The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"It's almost gone!" Someone was dispersing the crowd over there.

Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes and glanced, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"By the way, I have to explain one thing to you." Zheng Quzhi quickly retracted his gaze and quickly took Wei Yan to the ward.

On the ground, the eyes of the corpse who hadn't been lifted up suddenly twisted slightly, turning to the direction where Zheng Quzhi had left, and the corners of his mouth were raised strangely.

Zheng Quzhi, who returned to the ward, first grabbed a glutinous rice chicken and took a bite in his mouth. Then he said to Wei Yan, "Do you remember the time when the training camp finally escaped? You didn't find me before."

"Huh?" Wei Yan tilted his head and looked at Zheng Quzhi in a daze, "What?"

"I met a black person, and then I met again in the murder house." Zheng Quzhi fixed his eyes on Wei Yan for an instant, and refused to let go of his emotional changes: "He called Shen Dao, calling me brother."

Suddenly, there was no expression on Wei Yan's face. A handsome face seemed to be blank, with his eyebrows drooped, not knowing what he was thinking, but there was no words.

"Wei Yan, do you know him?" Taking a deep breath, Zheng Quzhi put his hand on Wei Yan's arm and held him tightly.

In fact, he wanted to talk about this a few days ago, but he has a bad memory and often put things behind his head. But just now, he saw the man named Shen Dao again.

He was still completely black, standing in the crowd, with his face facing his direction, as if looking at him. But he couldn't see the face clearly. A cloak seemed to really cover it up. No matter how hard Zheng Quzhi tried, he couldn't see the face hidden in the cloak.

Zheng Quzhi has a hunch that Shen Dao has been following him all the time, watching his every move from behind, even in the future.

"Wei Yan?" Seeing Wei Yan not speaking, Zheng Qu's eyebrows jumped, thinking of Wei Chen that Shen Dao said.

"I don't know." Wei Yan finally raised his eyes, still calm and calm, "but I know you met him."

Every time Shen Dao came to Zheng Quzhi, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He always left his own taste, which was disgusting.

Zheng Quzhi's face was still dazed: "You know?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, holding back the latter sentence. He didn't know Shen Dao, but he knew there was this person. Wei Chen... met Shen Dao.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled.

"I just saw him again." Zheng Quzhi didn't notice Wei Yan's strangeness. Hearing that Wei Yan knew Shen Dao, he didn't know whether he let go or raised his heart. He quickly vomited what was in his stomach and said it later. It was too late: "It seems that no one else can see him. Could it be that he killed the girl?"

That Shen Dao was not a good person at first sight, maybe he was the one who killed him.

"Is he in the hospital?" Wei Yan's expression turned ugly, and his brows instantly frowned. He got up, walked around the house for a few steps, then turned his head: "Don't move in the house, I'll go out and have a look."

"Okay." Zheng Quzhi nodded, thought for a while and handed over a dumpling: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet? What if you have some, or else you have a stomachache?"

Take him, for example, his stomachache was just because he didn't eat breakfast. He thought it was nothing, but he didn't expect that it would become a serious problem if he dragged it over time and time.

Wei Yan lowered his head to bite the dumplings, and smoothly touched Zheng Quzhi's head, and whispered, "Wait for me to come back."

"Good." Zheng Quzhi replied simply, putting his feet in place, and getting into bed carefully: "I'll just lie down on the bed and wait for you to come back."

Wei Yan went out with satisfaction. After closing the door, he bit his finger and drew on the door for a while. After watching that for a while, he retracted his gaze and sighed in a low voice before turning to leave. .

As soon as Wei Yan left, Zheng Quzhi's cell phone rang.

At first glance, it was Lian Liankan, Zheng Qu knew the corners of his mouth twitched, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he answered the phone, "What's wrong, Aunt Lian?"

"Are you hospitalized again?" Lian Liankan's voice almost made Zheng Quzhi's ears deaf.

Zheng Quzhi sighed, and quickly moved the phone away, half complaining and half acting coquettishly: "What are you doing so loudly? Is a man called a man if he doesn't get hurt? It's not a serious matter, but his ankle is sprained again."

"Why did you have so many things this year, why did you get hurt again?" Even Lian Kan didn't know whether it was angry or distressed. He babbled for a long time, and finally said: "Why did you follow Mr. Wei and get hurt? Is the ghost tied up? Didn’t it mean that he would protect you?"

"That's not to blame him." Zheng Quzhi subconsciously told Wei Yan, "It was me who killed him. Who would have thought that I had osteoporosis. Like an old man, I would break at every turn. You say you are not angry?"

The opposite was surprisingly quiet. A few seconds later, Lian Liankan's calming voice came: "Zhi'er, tell me honestly, did Wei Yan take you to do something bad?"

Zheng Quzhi calmly continued: "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's take care of yourself!"

"I'm fine." Lian Liankan's voice became a little greasy and crooked: "I'm in love again."

"With whom?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and Aunt Lian was relieved from breaking up with Yan Yan so quickly?

"Yan Yan." Lian Liankan triumphantly added another sentence: "She chased me again, let's see, people have a crush on me since high school, Meng Sao."

How about high school?

Zheng Quzhi remembered what Lin Niansi had said before, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. Fate is something no one can tell. It seems that even Lian Kan seems to be serious this time, otherwise he won’t separate and reunite, so Zheng Quzhi also sincerely blessed you: “Congratulations, I wish you and Yan Yan live together, have a beautiful son, get married early, let I have more nephews and nieces to play with."

"Hey, what is my child doing for you!" Lian Liankan suddenly forgot to do business, "Go ahead, go to your hospital and stay, nothing serious, hang up!"

After speaking, hung up the phone quickly.

Hearing the busy tone, Zheng Quzhi twitched and clicked on Weibo. Sure enough, there was news about him being admitted to the hospital on the Internet, and all kinds of speculations came again. Every keyboard man was imaginative and squirming.

Zheng Quzhi turned a few comments and didn't bother to read it. When he turned off Weibo and was about to put down his phone, Lin Niansi called again.

"Danan Lin has so much time?" He said with a smile.

"Are you hurt?" Lin Niansi asked straightforwardly without responding to Zheng Quzhi's joking.

"Hmm." Zheng Quzhi frowned when he heard that it was about this again, a little annoying.

"You have Mr. Wei by your side, I'm not very worried." Lin Niansi said immediately: "I'm just here to greet you, and by the way, have you done what I asked you to do last time? What's wrong with Mr. Wei? Something?"