Chapter 12 He Zhao was actually a little curious, curious about what the old woman meant by her bowl of white rice...
He Zhao was actually a little curious, wondering what the old woman's bowl of white rice would taste like. It couldn't possibly taste like osmanthus rice cake, like Gossinian's. But she couldn't just ask the old woman directly, because the old woman seemed too confused and couldn't even speak clearly; how could she expect her to describe the food?
After He Zhao called out, the old woman paused for a moment, clearly thinking: What does it mean to eat slowly?
Holding chopsticks, it didn't start eating for a moment. It thought for a long time before it understood. Then, He Zhao saw that the old woman, who usually had a dull look in her eyes and seemed dazed, suddenly smiled.
The smile seemed like an unconscious reaction; its eyes also curved, making it look surprisingly kind.
He Zhao felt he was going crazy, actually finding a ghost's smile very kind.
Grandma, holding her chopsticks, nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, I'll eat slowly, slowly, slowly..." Grandma was no match for Gossian, but He Zhao was very surprised that Grandma actually replied to him, and even said a long sentence.
Even though the old woman said she would eat slowly, she still ate very quickly. Her old, thin skin was stuck to her bones, and she looked like she couldn't exert much strength in her wrists, but when she ate, it was like a whirlwind. In no time, she had finished all her food.
The old woman finished eating and didn't linger. She stood up and reached into her pocket. After rummaging for a while, she pulled out a plastic bag. He Zhao stared at it, stunned, because what the old woman had pulled out was very much in the style of how she kept money at that age.
The plastic bag was very thin, and He Zhao guessed it was a household food storage bag. He twisted the opening of the bag to make a rope, then tied it into a knot. The old woman untied the knot and had to rotate the bottom of the plastic bag to unfold it completely.
Inside the plastic bag lay a tightly wrapped handkerchief. She unfolded it, revealing a few banknotes inside, all in denominations of 5 and 10 yuan. The old woman first took out a large pile of money, then paused for a moment, put a lot more in, and finally took out two 10-yuan notes for the dead.
It stood in front of the food cart, holding 20 yuan, and stuffed it into He Zhao's hand: "Here, here, I have money."
He Zhao was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up: "A bowl of rice costs 10 yuan, Grandma, you've given too much."
"Here, this is for you, buy some candy."
Hearing the old woman's words, He Zhao laughed. She reached out and pushed the old woman's thin, bony hand back. The moment He Zhao touched the ghost's skin, she was chilled by its icy coldness. It was a cold winter night, but the old woman's hand was even more piercingly cold.
He Zhao quickly withdrew her hand. She only felt cold, but not scared: "Grandma, keep it for yourself. Come back tomorrow and continue eating white rice."
"No, rice, no."
The old woman disagreed with He Zhao's statement, and at that moment, He Zhao realized that his white rice did indeed taste different to them. He Zhao didn't argue with the old woman, but simply said, "Then keep it safe and come back to eat it tomorrow."
"good."
After saying this, the old woman put the money back. First, she wrapped it in a handkerchief, then put it in a plastic bag, and finally, following the same steps as before, tied a knot in it, stuffed it into her pocket, and then, with a stoop, slowly left.
Sitting behind the stall, He Zhao thought: It seems that ghosts aren't so unreasonable or so scary.
Qiao Yanyu had previously said that ordinary people who had too much contact with ghosts were prone to illness and bad luck, but He Zhao had seen so many ghosts without any problems. He Zhao didn't think she was special; she couldn't help but ask the system, "Damn system, are you pulling the strings behind the scenes?"
[...The system did not fail, please rest assured, host. The system has completely eliminated the negative effects of Yin energy for you. You will not be affected by Yin energy due to this unintentional contact.]
He Zhao was not entirely reassured after hearing this: "What if it wasn't an accidental contact, but rather an intentional attempt to harm me?"
This is the host's private matter and has nothing to do with the system.
"Wow, you're such a loser."
He Zhao rolled her eyes again. Luckily, she was smart and had the foresight to hire Qiao Yanyu as her bodyguard. Otherwise, she would have been killed by this damn system sooner or later.
Speak of the devil, and he appears! She had just thought of Qiao Yanyu when she heard the sound of a motorcycle. She knew Qiao Yanyu was busy today and might not be able to come, but she couldn't help wondering: besides Qiao Yanyu, who else would ride a motorcycle to such a secluded park so late at night?
She looked forward to Qiao Yanyu's arrival with mixed feelings.
Qiao Yanyu did not disappoint her. When the figure dressed in black and riding a motorcycle appeared, He Zhao's eyes lit up.
Qiao Yanyu didn't ride up to He Zhao. Instead, she stopped her motorcycle a distance away from a streetlight, got off, put down her helmet, and went to He Zhao's side. Upon seeing He Zhao, she first apologized, "I'm sorry I'm late. How was your evening? Did you encounter any strange guests?"
He Zhao shook his head and told the truth: "So far today, only two guests have come, one is Gossian, and the other is an old lady. Gossian ate for a long time, about twenty bowls, and just left not long ago."
He Zhao knew that what Qiao Yanyu most wanted to know was about Ge Sinian, but she was wrong. Because Qiao Yanyu's next words were: "It's good that you're alright. Today was just a bit of a last-minute thing, which is why I couldn't come over. Don't worry, I'll definitely come to be with you on time later!"
What's the difference between saying this and confessing your love?
He Zhao felt a little embarrassed. She tried to calm herself down and said calmly, "Yeah, it's nothing."
For the rest of the time, Qiao Yanyu sat next to He Zhao. When she first arrived, she was visibly out of breath, and it took her a while to catch her breath. Initially, seeing her panting, He Zhao didn't talk to her much.
As a result, by the time the other party recovered, the opportunity to start a conversation had been missed, leaving He Zhao unsure of how to bring up a topic.
To cover his embarrassment, He Zhao took out his phone and started playing again. Qiao Yanyu, on the other hand, was much more serious. She sat upright, her back ramrod straight, completely different from her posture yesterday. He Zhao guessed that Qiao Yanyu probably felt that since she had no task yesterday but came with one today, she had to be extremely focused.
Although He Zhao had only known Qiao Yanyu for a short time, he genuinely felt that Qiao Yanyu was a very easy person to understand.
Undeniably, with Qiao Yanyu by her side, He Zhao felt a great sense of relief and was even able to take out her phone to continue playing games. After playing for a while, when she saw that guests had arrived, she did the exact same thing as yesterday: she tossed her phone directly to Qiao Yanyu, then stood up to serve the rice.
Qiao Yanyu picked up her phone and started playing. Her movements were still stiff; she still didn't know how to play the game, but at least she knew how to move. At that moment, Qiao Yanyu was thinking: This won't do. I have to think of a way to figure out how to play this game, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.
While Qiao Yanyu was operating the system, He Zhao's expression changed slightly because the guest who arrived was the one she disliked the most—the male ghost who looked at her with disgusting eyes.
Since they were guests, He Zhao served them rice, sat down, and took over from Qiao Yanyu to continue playing games. Perhaps because He Zhao didn't like the guests, her gameplay became somewhat erratic, and before long, her team was wiped out and the opposing team wiped out. He Zhao could only put away her phone, bored and unsure of what to do.
Just then, she saw Qiao Yanyu take out her phone, seemingly sending a message in a chat. The instant Qiao Yanyu put her phone down, He Zhao's phone rang. Needless to say, Qiao Yanyu was most likely sending him a message.
He Zhao quickly took out her phone to check and found that Qiao Yanyu had sent a PDF document. She opened it and saw that the top of the document was a picture of the ghost opposite her. He Zhao was stunned; she hadn't expected Qiao Yanyu to get the information so quickly.
She didn't know how much time Qiao Yanyu had spent, but finding someone based solely on their appearance was definitely not a simple task. Qiao Yanyu was probably busy with more than just Gossian's affairs today.
He Zhao continued reading.
On the male ghost's file opposite, the name and age weren't really important; the most important thing was the cause of death. At the top was a conclusion: he died at the time his wife murdered him. Below that were the wife's specific motive and her sentence.
It turns out that when this male ghost was alive, he frequently abused his wife. The wife had endured it all, but then the ghost even tried to harm their child. This crossed the line for the wife, and in a fierce act of resistance, she accidentally killed her husband.
Because it was not intentional homicide and the circumstances were understandable, the wife was not sentenced to death and is currently serving her sentence in prison.
He Zhao frowned as he finished reading the file, his gaze towards the abusive male ghost across the street growing even more hostile. This guy deserved to be a ghost! He Zhao even felt that this guy eating his rice was a desecration of his little stall.
He Zhao was racking her brains trying to get rid of the guest so he would never come back, and with Qiao Yanyu right beside her, she was really bold. But she didn't expect that the person on the other side would be even bolder.
After finishing its meal, it squinted at He Zhao for a while, then stood up and walked straight outside.
He Zhao was stunned, but her mouth worked faster than her brain: "Wait a minute! Where's your money?! You bastard, you tried to dine and dash on my head!"
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