Chapter 040 Chapter 40

Guiyuan screamed, pointed at Li Qingshan's back, where Furong was, and shouted with a pale face: "There is a ghost behind you."

Li Qingshan turned his head and looked over.

At first he thought Guiyuan was talking about someone else, but when he turned his head, he suddenly remembered that if Furong was here, other ghosts should not come over.

So the ghost Guiyuan was talking about could only be Furong.

Furong disappeared in the blink of an eye, and actually entered the space where the system was.

Guiyuan ran over in panic, pulled Li Qingshan up from the chair, checked him carefully and asked: "Are you okay? Did the ghost do anything to you just now?"

Li Qingshan shook his head, smiled softly and said: "No, maybe he just stood behind me just now, and you found him. You came just in time."

Guiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body softened, like a roasted marshmallow, emitting a burnt and crisp smell, and sat down on the chair next to him.

The chair was squeezed and hit the table with a clanging sound.

Guiyuan was startled by the sound, but he was tired and sleepy, and he was just scared. It was like a spring that had been stretched out and now had no elasticity at all.

It was as if he had become immune to the simple and sudden startle of the chair hitting the table, without any unnecessary fear reaction.

He glanced at the place where he hit the table, expressionless, lowered his head, covered his face with both hands, bent down, and began to take deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

Li Qingshan and Taiming could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier beside him. They looked at each other and did not disturb him. They tried to remain quiet until he returned to normal.

During this time, beads of sweat fell from his forehead one after another, and his whole face was red, so red that even his ears and neck were red. Even if he covered his face, it could be seen that he was very hot and anxious. After a

long time, he raised his head. Although his face was still red, it was much better than when he first came in.

He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, handed it to Li Qingshan and said, "This is the mental pill that Ayn Rand asked me to bring. When you feel sleepy, take one and you won't sleep."

Li Qingshan nodded, opened the bottle and took one, and he was no longer sleepy.

He handed the bottle to Taiming next to him, who took a look and put it away.

"Aren't you going to take it? If you don't take it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to work well."

Guiyuan looked at Taiming, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, wondering if he knew something.

"No, I'm not sleepy for the time being."

Taiming shook his head, with a hint of smile on his face, and pushed the bottle that he had put away deeper, which meant that he had made up his mind not to take it.

"If it loses its efficacy after being stored for too long, it will be wasted. Eat it!"

Guiyuan was a little anxious. She didn't know how they should explain to Ayn ​​Rand after they went back if they didn't eat it. She couldn't help but frown and urged him.

"No need."

Taiming still shook his head, very insistent, not wavering at all.

"Okay."

Seeing his insistence, Guiyuan knew that it was useless to persuade him, nodded, and didn't continue to ask him to eat it.

"Do you have anything else here?"

Li Qingshan asked, trying to change the subject.

"No, for now, I'm going back."

Guiyuan smiled bitterly. He took the pills before coming here, and now he is full of energy. He must work in the future. He shook his head.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Li Qingshan nodded, didn't keep him, just told him.

"I'll be careful, don't worry."

Guiyuan smiled, feeling like a stone was weighing on his heart.

"Okay."

Taiming stared at him for a long time and nodded slowly.

Guiyuan turned around and hurried downstairs. The footsteps faded away, and the sound of a car starting up was heard outside.

After that, the car sped away on the road.

The library was quiet again, a kind of quiet that could be heard clearly even if the faucet was not turned on properly in the dark night.

If a person is timid, if he concentrates a little in this environment, he will be anxious and feel that he has heard the sound of water dripping in the room not far away.

It is hard to say whether it actually happened or not.

Guiyuan returned to the foundation, parked the car, and rushed to Ayn ​​Rand's office.

"What happened? You look a little anxious."

Ayn Rand looked up and was surprised to see Guiyuan's expression.

Guiyuan panted and paused at the door, walked to his desk, pressed the table and said to him: "You don't know what I saw. The ghost appeared again."

"Sit down and talk."

Ayn Rand walked to the water dispenser next to him, took a paper cup, filled it with some water, and put it on the table for him.

Guiyuan took the cup, drank the water in one gulp, put the empty cup aside, looked at An Rand, clenched his fist and said, "When I went up, the ghost was behind Li Qingshan."

An Rand sat back in his chair, a little confused: "Lying on the back or riding on the neck? It sounds weird."

"Standing behind him through the chair. I didn't stand next to him. I was shocked at the time, and I didn't look at it carefully before I immediately warned him. I don't know if they had physical contact."

Guiyuan thought for a while and frowned.

"Standing behind his chair? Then you stand behind my chair and restore the scene. Let me feel what it was like at that time. Maybe there will be new discoveries."

An Rand waved his hand and said.

Guiyuan nodded and stood up, walked behind An Rand, thought for a while, and put his hand on An Rand's chair.

Ayn Rand felt even more strange, and turned to ask: "Are you sure? Is that so?"

Guiyuan thought for a moment, lowered his head and bent over and said: "I saw them in almost the same way at the time. It was still dark at that time. Although the lights were on in the room, they were leaning against the window."

Guiyuan retracted his hand, stood up, shook his head, and stepped back.

He stood again on the opposite side of the desk, sitting in the position he had just sat.

"If it was directly lying on the back, stepping on the shoulders, or riding on the neck, I can be sure that it was seeking revenge, because this was the process for ghosts to kill people in the past.

But the position you just stood in doesn't seem like it. If someone you don't know or don't like stood behind you, you would feel like your retreat was blocked, which should be very uncomfortable.

Li Qingshan didn't notice anything wrong behind him?

He is usually not close to us, and it doesn't seem like he would allow a person to stand behind him when he sees him.

Unless the ghost is related to Tai Ming Taylor? Or it's Muay Thai."

Ain Rand frowned, thought for a while and said.

"I'm not sure, but they sat at the same table."

Guiyuan recalled the scene at that time and said.

"If the ghost is unwilling to join, it should be destroyed. We can't let this dangerous factor wander around in the outside world. It's not safe for anyone."

Ayn Rand said seriously.

"But how can we be sure whether he is willing to join?"

Guiyuan asked confusedly.

"If he is willing, he won't be so cold when he sees us at first. In my opinion, we can consider finding a way to trap or catch him first.

Then ask him carefully.

If he is willing, it's good.

If not, he can die."

Ayn Rand's eyes turned, and he thought of a plan. He smiled and said.

"How do we trap him?"

Guiyuan nodded, not quite understanding.

"Since he has appeared again and again, his goal is clear, it is for Li Qingshan. He is using Li Qingshan as bait, setting a trap, and luring him into the trap. Then he will be easy to talk to."

An Rand smiled meaningfully.

Guiyuan nodded.

After working overtime in the library to complete the task, Li Qingshan returned to the foundation with records and reports and handed them over to An Rand.

An Rand checked them, nodded, put the information aside, looked at him and said, "Very good, there is a new task here."

"What?"

Li Qingshan asked tiredly with his eyes drooping.

"Do you still remember the ghost last time?"

An Rand stared at him closely, not wanting to miss any reaction.

"Remember."

Li Qingshan thought about it in a trance and nodded.

"I want to talk to him. It would be great if we could invite him to work for the foundation.

Even if he is just registered, it would be a good thing."

Ayn Rand stared at him and said.

"I can't contact him."

Li Qingshan forced his eyes open and shook his head slowly, as if the dark circles under his eyes were heavy stones pulling at his eyelids.

"Then can you cooperate with the foundation and act as bait to attract him to meet us? If he doesn't want to be a part of the foundation, he will either be eliminated or locked up."

Ayn Rand looked at Li Qingshan and said with a bit of temptation.

"I suddenly remembered that there have been some strange things around me recently. Maybe he is nearby. I will try to find him. Maybe

he will come to see us, so we don't need to set up the trap."

Li Qingshan suddenly came to his senses with a start. His heart was beating like a drum. He was a little nervous and said slowly with his eyes down.

"One day, if he doesn't come to see me tomorrow, then I will start to consider setting up the trap. As a member of the foundation, you should obey the order."

An Rand looked at him and smiled slowly at the corner of his lips.

"I know, if he doesn't come, I am willing to be the bait."

Li Qingshan nodded heavily.

"Okay, I was right about you."

An Rand smiled happily.

After that, Li Qingshan went home to wash, change clothes and shoes as usual, and slept for a while. When he woke up, it was almost dusk.

Furong appeared beside him and whispered, "Should I go?"

"Go ahead."

Li Qingshan lowered his head and hugged him reluctantly.

"Now or tomorrow?"

Furong looked at him, frowned slightly, and asked with some worry.

"Everyone is about to finish work now, it's not dark yet, there are not many people, and they are relaxed. They shouldn't cause you too much trouble."

Li Qingshan sighed and said.

"Okay."

Furong nodded, let go of her hand, and disappeared in front of Li Qingshan.