Chapter 91
Zhenzi speaks with the earnestness of an elder, and is a little scary when crawling around on the walls and the ground, but she's a pretty nice person and very kind.
When she saw the dead seven or eight-year-old children, she would be so heartbroken that she would wipe away her tears, hold her belly and regret that she could not give birth to a child to cheer up her husband, and she would cry loudly while talking.
Lou Sheng hesitated and said, "Sis, we're already dead, so if we can't have children, forget it."
"Don't you want to have a baby? A family of three will be so happy!" When Zhenzi thought of her warm home, the dark life at the bottom of the well seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and her eyes were full of hope.
"Of course I don't want to. My partner can't have children, and I don't really like children."
Zhenzi was so happy that she told him, "I've already found someone. I found a baby in the city center hospital who had just been born with cardiac arrest. When the time comes, I'll tell my husband that this is my child, and our family will become happier and happier!"
Wait, wait, wait. If Lou Sheng remembered correctly, pregnancy and childbirth are a process, right? Wouldn't it scare her husband to death if she suddenly took out a baby?
He felt that Zhenzi's concept of home was no longer a yearning, but a morbid obsession.
The two men, along with a group of ghosts, wandered around the residential complex, searching for Gao Yixuan's ghost. This was a relatively upscale residential complex, but tragically, two murders had occurred this month, forcing residents to move out one after another, leaving only a few stubborn residents who couldn't afford the conditions to continue living there.
"Gao Yixuan, get the hell out here! You're not a man if you keep dithering! You're not going to come out, are you? If I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces and eat you!"
Whether it was the way Zhenzi spoke or her own temperament, she gave Lou Sheng a feeling of strength and fearlessness.
This must be a powerful ghost, Lou Sheng thought.
"Captain Lou, you don't know. Even though Zhenzi is just a part-time worker, she's quite capable. She completes every mission with 100% certainty, can even carry three ghosts with one hand, and can easily take on twenty ghosts when she's in a bad mood."
Oh my god. Lou Sheng had never seen anyone so strong. He thought he was already strong enough.
"Captain Lou, who is your partner?"
"Yes, yes, we are curious which one you like."
Her boyfriend is Ying Zhisheng, something so worth being proud of is like coughing, diarrhea, or sneezing, which she can't hold back. Lou Sheng smiled and said to them, "My boyfriend is in the entertainment industry, his name is Ying Zhisheng."
"What!!!"
“Is this true?!”
"Oh my god, when I was in school, I chased him and copied Ying Zhisheng's name nine hundred and ninety-nine times. I... I'm really convinced!"
"Are all of Ying Zhisheng's songs written for you?"
"He's so affectionate, and you're so handsome."
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The uproar in the ghost group, a flurry of chatter, successfully attracted Zhenzi's attention. Zhenzi listened silently for a while, then came over to tell Lou Sheng, "My husband's boss is also in the entertainment industry. He treats people like dirt. My husband is terrified every day when he goes to work."
Lou Sheng felt that with this kind of character, he was most likely one of those people in the entertainment industry who took advantage of his misfortune to slander Ying Zhisheng.
Zhenzi also said that her dear husband's boss has a bad reputation in the circle.
"Ask which little celebrity it is. I'll go ask Ying Zhisheng to find out what dirt he has, expose him, and then resign!"
They chatted idly like this, and the group of ghosts searched the building back and forth more than ten times but couldn't find Gao Yixuan.
Gao Yixuan is missing.
When Lou Sheng returned to tell Chen Ji, the officer asked him to scare away any residents who refused to move. He felt this was immoral. After all, not everyone in today's society could afford to move, and they must have hidden reasons.
But Chen Ji didn't care about all this and just gave out the tasks coldly and ruthlessly.
Ghosts have many ways to scare people, but they have to control themselves so as not to drive people crazy. There were forty or fifty ghosts, crawling under beds, hanging from ceilings, hiding in sewers, and even hugging the sleeping owner back to back.
Lou Sheng thought it was simple. He just showed his tragic appearance of jumping off the building and dying. It would only take a second for the people in the elevator to run away crying and shouting for help.
He pretended to chase after her for a few steps, but then felt it was boring and stopped.
The night was soft and beautiful, the moon bright and the wind clear. The residential complex was beautifully landscaped, and beside it was a fenced-off artificial lake, rippling with the wind. Lou Sheng lay on the grass, gazing at the moon for a while, then sat up, curious about what his own death would be like.
It was too bloody and horrifying, and he himself didn't even watch it carefully.
Lou Sheng caught a glimpse of his reflection through the water, but after just one glance, he closed his eyes. Blood was dripping from his body, and it was shattered. His brain was oozing out, and his eyeballs were about to burst. He couldn't distinguish his eyes, nose, or mouth, and his facial features were distorted.
It's so strange. I didn't even feel the pain clearly for a moment when I died, but it was so tragic.
If Chen Ji really helped him to resurrect, Lou Sheng thought that he must first help Ying Zhisheng clarify everything, then send a lawyer's letter to make the rumormongers pay the price, make Feiyue Gao's boss bankrupt, and also touch Ying Zhisheng's face carefully, he wanted to hug him.
"Let's keep working hard." Lou Sheng sighed. Whether he could be resurrected depended on Chen Ji. He had to keep working hard for others. Whatever he didn't work for in life, he would get back after he died.
Actually, scaring people is quite fun.
Lou Sheng chased people with the look of death on his face. As soon as he showed up, those people were scared to the point of begging for mercy. His killing power was extremely strong.
The corridor was filled with shrill screams, and the frightening ghost listened quietly, wanting to laugh but unable to.
While he was working hard to get home as soon as possible, he began to hallucinate and suddenly heard a familiar hoarse voice.
"Lou Sheng."
Lou Sheng opened his eyes slightly and turned around to see Ying Zhisheng, who shouldn't be here.
It was so sudden that he was stunned for a few seconds before asking, "Why are you here?" Thinking of his current horrific appearance, Lou Sheng said unnaturally, "I'll try my best to change back. Please wait a moment."
Seeing Ying Zhisheng standing there motionless, Lou Sheng thought he had frightened him. He gave a helpless laugh and turned around to hear Ying Zhisheng say, "No need."
"Ah?" Lou Sheng turned his back to him.
Ying Zhisheng asked hoarsely, "Is this your job?"
"This is my job tonight. It will be over in about half an hour. Why don't you find a place to rest and wait for me?"
Lou Sheng was puzzled and didn't know how Ying Zhisheng came to find him. He had clearly agreed to wait for him at home.
The next second, Ying Zhisheng's voice was very close, right behind him. He approached silently, his voice hoarse and blown away by the wind: "Let me see."
"What's so good about this?" Lou Sheng turned around irritably and looked at Ying Zhisheng who was standing nearby, thinking that he couldn't scare the guy to death.
"It looks good." Ying Zhisheng looked at it without blinking, and stretched out his fingers to touch his wound. Lou Sheng no longer felt pain, but he was in so much pain that his whole body was shaking and he couldn't straighten his back.
Almost whispering, "Don't do this, Lou Sheng, come home with me."
Lou Sheng was speechless and looked at Ying Zhisheng for a few seconds before looking away in embarrassment.
What kind of look is that?
Lou Sheng felt that Ying Zhisheng was heartbroken and in pain.
He spoke tremblingly, choking a little: "Ying Zhisheng, don't cry, there's nothing to cry about."
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