The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The female ghost was anxious, but couldn't move them, and finally hit her head against the wall in annoyance.

Yang Huaian calmed down and kicked the door fiercely with his legs stretched out. Although he looks young, his strength is not small. When he was in the police school, he was the strongest in his platoon.

The female ghost didn't seem to care about them anymore, but stubbornly slammed into the wall, and blood shed all over the floor. Thanks to this, Yang Huai'an kicked the door open with a few kicks.

Zheng Quzhi was overjoyed and walked out carrying Wei Yan on his back.

They were all looking forward, so they didn't see Wei Yan's hand moving slightly, his long eyes lifted slightly, and a red light flashed away. And the female ghost that hit the wall instantly turned into ashes, and an insignificant black light flooded Wei Yan's body.

***

When I got out of the room just now, the outside became dark again, and even people looked down on it. Zheng Quzhi hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight function.

The extra light in the darkness made Zheng Qu feel at ease, and said to Yanghuai'an in front of him: "Isn't that looking for clues? Is there any clue in that room just now?"

The Yang Huai'an in front paused slightly, and only after a while did he calmly said, "No."

Although he was flustered for a long time because of the nail-painted ghost, he still looked at the layout of the room. That room was almost an empty room with unobstructed views, without any place to hide clues.

"Okay." Zheng Quzhi drooped his face and said silently again: "I said your police's physical fitness is too poor, right? You can't even carry a man on your back. You can still catch bad guys and defend your country. ?"

Yang Huai'an, who was suspected of his ability, had a halt, blushing for the most part, and even ignoring that he was in a weird place, shouted, "Why is my strength weaker? It's obviously that he is too heavy!"

Is it too young to withstand the stimulation of others? Zheng Quzhi shook his head, covered his eyes thoughtfully, and answered: "Yes, yes, he is too heavy."

The second room has arrived, Yanghuai'an is still a little angry, the first half of the sentence is not very good, and the second half of the sentence is already polite: "This is 202, shall we go in?"

"If you don't go in, what can we do?" Zheng Quzhi sighed, carefully tilted his head to look at Wei Yan, and was slightly startled when he saw that his expression improved.

When Zheng Quzhi was startled, Yang Huaian had already opened the door.

The entrance is four beds, it looks like this is a ward. But Zheng Quzhi and Yanghuai'an will naturally not forget that this is a hospital in a haunted house, and this haunted house is built on a mass grave.

Thinking of this, the two became vigilant.

Zheng Quzhi hadn't eaten for a long time, and after running for so long with Wei Yan on his back, there were people on his tired legs, so he walked towards the bed when he saw the bed.

After looking at the bed, he even made Yang Huaian squat down to look under the bed. After seeing nothing, Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the quilt to put Wei Yan down.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

On the white sheet, a woman lay there. The white bed sheet was stained red with blood, and I was caught off guard by opening the quilt, just like suddenly turning on a switch. The woman lying on it immediately shouted heartbreakingly: "Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!! "

The expression on her face was distorted and painful, and she looked like a weak woman who was really about to be killed. But the premise is to ignore the big hole in her chest and the missing forehead.

Zheng Quzhi stepped back subconsciously, his face pale.

But this female ghost seemed to be completely invisible to Zheng Quzhi and Yang Huai'an, she just screamed for herself.

Yang Huai'an breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the female ghost with admiration, and nodded: "That's it. Those who don't cause trouble to the people are good citizens."

After a pause and frowning, he pushed away Zheng Quzhi and stood in front of the female ghost's bed. He sternly taught: "Miss, your way of calling for help is wrong..."

The female ghost's yelling stopped suddenly, her expression looked as if she was stunned, she directly twisted her neck and twisted her head in an abnormal direction, and said stiffly, "What should I do..."

"First of all you have to call the police, and then you should not yell like this, you should stabilize the murderer's mood..."

The female ghost nodded sensibly, and suddenly realized: "Ah...no wonder I will die, it turned out to be like this..."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Anyway, there would be no trouble if the two of them had symbols on them. Zheng Quzhi relaxed, and regardless of Yang Huai'an, he came to another bed with Wei Yan on his back. He just opened the quilt and stopped.

Some of the strangely hanging heads were facing the eyes of the ghost on the bed. Zheng Quzhi pulled the corner of his mouth and put the quilt back in to cover the terrifying face.

Needless to say, there must be ghosts in the remaining beds. Zheng Quzhi didn't want to meet those ghosts again, so he carried Wei Yan to the corner. Correcting Wei Yan's head to one side, he sighed, holding Wei Yan's face, and said, "Mr. Wei, you are wronged."

If Cai Qian saw that he put his husband on the ground casually, maybe he would fight him desperately.

"Don't be fussy, hurry up and look for clues." When he turned around, seeing Comrade Xiaoyang still spreading knowledge to female ghosts, Zheng Quzhi turned his black face and shouted to him.

Yang Huaian stopped talking, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he took a step back subconsciously. He actually forgot that the person in front of him was already dead, and it was useless to spread this knowledge to her.

"Say...you say it!" Seeing that people stopped talking, the female ghost seemed to be dissatisfied, and she slowly got up from the bed and looked towards Yanghuai'an with her hollow eyes.

"You are dead, saying that these are no longer useful to you." Yang Huai'an said straightforwardly, looking at her with pity in his eyes.

Hearing this, the female ghost seemed to suddenly realize: "Ah...I'm dead..."

Yang Huaian had already turned around and rummaged in the room with Zheng Quzhi, but the ghosts on the bed didn't bother them. Finally, except for the bed, everything else was searched.

"Huh? Why is it so heavy?" Yang Huai'an punched his shoulder, his face a little tired.

Zheng Quzhi pursed his lips, looked at Comrade Xiaoyang, and breathed suddenly. I don't know when it started, but there was a little girl lying on his back, with blue-gray arms around Yang Huaian's neck tightly.

but……

Didn't he give him the talisman?

"Comrade Xiaoyang." Zheng Quzhi said dumbly, "Do you want to look back?"

As soon as the voice fell, the little girl turned her head to look at Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi suddenly breathed, this little girl actually has two heads!

One has a slightly larger head, with nose and eyes on his face, but no mouth. The other head is slightly to the left, the face is quite small, but there is only one mouth on the whole face.