The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Fan Da's face was ugly, and he snorted without speaking.

Qi Yue didn’t mind. He threw the chainsaw off Fanda’s shoes, and couldn’t help but said, "You two are still not experienced enough. How long will it take to recruit? If I were your boss, I would have to be your boss. Furious."

"What are you talking about, I don't understand." Fan Da shook his feet, and took off his shoes in cooperation with Qi Yue, and said: "Speaking of which, we haven't asked you to settle accounts yet! Last time we slid so fast, so troublesome I threw it to us!"

Zheng Quzhi quietly glanced at Wei Yan. Seeing that his expression remained unchanged and his heart felt a little more at ease, he hummed, "Will we not know your ghost thoughts? We are ashamed to blame us! Our prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach and not have the same knowledge as you. , You are stealing from us again."

Seeing Qi Mo took out the passbook from the sole of his shoe, Zheng Quzhi was relieved immediately. At this moment, there was movement at the door again, and Cai Qian and Luo Xintong walked in together.

Wei Yan got up and pulled a paper towel from the side to cover the passbook. Then he took the passbook and handed it to Zheng Quzhi blankly, "Take it."

"Hey, this smell..." Zheng Quzhi frowned in disgust, and reached out to take it.

"Sir, how do you solve these two?" Qi Wei kicked Na Lu Zhishi again with disgust, "Damn, the face of this acne king is really ugly!"

Wei Yan didn't look back, "It's closed."

Seeing Wei Yan walking outside, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly followed, holding the passbook that smelled like his feet, "Shall we give the passbook now?"

"Sir!" Cai Qian was also anxious. After he came in, his husband didn't even look at him. Is he still angry with him?

"Keep a close eye on these two people with Qi Yan." Wei Yan stopped, and walked outside without hesitation after finishing talking.

Zheng Quzhi turned his head and glanced at Cai Qian, and after seeing that the bearded face was filled with loss and frustration, he couldn't help but grinned happily.

***

No. 23, Building B, West End Street is near the house of the female evil spirit, but it seems to be more popular than that street. Just walking on West End Street, you can hear all kinds of homely sounds on both sides of the street, and from time to time you can smell the fragrance of some dishes.

Zheng Quzhi walked in front of Wei Yan in three steps and made two steps to stop him: "This big noon, let's have a meal first!"

It was already past twelve o'clock, and he was panicked with hunger.

Wei Yan lowered his eyelids and gave a hmm.

There are several snack bars on both sides of the street, and Zheng Quzhi chose a dumpling shop. There are not many people in the dumpling shop, and it looks quite quiet. Zheng Quzhi found a place in the corner to pull off his mask and shouted to the boss: "Boss, here are two bowls of three fresh dumplings!"

"Good!" The boss is a dark-skinned middle-aged man with a warm smile on his face.

While waiting for the dumplings to come up, Zheng Quzhi simply took out his cell phone. Since a lot of his illicit material appeared on the Internet, he has developed the habit of reading the news and brushing Weibo from time to time.

Lin Niansi's affairs are still making a lot of noise on the Internet, and some people even spread rumors that Lin Niansi is about to die from a terminal illness. Lin Niansi and the studio's Weibo have long fallen, and they are all concerned and questioned by fans.

But unfortunately, neither Lin Niansi nor the studio was in peace. Zheng Quzhi understands this a little bit. Who knows what will happen after Lin Niansi's illness? What else can the studio clarify?

"Is Lin Niansi's foot okay?" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes to look at Wei Yan, asking like he accidentally.

"Don't you dislike him?" Wei Yan, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised his eyelids, and his eyes became more puzzled.

"I don't like it." Zheng Quzhi leaned back and sighed: "But I don't like to die."

After getting this answer, Wei Yan was not surprised. He lowered his eyelids again, and said casually that he would let Qi Yan solve it. After finishing speaking, he turned to the beginning, with a non-disturbing look.

The dumplings came up quickly, braving the heat and fragrance, Zheng Quzhi drooled when he smelled it. After pouring a lot of vinegar into it, I was satisfied with the dumpling and stuffed it into my mouth.

Inadvertently, seeing Wei Yan frowning and staring at the dumplings, he couldn't help chewing the dumplings and asked vaguely: "What's the matter?"

"There are onions." Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled, staring at the pile of green onions, his brows frowning tighter.

"What's wrong with onions? Eat more onions to become smart!" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Wei Yan didn't pay attention to herself and didn't move his hands, he couldn't help but tsk, and stretched out his chopsticks toward Wei Yan's bowl.

"What are you doing?" Wei Yan raised cold eyes.

"Pick the green onions." Zheng Quzhi picked out the green onions from the bowl, and kept talking, "You talk about you, why are you so picky? That's why I have a good temper and I will pick green onions for you. If I put it on Aunt Lian, it would be nice not to scold you."

"Yeah." Wei Yan's eyebrows softened, and he quietly looked down at Zheng Quzhi, who was on the opposite side, earnestly picking green onions on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke an imperceptible arc.

The owner was too enthusiastic and put a lot of green onions. Zheng Quzhi picked it up for most of the day, but the bowl of dumpling soup was clean and there was no green onion.

"Alright." Zheng Quzhi retracted his hand and looked at the light bowl of dumplings. He couldn't help pushing the vinegar in Wei Yan's direction: "It's more delicious with some vinegar."

Wei Yan didn't get jealous, and Zheng Quzhi didn't force it. Anyway, it was his personal preference that he didn't bother to care about that much.

***

KOKOKO——

After knocking on the door, Zheng Quzhi looked at the door with bated breath, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

According to the information provided by Yanghuai'an, there is a woman named Li Mei who lives here, a junior high school classmate of a 304 man. She is married and has one son and one daughter, both of whom are still in school.

Click——

The door opened a crack, and a woman with curly hair poked her head out: "Who is it looking for?"

"Ms. Li." Zheng Quzhi coughed slightly and took out his passbook: "We are the police. A man passed his property to you before he died. The password is your birthday."

Li Mei took it dubiously, opened it to look at it, and suddenly changed his face, and threw the passbook out: "I don't want it! Take it!"

Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, but before he could react, he saw the woman slam on the door. Looking at the passbook on the ground for a long while, Zheng Quzhi turned his head and looked at Wei Yan: "Damn, shouldn't that man be her ex-boyfriend?"

Wei Yan was silent, but his face was a bit ugly. After a long time, he bent down to pick up the passbook on the ground, turned around and left.

"Hey?" Zheng Quzhi hurried to catch up: "Don't give it to her? What should I do if my corpse wish is not completed? Wei Yan, we can't give up when we encounter a little setback!"

Wei Yan ignored him, walked downstairs and walked around to the back of the building, spotted No. 23, raised his hand and threw the passbook fiercely.

Snapped--

It was the sound of glass breaking, Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened, this Sao operation? ? Before he could react, Wei Yan grabbed his arm and left Building B half-pulled and half-tugged.