Chapter 96
Gao Xinhua stood in the middle of the crowd, his expressionless face gazing at the long line in front of the window. They were desperate to survive, unwilling to die, each one with a worried look on their face, perhaps even a little uneasy.
"Hey, grandpa, I'm in the hospital now. Let's talk after I see the doctor and get the test results. It shouldn't be anything serious." The young girl pretended to be relaxed and kicked her toes. She lost her balance and fell forward two steps. She didn't know that the resentful ghost in front of her was very close, staring at her with its dark and empty eyes.
"Ahem... ahem, I have to take two more days off."
"What?! My hometown medical insurance can't be used here? Then I have to take a bus back home to see a doctor. Are you kidding me?"
"It's so cold, why is the air conditioner on so low?"
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One after another, people passed through the motionless ghosts. There were more and more ghosts, and the hall became more and more crowded.
"Sister, we ate Gao Yixuan. Chen Ji has been investigating. What should we do?"
Gao Xinhua showed no emotion and just hummed lightly.
"Sister! We have picked out the ghost you want, which is young, strong and not ugly! This ghost has been dead for many years and has strong ghost power. When he died, he was just an adult and very young. Look, he looks good too." They grabbed the ghost's hair and forced it to look up.
Gao Xinhua took a glance and was quite satisfied.
Seeing Lou Sheng coming from afar, she finally smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes softened.
The child she raised with care but who died young received endless pity and heartache from her.
"mom."
Lou Sheng hesitated. A few years ago, the conflict between Gao Xinhua and Lou Weihong had intensified. The once loving couple now wanted to kill each other for the custody of Lou Sheng.
I felt a little guilty. This time when I went to see Lou Weihong, I felt that I was betraying his mother in disguise.
Gao Xinhua waved his hand and said with a smile, "I know a guy who has a way to heal the injury on your arm. I don't know the specific method, but I'll bring you to see him."
"Oh, that's me! Handsome boy, eat this ghost on the ground, and the sunburned skin on your hands will heal."
Lou Sheng had eaten ghosts before. After looking down at his 'food' for a moment, he sighed and said, "Forget it. The pendant on this person's arm is a support item for Ying Zhisheng. He seems to be a fan of Ying Zhisheng."
The ghost, who had already accepted his fate, suddenly looked up: "Yes, yes, yes! I am a die-hard fan of Ying Zhisheng! Don't kill me, don't kill me! Please, I have 32 years left before I reincarnate."
Gao Xinhua picked him up, looked him up and down, and sneered, "He's lying to you."
"I'm not lying! I'm a fan of Ying Zhisheng. I can sing all his songs. I can even sing 'Seungjong Love' backwards."
What an ungrateful person! Gao Xinhua sneered.
Lou Sheng smiled and leaned over, "Mom, I don't want to eat him."
The ghost who was almost eaten breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his girlfriend was a big fan of Ying Zhisheng, and the support items burned after his death could save his life.
If Lou Sheng didn't want to eat it, she wouldn't force him. If he didn't want to eat it, then he didn't eat it. This unfortunate child only knew how to waste good things.
Gao Xinhua asked, "Are you still working now? Working under Chen Ji?"
"That's right. There have been many murders in the city this year, and all of them are unsolved cases. Guess what? It's ghosts who are killing people maliciously. I am responsible for helping them solve the case." Lou Sheng said with a little pride. Who hasn't fantasized about becoming a mysterious and highly intelligent detective?
Gao Xinhua smiled strangely. What a coincidence! Those ghost murders were orchestrated by your mother. Who knows, she might be the one responsible. She just couldn't stand the living wantonly enslaving the dead.
Planning to follow Lou Sheng to see the half-dead Ying Zhisheng, the mother and son were walking and chatting when they heard someone discussing Ying Zhisheng's name. Lou Sheng paused and looked back for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Gao Xinhua admired his new manicure under the light.
"That seems to be it." Lou Sheng frowned, "A sasaeng fan."
The hospital where Ying Zhisheng worked was discovered. He entered the hospital in the morning and had just woken up in the afternoon for less than three hours before he had to get up awkwardly and reluctantly to move to another hospital.
The moment he stood up, his vision went black and the world spun. Ying Zhisheng thought he had fallen to the ground again, but when he bent down slightly and opened his eyes again, he realized it was an illusion.
Lou Sheng anxiously told him, "Those people have already found their way downstairs. They are dressed very casually and blended into the crowd, so it's impossible to find them."
"Thank goodness you're here." What's more important than avoiding the stalker is praising Lou Sheng.
Fuquan was anxious and angry, slamming the table. "Fuck him! Who has so much time to find out which hospital you are in?! Someone just sent a cake over, and Xiao Tao took a closer look and saw it was a fan sending it to show their concern for you. How did they know which ward you were in?! Let's move to another location first. We've already notified the hospital and security."
Ying Zhisheng still had a headache, his lips turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "Go back directly, and don't mention Lou Sheng's name from now on to prevent them from hearing it." If there is a first time, there will be a second time. He no longer trusted the hospital.
"Oh, it's my fault. I shouldn't have sent it to you nearby. Lou Sheng, if you want to divorce me, please help me."
Lou Sheng looked at Ying Zhisheng: "Why?"
Fuquan said sadly: "The more you know, the faster you die."
Ying Zhisheng was silent, and then he said, "Fuquan is joking."
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After all, they'd been in the industry for so many years, so they were pretty comfortable handling emergencies. They quickly completed the formalities and quietly left. As they walked down the stairs, Ying Zhisheng's vision was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, but aside from being excessively pale, there was nothing unusual about him.
Lou Sheng noticed it and whispered, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay, you stay closer to me."
Lou Sheng moved closer, touched his head, and pinched Ying Zhisheng's earlobe.
Gao Xinhua, who had inexplicably followed the great escape, rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Lou Sheng! Do you know that you should keep your distance when making friends?"
"Lou Sheng and I are not friends, we are lovers." Ying Zhisheng wanted her to face reality.
Gao Xinhua had a forced smile on her face. If Lou Sheng hadn't died, her daughter-in-law would have been an outstanding and beautiful daughter of a rich family, not a macho man, and a singer at that, who would be of no help to the company.
She had already planned Lou Sheng's entire life! Who could have imagined that both mother and son would die halfway through.
Lou Sheng hadn't expected such an emergency to lead to friction and conflict. For the first time in his twenty-plus years, he faced the world's most difficult relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Caught in the middle, he quietly advised Gao Xinhua, "Mom, Ying Zhisheng is really good. Don't be prejudiced against him."
"Mom has no prejudice against him. As long as you like him, that's fine. Mom hopes you'll be happy."
"I'm dead now. I won't have children no matter who I am with. Mom, you should be more open-minded."
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As they chatted, the crowd stopped in their tracks as they reached the underground parking lot. Suddenly, the dark surroundings were filled with bright lights, and a crackling sound tickled their ears.
"Mr. Ying Zhisheng, did you commit suicide because of cyberbullying? Do you have anything to say about this?"
"For the upcoming film, will you continue to act?"
"There's a lot of controversy about your acting skills. Does that put a lot of pressure on you?"
"What do you think about Gao Yixuan's death?"
"Will you attend the awards ceremony next Saturday?"
“Is your self-talking behavior due to depression?”
Questions buzzed into his head one after another. Ying Zhisheng frowned. The world was shaking violently and he felt dizzy and nauseous.
The surroundings were silent, and he could not hear any sound. But a question clearly entered his ears:
"Master Lou from Dingyue Media was a former classmate of yours. Did you hear about his suicide in April this year?"
Don’t involve Lou Sheng!
At that time, these netizens will only look down on the young people who died young and speculate on the cause of death. Then, rumors and misinformation will follow. This is unacceptable!
Ying Zhisheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was in extreme pain. But he heard a worried voice behind him: "Don't be angry, just mention me if you want to. Ying Zhisheng, why are you sweating so much?"
The reporters over there were whispering, "The assistant is still holding the umbrella."
"I can understand him holding a microphone, but carrying a black umbrella is so delicate. He must be afraid of getting a little tan."
"Brother Umbrella, you are a show-off." The man wanted to curse again, but his neck felt tight and he couldn't speak or breathe.
Gao Xinhua quietly watched Lou Sheng strangling someone's neck and chuckled.
Then everyone realized that the parking lot was so dark that there was no light at all, and it was as cold as an ice cellar. It seemed that if you looked up you would enter another world.
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