The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Is it all right?" Wei Yan frowned, a little helpless between his brows: "This is a magnetic field effect. I can't help you."

"It's okay." Zheng Qu knows his forehead, stares bitterly at the door of 304, and scolds: "Damn, it's endless! I'm not the murderer of him, why do I do it!"

Wei Yan lowered his head and glanced, his face suddenly changed.

Zheng Quzhi hadn't noticed yet, he cursed and prepared to push open the unlocked door. Wei Yan quickly grabbed him, and his voice became cold for a few degrees: "Someone has gone in."

"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi was startled, and followed Wei Yan's gaze. Sure enough, there were a few small footprints on the dusty and dirty ground. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to see it.

The footprints are a bit messy and don't look like a person.

"It seems that two people have been here, and they have just arrived, and their footprints are quite fresh." After observing for a while, Zheng Quzhi came to a conclusion.

Wei Yan got a little wary in his eyes, and withdrew his gaze from the footprints, with no happiness or anger on his face, he said calmly, "It seems that some people are more anxious than us."

Zheng Quzhi didn't understand these words, and before he could continue to ask, Wei Yan passed him and opened the door.

The smell of musty and dampness came over his face. Zheng Quzhi took a breath and raised his hand to cover his nose. Without hesitation on his feet, he walked inside behind Wei Yan.

He has only been here once, and he is quite impressed.

There was once the corpse of the little boy lying next to the door, and the man whispering to him with blood bubbles in his mouth hovered in his mind, so his head hurt more and more.

Wei Yan glanced around his eyes earnestly, and the coldness between his brows could reach hundreds of meters away. He squatted halfway under the table in the living room, looking at the trace of movement, his tone was cold: "Something has been taken away."

"Take it away?!!!" Zheng Quzhi was horrified, "Then I can't fulfill his wish? Shouldn't I die of headache?"

Turning his head, seeing that Wei Yan was not strategizing as before, and he was holding the winning ticket, he immediately thought about it, and added another sentence inexplicably: "But with you here, it should be solved?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan's eyes flashed.

After a long time, Wei Yan's frowning eyebrows gradually unfolded. The coldness from before disappeared, and there was a rare smile in his voice: "Naturally."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another bang upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Cai Qian's furious curse followed: "Fuck you! Qi Yan! Can you **** stop being so sick!"

Zheng Quzhi looked down quickly. After a long while, he raised his head and scanned the room again. Seeing that most of the things in the room were the same as before, he couldn't help but ask Wei Yan again: "The things here have not changed."

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, remembering what Qi Yue had reported, and slowly said: "Externally, the father and son committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills."

"Sleeping pills commit suicide?" Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, "Didn't it be killed by a woman?"

"Yes." Wei Yan nodded, "That is their soul. The soul is killed by a ghost, so people can't survive. Two people died inexplicably, and there were no wounds on their bodies, so the police would naturally find someone to close the case."

Zheng Quzhi Yu Guang glanced at Wei Yan slantingly, seeing that he could still look as usual in this musty environment, and he suddenly admired him.

"What about the kindergarten teacher?" After thinking about it, Zheng Quzhi asked again, "Are there dozens of parents and children?"

So many people died together, it should have caused a great sensation, right?

"The cause of the kindergarten teacher's death was a car accident. As for the dozens of parents returning their children..." Wei Yan gave a slight pause, "The cause of death was a fire."

A party, but a fire broke out.

The fire was so big that the firefighters couldn't get in. When people put out the fire, they only saw charred bodies.

Hearing this answer, Zheng Quzhi was a little surprised. It's a pity that so many lives are gone like this...

"Then what are we doing next?" Zheng Quzhi asked again. Now that the passbook has been taken away, are they going to No. 23 West End Street?

"Go to 404." Wei Yan glanced at Zheng Quzhi for unknown meaning, and resisted the movement to lead him. His voice was as calm as ever: "They should also be finished."

Too much love for war is not a good phenomenon.

Watching Wei Yan's back for a long while, Zheng Quzhi scratched his head and glanced at his own hands, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. When in the illusion, every time Wei Yan left, he would take him along.

Now that he left alone, what was going on with so many complicated emotions inexplicably? ?

"Damn, you're sober!" Zheng Quzhi patted his head helplessly, dispelled those emotions, and strode towards Wei Yan.

Before taking a few steps, my feet staggered suddenly.

Zheng Quzhi finally stabilized his body and looked down subconsciously. There are actually a few pieces of moss on the ground, and it was these things that almost made him fall into the mud.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes, and was about to leave, but he saw something in the corner.

"Hey?" He squatted down quickly and picked up the thing. This is a line of about six centimeters. It is very similar to the burning line in the firecrackers played by children.

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and he frowned and put the fuel string in his pocket.

"What's the matter?" Wei Yan turned around at some point and looked at Zheng Quzhi quietly.

Zheng Quzhi groaned, after all he took out the burning wire in his pocket again, and walked towards Wei Yan: "Wei Yan, do you think this looks like the burning wire of Fan Da and Lu Zhishi?"

Hearing this, Wei Yan's eyes grew colder, and he took the burning line from Zheng Quzhi's hand.

That time in Chao Yecun, he remembered the signal bounce, but he didn't pay much attention. Later when Zheng Quzhi used the signal flare, he also stayed in the room because he sealed the child with ice to avoid losing his soul so that he was a little frozen.

He has never liked to take care of other people's affairs, and he never takes others to heart. So when he came back, he almost forgot the two of them.

"Wei Yan?" Seeing that Wei Yan's face became more ugly and silent, Zheng Quzhi looked at some infiltration, and hurriedly called out.

"Yeah." Wei Yan returned to his senses, replied in a low voice, put the burning wire back into Zheng Quzhi's hand, turned around and continued to walk towards 404.

Zheng Quzhi looked down at Burning Line, then at Wei Yan's back, his face was inexplicable. How does it feel that Wei Yan is unhappy? ? A gust of wind hit him, and he shuddered, not daring to stay alone, busy chasing Wei Yan.

When he reached 404, Qi Xie was still pulling the woman's leg against the wall with excitement. The woman was dying, her head was sunken, her hair and blood blocking her face, her expression was not clear.