Ghost Shelter System

In Maomao's house, there are drawing boards and toys.

Sun Yuan's family was not short of money, and sets of Lego bricks formed a toy city and were placed on Nuo Da's desk.

Lego bricks are built to look like a zombie siege, and the villains inside are all miserable little ghosts.

On the drawing board, Sun Maomao drew him and the little ghost together, having fun.

"Get out! I don't like you!"

Seeing Qin Kun come in, Sun Yuan's son pointed at Qin Kun and said loudly.

At the door, Sun Yuan glared angrily: "Maomao! Why are you talking to uncle? Uncle is here to help you this time."

"I don't need his help, let him get out!!" Maomao suddenly screamed.

The child's scream was extremely harsh, penetrating through the window and reaching outside at night.

In the courtyard of the villa next door, the window opened, and the owner's helpless voice came: "Sun Yuan! What happened to your Maomao?"

Hearing this sound, Maomao must have screamed often at night. I don't know if it was because he was afraid of strangers or for other reasons.

Sun Yuan hurriedly replied: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry!" After saying that, he covered Maomao's mouth and slapped him hard on the butt several times.

"Don't cry!" Sun Yuan said sternly.

Qin Kun was nearby and saw Sun Yuan beating Maomao. The female ghost with a sinister face was heartbroken.

The female ghost was blocked by Niu Meng and looked at Qin Kun begging for mercy. Qin Kun said: "Come on Sun Yuan, stop beating the child. You go out first, and I will talk to him."

Sun Yuan said apologetically: "Master Qin, I'm sorry for the trouble. I'd better stay here. This kid is very disobedient. If I go out, I'll have to yell again."

Qin Kun said it was okay.

Sun Yuan nodded and walked out of the room.

In the room, Maomao looked at Qin Kun with hostility: "Get out!!"

Qin Kun tried his best to put on a pleasant expression. He saw several little ghosts beside Maomao looking at Niu Meng in fear, and then clinging to Maomao's ears, instigating something. Maomao stood in front of them and shouted loudly.

bad boy? Sorry, I specialize in treating naughty children.

Qin Kun smiled and said: "Maomao, if you don't obey, the children around you will be implicated."

Qin Kun found that the group of brats looked at him confidently, with sneers in their eyes, looking at him with disdain, while Maomao used his special move, screaming.

ah--

The unique scream of a child, the penetrating power of the noise can almost pierce a person's eardrum. Anyone who hears it will go crazy and want to pick him up and beat him.

Qin Kun ignored Maomao's screams and reached out to grab him. The kid who had just encouraged Maomao fell into Qin Kun's hand. The kid looked at Qin Kun in horror. Qin Kun used his five fingers to squeeze him cleanly and explode. .

Snapped--

The little ghost screamed miserably, and his soul flew away, causing Maomao's screams to stop abruptly.

"Did you really turn a deaf ear to what I said?"

Qin Kun's face darkened, his eyes fierce.

Two more brats were caught by him, cracked twice, and crushed on the spot.

The urn reminded that the imp was too weak to be included. Qin Kun simply crushed these slanderous imps, which was definitely the most suitable choice.

Maomao seemed to be frightened by Qin Kun's ferocity. When he saw three children who usually played with him were killed by Qin Kun at once, his nose suddenly twitched and he was about to cry.

Qin Kun put on a harmless smile: "Maomao, if you cry again, I will kill them all."

Maomao covered his mouth and kept sobbing: "I won't cry anymore! Uncle!"

"Be good, this is a good boy." Qin Kun patted Maomao's head approvingly.

He saw that there were four little ghosts beside Maomao. They finally knew they were afraid and huddled up beside him.

Qin Kun lit a cigarette and took a long breath: "You can see them, right?"

Maomao nodded and looked at Qin Kun in horror, fearing that Qin Kun would kill all his friends.

Qin Kun said: "Then can you see your mother?"

Maomao was stunned and shook his head.

Qin Kun thought: Since Mao Mao couldn't see his mother, it only proved that this female ghost had never appeared in front of Mao Mao. Perhaps out of the protection of the child, he was afraid of scaring him. After all, with this ferocious look on his face, he must have died of illness and had been injected with hormone drugs, and his death was very painful.

"You killed your child."

Qin Kun turned his head, looked at the corner of the room, and said to the air.

"I didn't!!" the female ghost argued.

"You do." Qin Kun said, "The child may have become autistic because of your death, but he has always hidden it in his heart and his life is still as usual. But I am sure that these little ghosts are the playmates you brought him half a year ago. From that time on, he didn’t need other friends but played with these little devils.”

Qin Kun said: "Humans are social animals and have lived in groups since ancient times. Don't you understand this? How can Yang people live with ghosts?"

The female ghost didn’t want to admit it and was still quibbling: “You, you also have a ghost!”

"My life is tough, can't I?" Qin Kun's reason made the female ghost unable to refute for a while.

"As a mother of a child, it is ridiculous to find a group of little ghosts for your child to play with. How did you grow your brain?! If you continue like this for a long time, your child will soon go to accompany you. Is this the result you want?" Qin Kun frowned.

The female ghost opened her mouth, her face twitched twice, and tears flowed out.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Qin Kun could not care about the family's personal differences. He said to Maomao: "I will give you two choices now. One, I will kill all these brats in front of you. Two, let them go." Let them go.”

"No!" Maomao refused loudly.

"Then just watch them die."

Qin Kun is now not a psychiatrist who is as holy as a missionary, but a devil. Two balls of green fire appear in his hands, and a coldness fills the room.

"No! Maomao, don't let him come over!!"

Several little ghosts screamed in fear. They found that they could not penetrate the room and leave.

Qin Kun had long ago released the mirage soul technique, trapping them in the mirage world.

"Uncle! I beg you... They are my good friends..." Maomao cried softly.

Qin Kun could be cruel to men and women, but he still couldn't be cruel to a child who showed his true feelings. Even if this is a naughty kid who was used as a weapon by a kid.

have to.

Qin Kun sighed: "Do you like painting?" Qin Kun tried to divert his attention.

Maomao was stunned and nodded.

Qin Kun made a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, a panting voice answered: "Director Qin? It's so late, is there anything wrong?"

This call was made to Yuan Xinghan. Painter Yuan was the only one around Qin Kun who knew how to draw. Qin Kun knew that if he killed these little devils, Maomao might be even more uncomfortable and unbalanced. The hearts of children are the most difficult to understand. , it is better to divert his attention.

"Brother Yuan, I have a kid here who likes to draw. How about recommending a famous teacher to me?"

Qin Kun felt that only by letting Maomao enter a normal circle of friends could he get rid of his loneliness. Maybe he could forget about these brats and live a normal life.

If he continues like this, he will probably be sucked dry of his yang energy by the brats.

Yuan Xinghan immediately replied: "No problem, I'll take care of it!"

Um?

Qin Kun heard a woman's gasp on the other side of the phone. Seeing Maomao present, he didn't dare to say anything nasty. He smiled and said, "It seems you are still busy." The word "busy" was accented.

Yuan Xinghan coughed dryly: "I'm... busy. Why don't I finish my work and call you first?"

Qin Kun was happy. Yuan Xinghan was really upright. He didn't want to disturb other people's good things. It was a favor for him to answer his phone at this time. Qin Kun said: "No, I'll let the kid Parents will contact you. Tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Yuan Xinghan agreed immediately.

Qin Kun hung up the phone, looked at Maomao and said, "Have you made your choice?"

"Maomao, let us go..."

The few little devils looked at Maomao pitifully. For a moment, Maomao couldn't make a choice.

Seeing that Qin Kun was a little impatient, several little ghosts tried their best to say: "Maomao, being with us will harm you. We are bad boys..."

Maomao was a little reluctant to let go. It seemed that he also realized that he had been with them for a long time in the past six months, and he had become very strange. He was afraid of light, people, and even more afraid of crowded situations. He seemed to want to play with his friends at school, but for some reason, he couldn't return to a normal life.

Even so, Maomao still couldn't bear to part with his 'little friend'.

Qin Kun had no choice but to spend 100 merits in exchange for a veil that covered the dead person's face and handed it to the female ghost.

"Give you half an hour to convince him. This thing can hide the appearance of your death. Remember, this is your chance!"

The female ghost was stunned, her eyes were red, and she suddenly felt grateful and nodded towards Qin Kun.

Qin Kun left Maomao's room and when he closed the door, he suddenly heard a frightened but aggrieved voice: "Mom, mom..."

Outside the door is Sun Yuan.

Seeing Qin Kun come out, Sun Yuan's eyes were red.

"Master Qin...can I go in and see my wife?"

Qin Kun shook his head: "There is a difference between yin and yang. I made an exception to let her show up to see the child."

Qin Kun knew that when death is extremely painful and a person turns into a ghost, he will be very violent. Such ghosts can easily affect a person's emotions, making people violent, world-weary, and have negative emotions.

Qin Kun was sure that the female ghost would not harm his son, but it might have an impact on Sun Yuan. Once she becomes dissatisfied with Sun Yuan, Sun Yuan will be in trouble, and she doesn't want to cause trouble in vain.

Seeing that Sun Yuan was a little disappointed, Qin Kun said: "This is a painter's phone number. Call him tomorrow. I will ask him to find a painting class for Maomao. You can send it there tomorrow."

Sun Yuan asked cautiously: "Does it work? I have tried letting Maomao play with children of the same age before, but he locked himself up again within a few days."

"Divert your attention. It's not just for fun. I think Maomao has some talent. Even if he is painting silently among a group of people, it is better than playing with blocks with a group of brats."

Sun Yuan thought it made sense, so he nodded.

Half an hour passed quickly. Qin Kun and Sun Yuan were smoking downstairs when they saw Maomao walking down alone.

Behind Maomao is the female ghost.

"Uncle, can I learn to paint?" Maomao asked cautiously.

Qin Kun nodded and smiled slightly: "Why not?"

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