin Wall play the picture. He just said plainly: "It means exactly what it says."
"Your future sister-in-law has been a boy with a girl's heart since she was a child. She went abroad for sex reassignment surgery when she turned 18. After returning to China, she changed the gender on her ID card to male. She's been afraid to tell your brother the truth ever since they started dating. But since they were discussing marriage, your future sister-in-law's parents thought they should be honest about it. And then your brother was devastated. He couldn't accept that his lover was once a man, but he couldn't let go of his feelings."
"Your second brother's case is much simpler. He just likes the same sex but has never dared to come out."
"Okay, go find Meng Po and drink some soup. You've already wasted a lot of time."
No. 037 smiled sheepishly and didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, I'll be leaving now. Thank you, Mr. You."
After she left the Extradition Office, the audience in front of the live broadcast screen outside were regretting that they could not see the excitement of her two brothers. Then they saw a new scene on the Zhiyin Wall in the live broadcast room.
You Yunyi also looked at the pictures from the world of the living on Zhiyin's wall.
The time in the Yin and Yang worlds is the same. It is almost three o'clock in the morning in the Yang world. A girl in pajamas is leaning against the head of the bed alone, looking at the phone in her hand which has just gone black.
Then in the underworld, the girl from the world of the living jumped up with a scream, poked the screen of her mobile phone, and after finding that it worked, she opened WeChat and was about to send a voice message to someone.
[Oh my god! I'm telling you, I just experienced something supernatural! I absolutely saw a ghost! My phone is stuck in a wall!]
My phone inexplicably jumped to a livestreaming room. I initially thought it was just that annoying shake button that automatically opened a platform. I tried to exit but couldn't, not even turning off the phone!
At this point, I thought my phone was malfunctioning, so I tried to use my tablet to record the situation. But guess what! I couldn't capture anything! I could only capture a black screen! I was terrified!
[But the host in the livestream, Mr. You, is incredibly good-looking—both handsome and beautiful. He doesn't seem to be using beauty filters. Unlike those hosts who've had plastic surgery with their beauty filters pushed to the extreme, his style is incredibly fresh! The whole livestream looks quite classy, too. There's a giant screen like a wall with some impressive special effects. But it's not about selling products, it's more like a talk show? A heart-to-heart, I guess.]
I figured I couldn't turn it off anyway, the host was pretty cool, and the chatty lady had amazing makeup, so I decided to just watch it...and guess what! Holy shit, I'm getting goosebumps just from talking about it!
[At first I thought the young lady was in makeup and that what she was talking about was a script, but the more I watched, the more I felt something was wrong. It seemed real! Holy crap! That young lady seemed to be dead!]
[Although it was scary, the story of the young lady's parents' feud was quite lively. I couldn't help but get lost in it for a while, and when the live broadcast suddenly disappeared, I was almost scared to death! What's going on? Are ghosts now able to appear in dreams through technology like mobile phones? But I don't even know that young lady! And why is there a live broadcast room...]
[Wait, am I dreaming right now? Can a dreamer even realize that they are dreaming?]
The girl in the mortal world chattered away, sending several voice messages before she stopped and cautiously slapped her hand on the bedside table.
Then she cried out again: "It hurts! I'm not dreaming... This is really weird... Damn, where are the voice messages I just sent? Why is there not a single one?"
On the mobile chat interface, apart from the historical chat records, the voice bar just now seemed to be non-existent and was empty.
The girl in the mortal world was silent for a moment, then laughed dryly: "Ha...haha...this is a bit scary, ha, I must have been too excited just now and didn't press the voice button..."
The girl tried again, this time only sending a short voice message: [Are you asleep?]
Then she breathed a sigh of relief, because the voice message was successfully sent and survived under her nose for more than ten seconds. She turned her head away and looked back, and the voice message was still there!
So the girl continued: [I’m telling you, I just saw a ghost…]
The green voice bar disappeared the moment it appeared in the chat interface.
girl:"……"
She looked at every corner of the bedroom with a sad face, and clasped her hands together: "I understand, ghost boss, grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, younger brother, sister, I don't even know what to call them, anyway, ancestors, I understand, I will never reveal you... or your existence to anyone, not even to my best friends... Can you please leave? Please..."
"I just stayed up all night. I won't stay up late again, okay? Don't scare me like that..."
The girl was startled when her phone suddenly vibrated. Then she saw it was just a new WeChat message. She had just replied to the friend who had sent the voice message, and her tone was very angry: [Who are you? Do I know you?]
The girl was stunned for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed.
She probably thought there might still be a ghost in the bedroom, and wanted to speak to give herself courage, so she licked her lips and said to herself, "Excuse me, excuse me, we are really best friends, but we had a fight yesterday about something. I wanted to get double eyelids, but she disagreed. She thought it was unnecessary to go through the trouble of getting surgery on your face, and then you can't take it back if you regret it later. I know she did it for my own good, but it's just double eyelids... Oh—shit—! Ahhhh!"
"Did that young lady in the live broadcast room just have a failed double eyelid surgery? Why did I see what happened in the live broadcast room? Is this God reminding me?"
"Have I traveled through time? Or has Final Destination invaded the world? This is terrifying... Never mind, I'm going to cancel the surgery right now. This is terrifying! I can't afford the consequences of the surgery failing! I never even considered the possibility of failure!"
The girl quickly canceled her double eyelid surgery appointment online that was scheduled for tomorrow, then held her phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she sweetly sent a voice message to her bestie: "Please don't be mad at me, okay? I've canceled the surgery. I've made up my mind. If I want double eyelids, I'll just buy eyelid tape. The money from the surgery is enough to buy a lot of eyelid tape. Then I'll be able to switch between double and single eyelids seamlessly. Anyway, natural face is best. If I really want a face-lift, I'll just practice makeup. Eastern witchcraft biubiubiu—you're not mad anymore, are you? Then how about we go out for dinner tomorrow? I'll have extra money by not having the surgery, so I'll treat you to a nice meal!"
After a while, my bestie replied: [Give me double the toppings in my milk tea!]
…
Inside the Extradition Office, You Yunyi cut off the video feed from the Zhiyin Wall, then glanced at the live broadcast room, finally revealing a somewhat cheerful expression: "Today's two-hour live broadcast is over. See you next time."
The audience watching the live broadcast with hand mirrors had no time to send comments before the live broadcast room went black.
At the same time, the extradition office continued to call out numbers: "Number 038 can come in."
The audience ghosts sighed: "It would be great if it could be broadcast live all day."
If You Yunyi heard this, he would definitely sneer.
At this rate of one ghost per hour, if he were live streaming all day, thirty accounts would be a lot. How could he squeeze so much time in? On the other hand, if he didn't only need to live stream for two hours a day, You Yunyi wouldn't have treated it as two hours of overtime, letting the ghost audience enjoy the fun.
Starting from No. 038, there will be no live broadcast today, and You Yunyi's efficiency in meeting with ghosts has also increased.
It’s only ten minutes anyway. If you can resolve the obsession, then resolve it. If you can’t, get rid of it and come back next time.
You Yunyi would not answer questions that were beyond the time limit, and he would use the Zhiyin Wall much less frequently - anyway, there were no spectators watching now, so no matter how much he said, only the ghost in question could hear it. After listening, the ghost in question would turn around and drink Mengpo soup and forget everything, which was the same as if he had never said it. It was better to save energy and time.
I was busy until two o'clock in the afternoon, and all the one hundred numbers for the day were processed. There were still four hours before the new working day - that is, six o'clock in the afternoon.
You Yunyi closed the extradition office with resentment of being treated like a slave, then passed through the Zhiyin Wall and arrived at a room in the world of the living in a blink of an eye.
This is an ordinary large flat-floor house, and the interior decoration is either black or white. If it weren't for the fresh and beautiful flowers blooming in the vase with brilliant colors, you would think you have entered the world of an old black and white TV.
The man sitting on the sofa in the living room was wearing an antique black robe with wide sleeves and gold trim. His waist-length black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. His deep and handsome features made him look about thirty years old.
You Yunyi came to the living room, grabbed the man's neck without saying hello, and pushed him down on the sofa.
The man calmly put his arm around You Yunyi's waist and let him sit on his lap, making it easier to strangle him.
"Lin Yujing!" You Yunyi got angry when he saw the calm smile on the other person's face.
"Alright, alright," Lin Yujing soothed softly, "I didn't mean to make you work overtime, but you know, the things you encounter at the extradition office are always trivial, and you can never accumulate enough merit. Time is running out, and I'm getting anxious."
You Yunyi frowned: "So you're helping me drag the people from the mortal world into this? Such a sensitive matter, are you crazy..."
Lin Yujing smiled and said, "It's all done. You've worked hard, so you'll have to work harder next time. Luckily, people in the underworld don't need to rest, otherwise I would really be worried about your health."
You Yunyi withdrew the hand that was pressing on Lin Yujing's neck and was about to leave him: "I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'm going back."
Lin Yujing grabbed You Yunyi's wrist and pulled him back: "Don't you still have a few hours before work? I made some soup, would you like to try it?"
You Yunyi was about to answer, but his lips were blocked by Lin Yujing.
You Yunyi was pushed onto the sofa, and Lin Yujing's long hair slid down with the movement, sweeping across the side of his face.
Lin Yujing's kiss moved from You Yunyi's lips to You Yunyi's neck.
"...Drink soup?" You Yunyi raised his eyebrows.
Lin Yujing chuckled: "Well, I'll give you half an hour to drink the soup."
…
At 5:59 p.m., You Yunyi, who had hurriedly finished a bowl of soup, returned to the extradition office.
He adjusted his newly changed loose shirt and leaned back lazily on the black beanbag.
At six o'clock sharp, the extradition office reopened, and at the same time, today's one hundred numbers were released randomly, and the formal number papers fell into the hands of the corresponding ghosts.
In the center of the square outside the extradition office, where ghosts always gathered, the live broadcast screen lit up again.
You Yunyi said, "The two-hour live broadcast will start directly from number 001 today. Number 001, you can come in."
The ghost holding the new round of number 001 hurriedly ran into the extradition office.
"Hello, the extraditionist!" This was a young male ghost, only twenty-five or twenty-six when he died. Although his entire face was swollen and purple, he seemed quite energetic, unlike most ghosts who were tortured by obsessions and looked lifeless.
After the male ghost sat down across from You Yunyi, he took the initiative to speak: "I was hiking alone and accidentally fell into a crevice. My phone was also lost and I died without help. Because I fell headfirst into the crevice, I ended up like this. Actually, I was quite handsome when I was alive. But my obsession has nothing to do with adventure, it's just about extradition. I want to ask if my daughter is my biological child?"
When the audience in front of the live broadcast screen heard it, they said: "Hey, another paternity test!"
You Yunyi glanced through the peephole and answered directly: "No."
No. 001's eyes widened immediately: "I knew he was lying to me! He actually lied to me!"
You Yunyi rolled his eyes. "Then you know your partner is a man, and men can't get pregnant, and it's even more impossible for two men to have a child?"
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