Ghost Shelter System

Qin Kun and his party had a big meal at a hotel near the school in the afternoon.

Qin Xue drooled and tried her best to encourage her brother to come here, because here was the pineapple flying pancake she wanted to eat most.

Pineapple flying pancake is derived from Indian flying pancake. The chef rolls the dough into a thin piece and turns it in his hand like a handkerchief with a performative technique.

Qin Kun saw it for the first time and thought it was quite magical.

The flying cakes were crispy and the food was delicious. Yuan Xinghan called a few friends from the art academy, obviously wanting to take care of Prince Mi and Qin Xue.

The few people who came were all school leaders of similar age, and their positions were not high, but they were all young backbones. Seeing that Prince Mi and Qin Xue were familiar with Yuan Xinghan, they naturally treated them like their own little brothers and sisters.

Halfway through Qin Kun's meal, he felt something was wrong in his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the chef making the flying pancakes sneaking into the kitchen, so he left on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

"Xinghan, who is this brother? I remember that you focus on painting and don't pay much attention to human relationships."

A college director in his thirties asked with his face flushed after drinking.

Yuan Xinghan was not good at socializing at the wine table, so he said: "Well, he is a very powerful person. I have something to ask for from him."

"Is there anything you can do to ask for help from others? Haha, you surprised me."

Seeing Yuan Xinghan hesitating, the director couldn't figure out Qin Kun's identity.

…

In the back kitchen of the hotel, at the door of the utility room, Qin Kun held a toothpick in his mouth and leaned against the door frame.

A waitress was lying inside, with her legs raised high up. The fat chef took off his pants to his knees and was between the waitress's legs, working out hard.

This utility room is just one of the kitchens in the hotel. The door is open, but people coming and going outside will only see ingredients and sundries piled inside, and no one can be seen.

Mirage!

"Aqin, I miss you so much!"

The fat chef's voice was almost a growl, and the waitress also made a comforting sound.

After a while, the battle came to an end, and the two of them were sweating profusely.

Suddenly, the waitress patted the fat chef on the shoulder and pointed to the door in horror.

The two of them saw a person standing at the door, looking at them with interest.

"Who are you?!!"

The fat chef asked loudly with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Snapped--

Qin Kun slapped him.

The fat chef covered his face in surprise and trembled: "You can actually... hit me?"

Qin Kun said with a dark face: "Did you make the flying cake at table 8?"

"Ah?" The fat chef's voice faltered, and Qin Kun slapped him again.

"Ah what! Just be your ghost! Next time you make pineapple flying pancakes, knead the yellow paper into the dough. I will fuck you eighteen generations!"

Qin Kun vomited, and a piece of yellow paper stained with saliva was stuck to the fat chef's forehead, which was extremely disgusting.

Qin Kun's face was dark: Damn it, why did this happen to me! This kind of small probability event can hit me on the head, you guys are fucking me!

When he just ate the flying cake, Qin Kun felt something was wrong in his mouth. When he realized it, he knew that he had eaten something 'delicious' that was not an ingredient - a piece of yellow paper that had not been burned when paying homage to the dead. This was the next scene.

In Qin Kun's hand, the urn appeared. The smell on the urn made the male chef and the waitress tremble with fear. This smell made people extremely palpitating, like a huge whirlpool, as if the soul would be sucked in if you got closer.

The fat chef immediately knelt down, not daring to wipe the drool off his forehead. He hugged the waitress and cried loudly: "Master! Please let us go. We used to work in XX Hotel and were burned to death in a fire. After death, I found that I was still floating in the world, and I couldn't go to the underworld. I saw that Aqin was so hungry that I couldn't help it, so I came out and found another job... We didn't harm anyone... I've heard the rules of the underworld, this I only come to work in this hotel at night. During the day, I keep to myself and won’t go out randomly..."

The fat chef and the waitress cried pitifully.

Qin Kun could tell that the waitress was a wild ghost who could not condense her body in the world and could only hide in the dark place of the utility room. The fat chef was more powerful and was a high-level evil ghost who could condense his body. Find a job in this world!

"Nonsense, if you had harmed others, I would have killed you long ago!" Qin Kun planned to take in the two ghosts, but finally thought about it and took back the urn, "In the future, when you make flying cakes, you will mix yellow paper with them. Don't blame me. I’ll beat you up!”

There is indeed no odor on the two ghosts. They are self-reliant ghosts after death. This is the first time Qin Kun has seen them. I don’t know how they survived.

"Thank you, Master! We will never forget Master's great kindness!" The fat chef kowtowed quickly, and the female ghost waiter also kowtowed with him, not daring to speak.

Qin Kun glanced at the two ghosts on the ground, snorted coldly, patted his butt and left.

Today is the first time Qin Kun has seen that a fierce ghost can work as a chef in the Yangjian Hotel. This is absolutely ridiculous!

Qin Kun returned to the dining table, and the group ate, drank, and chatted for a while before the meal ended.

…

In the evening, Prince Mi and Qin Xue were sent back to school, while Qin Kun and Yuan Xinghan rested in the car.

"Director Qin, do you think something will really happen to the teacher tonight?"

Yuan Xinghan lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression. It seemed that she was somewhat looking forward to being needed by Jiang Lan, but also a little worried that something might happen to the teacher.

The car is parked in the middle of the Bieyuan area and the demolition area, so you can get there immediately if something happens.

Qin Kun leaned on the passenger seat: "80% chance. Brother Yuan, you are already in your 30s. Why are you worried about this little thing? Didn't your teacher go to the hospital for a checkup? He is in good health. So the ghost on the dressing table tonight After being accepted by me, your teacher promises to start being active tomorrow."

Qin Kun grinned: "When my little lover Lan Lan is happy, you, an older young man, who has saved more than 30 years of savings, will be released."

Yuan Xinghan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was considered a maverick, and he often read pornographic jokes, but compared to Qin Kun, who spoke in a high-level pornographic accent, it was really incomparable. Are all gangsters so literate nowadays?

At 9 o'clock in the evening, before it entered the second half of the night that Qin Kun mentioned, Yuan Xinghan was taking a nap while leaning on the driver's seat, when suddenly the phone rang.

"Brother Yuan! Something happened to my father. Where are you?"

It's Jiang Lan!

…

In the Jiang family residence, the old lady looked at her husband in surprise: "Old man, what's wrong with you!"

Jiang Boxiu covered his chest and found it difficult to speak.

Just now in the westmost room in the backyard, Jiang Lan let out a scream, and Zhang Ke rushed in without hesitation. Jiang Boxiu in the study got up and wanted to break into the west room.

But as soon as he stood up, a huge feeling of dizziness swept over him, as if something had been taken out of his body. Jiang Boxiu fell onto the bed and had difficulty breathing.

"Lan Lan! Xiao Zhang! Where are you?"

The old lady panicked, and suddenly, a man's figure ran out of the west room in embarrassment.

Zhang Ke's two sleeves were scratched and the blood marks on his body were shocking. The previous calmness and elegance were completely gone: "Auntie, there is a ghost in this house!!!"

The old lady's hands trembled and she shouted: "What nonsense!"

"Auntie, what I said is true!" Zhang Ke lost control of his emotions.

"Xiao Zhang, go see your uncle quickly!"

Zhang Ke felt a chill in his heart. The reason why he was able to run out of this room was because he saw the ghost capture Uncle Jiang in!

Zhang Ke opened Jiang Boxiu's eyelids: "Auntie, uncle, he may not be saved! This is a sudden death, there is no way to save him! I have to leave quickly!"

"Zhang Ke! How can you leave?" The old lady was shocked, "You are a specially invited private doctor!"

Zhang Ke's expression suddenly turned serious. "I want to leave immediately!"

The old lady was pushed to the ground.

flutter--

In the west room, another shadow was pushed out. Jiang Lan was now naked and wearing a bellyband for some reason. Her face was pale and she fell to the ground with almost no blood. The skin on her arms was broken and blood oozed.

"Lanlan!"

The old lady hurriedly helped Jiang Lan up, took off her cotton coat and put it on her, "What on earth is going on?"

Everything that happened now was beyond the old lady's cognitive scope.

Jiang Lan's eyes were red and she didn't want to say anything more. She picked up the mobile phone in the study and dialed a number: "Mom, where is the talisman that Qin Kun gave me before he left?"

"I-I threw it in the trash can!"

Jiang Lan took the phone and ran to the trash can regardless of the coldness all over her body.

(To be continued)

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