As the old saying goes, living people have yang eyes and can only see things in the yang world.
There is also something special, that is, what is commonly called "yin and yang eyes."
Yin and yang eyes mean that living people can see ghosts.
Song Li was the first person who could see me after I was transparent, but according to him, it was because he grew up in a temple with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and was influenced by chanting sutras and incense for a long time.
When he was five years old, he accidentally opened his eyes.
This heavenly eye is not of much use, it can only see things that ordinary people cannot see.
As for the ghost possessing Qian Yongliang, as a ghost, he could not only see me after possessing me, but also accurately tell the fact that my soul was lost.
This ghost was very unusual.
"Yin eyes can be said to be a kind of supernatural power of ghosts.
Generally speaking, they are discovered only after death."
Song Li said, "It is somewhat similar to living people with yin and yang eyes.
They can visit the past and foresee the future."
It was so powerful that I blinked my eyes and listened carefully.
"However," Song Li quickly changed his tone, "Looking at him, he probably hasn't reached this level.
He's probably the same as me.
He just happened to see it."
I flattened my lips and said, "But he knows that my earthly soul is lost."
Bai Ming'an interjected coolly: "You, a living person, turned into a ghost for no reason.
Any ghost who has lived longer can guess what happened."
Ah, let's put it this way, he is just an experienced old ghost.
I was so scared just now.
It was so embarrassing.
Song Li smiled: "What else did he say?"
I answered truthfully: "He said he would go back to Dole Cake Shop tomorrow morning to buy cakes."
Song Li raised his eyebrows, and Bai Ming'an said calmly: "In that case, let's go back."
I nodded, yes, there would be nothing gained if I stayed any longer.
When returning to the room.
I saw an uninvited guest, a handsome man with long legs and head shaking, Li Lin.
Seeing his face, I immediately exited and was about to close the door, but he stopped me: "Hey, wait a minute."
You are too slow.
Reluctantly, I stopped.
She looked at him with a sullen expression: "Why don't you, Detective Li, stay up late at night?
Are you not afraid of someone reporting you for breaking into a private house?"
Li Lin made a clang and lowered his legs.
He stood up and walked over.
He was tall.
When he came to the front, he lowered his head and looked down at me, with a slanted corner of his mouth.
Throw out two words: "No, afraid."
I'll pretend to be a ghost next time and scare you to death, huh.
"Go and call your two friends.
I gave you the money, and of course I have to check your work."
He looked like an uncle.
I muttered and walked out: "For only 30,000 yuan, I can treat myself as a customer."
Five minutes later, everyone arrived.
After hearing our report, Li Lin cast a faint look: "Nothing was found."
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He put one foot on the bed again, and a black shoe print was instantly printed on the white sheets.
I was angry: "Hey" Li Lin squinted over.
The original carelessness was replaced by silence and solemnity, looking at those eyes full of wildness and oppression.
I couldn't help but be startled, I had never seen Li Lin like this before.
Perhaps, this is his true face beneath his unruly appearance.
Li Lin narrowed his eyes and looked coldly: "Don't tell me any nonsense about the prodigal son turning back.
Do you know who he is?
Qian Yongliang.
His name was Zhang Cheng twenty-eight years ago.
Zhang Cheng was only seventeen years old at the time.
Four cases were committed in his hometown, one of which was a homicide.
The victims were all teenagers of the same age as him.
Over the years, he has engaged in no less shady business than He Taimin.
No, he is more greedy than He Taimin.
The difference is that He Taimin is greedy for money, while Qian Yongliang is obsessed with power.
The sense of dignity that can trample others under his feet is what he has always pursued.
Do you think he is a good person now, so that everything can be wiped away?
But just half a year ago, in his luxury apartment in the city, a girl who was old enough to be his daughter was tortured to death by him.
As a result, he found a scapegoat, got rid of all the evidence, and the perverted devil was free.
You say, with such a past, Qian Yongliang can be considered kind."
His tone was neither urgent nor slow, with a restrained coldness, which touched the nerves in my ears.
I moved my mouth, but not a word came out.
After a while, Bai Ming'an spoke: "Detective Li, don't worry, we will do things for your money, we won't let you down."
"It's best this way, otherwise" Li Lin stood up, his black leather jacket glowing coldly under the incandescent light.
He glanced at Bai Ming'an steadily, "I can go back on what you asked for at any time.
Hum. ” Bai Ming'an narrowed his pupils suddenly.
Seeing his expression, Li Lin twitched the corners of his mouth and quickly left the room.
I walked up and asked curiously: "What was he talking about just now?"
I thought of the cemetery he went to every time, and asked intuitively: "Do you want him to help you find someone?"
Every time he came back from the cemetery, although he never spoke, I knew he was disappointed again when I saw that he was more taciturn than before.
The person he was looking for was never found.
Bai Ming'an glanced at me coldly and said in a very indifferent tone: "Don't meddle in other people's business, Ning Huan."
I choked up, turned my face away, and backed away.
If you don't say it, don't say it.
He's just a dead man whose whereabouts are unknown.
What do I have to do with him?
Bah.
"Okay, Ning Ning, you should rest early.
I'm leaving."
Song Li smiled at me and followed Bai Ming'an out.
I said I didn't care, but when I was lying on the bed after washing, this question kept lingering in my mind.
Finally, I couldn't help but bury my head in the pillow and felt a vibration.
He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, which Song Li fought hard for.
Bai Ming'an didn't like mobile phones, so he only bought two.
Song Li and I had a couple's model, one black and one white.
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Looking at the caller ID, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.
It was an unknown number.
Should I answer it or not?
When I was in sales, I developed the habit of answering any call, maybe it was a potential customer.
But now I looked at the time, it was still early, and I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I just picked it up.
I pressed the call button: "Hello, who is this?"
A steady baritone voice came from the other side: "Xiao Huan, it's me."
It's Cheng Wenjian.
My mind went blank for a moment.
What was wrong with him calling?
Why did he know my number?
He was investigating me, bastard.
Cheng Wenjian called over there several times: "Xiao Huan, Xiao Huan, are you listening?"
"Go away" I roared angrily and pressed the phone.
The next second it vibrated again and moved slightly on the soft bed.
I pressed it and called again, persevering, over and over again.
Finally, my brain finally came to my senses and it was clear and simple.
I took out the battery, threw the three-piece mobile phone on the bedside table, closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Naturally, I had an uneasy sleep.
The next day when I went to the cake shop, I saw Qian Yongliang with two dark circles under his eyes.
He was surprised, and then handed me a fragrant custard bun and a bottle of fresh milk with a smile.
Milk, you said you wanted to treat me
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