Chapter 71
Wanting to go out early to accompany the ghost, Ying Zhisheng's attitude can be said to be very cooperative.
"You said the ghost you keep is called Lou Sheng." They were fully prepared, including information on this person. "Before Lou Sheng died, he personally killed his own uncle. This involves infighting within a competing business group. This shows that he's not someone to be trifled with. Even as a ghost, his ferocity remains, right?"
As Fang Lian spoke, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He pulled open his collar and gasped for air, then asked, "Did he have anything to do with the deaths of Sun Qing, Zhou Xiaoshuai, and Wang Shengjing?"
"Of course not."
Lou Sheng floated uncomfortably to the ceiling, where there was one. He floated down again, staring in disbelief at the hideous, long scar on Ying Zhisheng's wrist.
Ying Zhisheng should block it calmly.
The square-faced man looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you want to keep your former classmate and good friend by your side?"
After all these years, were they still classmates and friends? What about those cross-border encounters? What about the hugs, the kisses? No one knew.
Lou Sheng had passed away, and no one knew about it except Ying Zhisheng.
"We like each other." He said this in a hoarse and difficult voice.
The falling rock created ripples in the lake, and the wind blew through the trees, but the expressions of the two men in charge of the interrogation became strange.
Lou Sheng followed the square-faced officer out of the interrogation room, his eyes fixed on the documents in their hands. Seventeen murders had occurred in the city that month, all of them bloody, violent, and unexplainable.
The first page is a critical hit. The victim's hands and feet were twisted into a spider posture and hung at the bedroom door. Faced with such a weird and terrifying appearance, the forensic doctor's diagnosis was that he was frightened to death.
The square-faced police officer muttered to himself, "It's been raining non-stop lately."
Lou Sheng stared at the victim in the photo. His mouth was wide open and his throat could be vaguely seen. His eyeballs were about to pop out. In a trance, he saw the man's eyes glanced back at him coldly, and then he showed a horrified smile.
Faced with provocation, Lou Sheng remained calm and gave the middle finger.
Some people are complaining: "The Special Investigation Office has determined that it is a ghost that is killing people. How can we catch them with our bare hands? And what sentence will we give them if we catch them? Oh no, can we sentence a ghost?"
"I don't think there are any loopholes in Ying Zhisheng's confession, but I can't rule him out as a suspect."
"Oh my god, Ying Zhisheng is a homosexual and has a human-ghost relationship. He's so weird. No wonder they say the difference between genius and madness is just a thought away."
"Homosexuality and love between humans and ghosts? No one would believe this stuff if I told them, and they would label it as a curiosity. Hey—whoa, someone kicked my ass!"
"No one kicked you, don't try to scam me."
The square-faced officer chattered non-stop, and after clearing his mind, he planned to go to the Special Investigation Division to report the situation. This case was difficult, involving supernatural events and the entertainment industry. Just as he finished looking through the information and was about to find it, Chen Ji and others came over first.
Chen Ji, in uniform, nodded and greeted, "Captain Wang." His gaze casually passed over the ghost clinging to the one-way glass, his eyes filled with scrutiny and consideration. "We have an idea for this case."
Hearing this, Lou Sheng came down from the glass, straightened his clothes, and floated around in the crowd, almost bumping into Chen Ji.
"What idea?"
"Go inside and talk."
Lou Sheng also wanted to follow in, but it was obvious that this special investigator was very skilled. He could move through any obstacle with ease, but he couldn't get through a wall.
I could hear groans of pain coming from my side, and the sound of footsteps was chaotic and strange, gradually approaching. The lights in the corridor flickered, and the man's cries could still be heard, choking and shouting for help.
Lou Sheng turned around and was right up close to the face with its eyes wide open and tears streaming down its face. The ghost, with its arms and legs twisted, was on all fours like a standing dog, its neck tilted and its teeth bared in a grin.
Lou Sheng found the victim on the first page of the information after taking a few glances at him.
“Help me… Help me…”
"Kill you, let me kill you... I'm so hungry, what do you smell like?"
"Turn into a spider, hehe, turn into a four-legged spider..."
"Die! Die! Die!"
Lou Sheng calmly put his fingers on his forehead and pushed him away.
This ghost was filled with resentment and was moody, emitting a thick, cold, black aura that could be seen from a distance. Its mouth was wide open, exceeding the limits of a human body, and it screamed wildly as it lunged towards Lou Sheng, attempting to bite him.
Lou Sheng swore that he didn't mean to do it, and for some unknown reason, he waved his hand and the ghost flew away.
He stared blankly at the palm of his hand. This was a hand, not Princess Iron Fan's palm-leaf fan.
Maybe it was Ying Zhisheng who fed him well. Besides, the big star, despite the pressure of being criticized by the whole network a few days ago, still used his connections to send Lou Sheng's ashes to the temple to receive incense and chanting of scriptures.
Lou Sheng stroked his chin. It was the cheat given by Ying Zhisheng that had been upgraded.
"you're good."
A voice came from behind, it was Chen Ji.
Lou Sheng waved his hand, not boasting: "It's because Ying Zhisheng has a strong network of contacts."
The ghost that just attacked was captured by Chen Ji. As the highest-ranking official in the Special Investigation Division, he was quite capable and had even cracked Zhang Kaifa's "Life-Binding Curse." He was actively searching for customers who kept the ghosts and trying to free them.
"Hello, I'm Chen Ji from the Special Investigation Office." He extended his hand.
Lou Sheng frowned and grasped it, his pupils then dilated slightly. The man and the ghost just held onto it, not penetrating it.
"I think your death is truly regrettable," Chen Ji said in a pitying, low voice. "A dazzling, high-spirited superstar, an unattainable, talented singer, has become a target of public condemnation, with many questioning his mental illness. Facing Ying Zhisheng like this, do you regret it?"
regret?
Why can't Ying Zhisheng play the piano? Is it because of the injury on his wrist? He once cut his wrist in an attempt to commit suicide, injuring his tendons and veins with the intention of dying.
Why can't I sleep? I buy a lot of sleeping pills.
Why would he look so crazy and collapse that he was slandered and attracted fans? Why would he be so stubborn and try to have a future with the dead?
Rumors were flying everywhere. Lou Sheng pursed his lips and said, "There's no point in regretting. We have to prove Ying Zhisheng's innocence first. Ying Zhisheng didn't raise any ghosts. He still respects my ideas and opinions... The accidents on the variety show have nothing to do with him."
"I know." Chen Ji's eyes were filled with determination. "This month, there have been more than ten cases of ghosts killing people in the city. The methods used were extremely cruel. It would be great if you were willing to assist in the special investigation and handling of the cases. Help us subdue those ghosts who want to devour their masters and ensure the safety of the citizens."
This is how the world is. The rules of nature require ghosts to give way to humans, and in human society, the rights of the dead are not as important as those of the living.
Chen Ji said, "You assist us in handling the case, and we will help Ying Zhisheng issue a public announcement to clarify the matter."
Lou Sheng understood that this person was using chicken feathers as a token of authority to threaten others.
After perfunctorily saying, "Let's discuss this," Lou Sheng quickly returned to Ying Zhisheng, who was quietly waiting, and said angrily, "We have to report Chen Ji's actions to the higher authorities. We'll have Fuquan make a complaint and write an anonymous letter to report him!"
Not sure what was going on, Ying Zhisheng curled his lips and said, "Sure."
What is possible? Chen Ji raised his hand and knocked on the door and said, "Lou Sheng, do you want to come back alive?"
Ying Zhisheng suddenly looked over, his pupils trembling and shaking uncontrollably.
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