There is a kind of person whose eye structure is different from others. He can see many strange things when he is born. This type of person is usually called "yin and yang eyes". This kind of talent is more like a curse than a talent, because sometimes it is not a good thing to be able to see too clearly. If you have such a kind of friend who usually laughs and plays with you, but when you are alone, you will show a solemn expression, or you will often stare at the empty corner with breath, then you must be more careful.

Maybe it's just him pretending to be a fool, maybe it's him making a clumsy imitation of a certain psychic program, but maybe... there's a one-ten thousand chance that he's just Yin and Yang.

They can see the world that mortals cannot see, and they will be entangled by ubiquitous ghosts all their lives. This is an unimaginable pain. Therefore, most Yin and Yang eyes are patients with depression and mental illness. They firmly believe that there is something wrong with their bodies and try to use drugs to kill their terrible talents. In the end, they can only be admitted to a mental hospital, which has no hope in their entire lives, and becomes no different from a walking corpse.

However, the Yin-Yang Eye in front of him was not only not gloomy, but also a little cheerful.

"I tell you, I can see a lot of things. Every day when I open my eyes, they will come like a tide of Qianjiang. Originally, gold and lead were enough to temporarily block this ability, but... just now, I saw a breath like a spotlight from a distance! My glasses could not completely block them, which shows that the master of this power is quite strong, so I ran over in the direction of the light, finally found your place, and finally got into the car with you!" She opened her conversation as if she had finally met a confidant in life, with excitement in her eyes, "I won't talk about my business anymore... I came to you so far away to ask you for something!"

"Oh? Please me? What should you ask someone who knows you for less than thirty minutes and is almost on the searchlight in your eyes?" Yin clan stared at the little girl with interest.

The girl looked around sneakily again and confirmed that there were no spies or other people eavesdropping. She unzipped the schoolbag, solemnly pulled out a small red notebook from it, spread it out in front of the Yin clan, and whispered with a proud look, "I am a special agent of the Supernatural Meaning Department of the Homeland Security Bureau, Ying Huan. Our organization is now recruiting all kinds of talents..."

"Well... I understand, I understand, it's this kind of expansion." Yin clan glanced at Ying Huan on the ID photo. At least when taking this photo, her hair was still red. "You want me to go back with you for a human experiment." He wanted to take the red ID photo, but Ying Huan pushed it away.

"Don't move!" She hid the ID behind her all at once, as if the Yin clan would snatch it away and tear it apart, and said seriously, "State Secret!"

"...Okay, just keep confidential, I won't go." Yin Clan took out a small business card from his windbreaker pocket and handed it over, "I have a job myself, and I have no plans to join a state-owned enterprise for a short time, but I'd better thank you for your invitation."

"'The second-rate demon hunter, your best choice to subdue demons and eliminate demons'... Wait, how could anyone say that he is a second-rate in his business card?" Ying Huan took the business card in disappointment, and after looking at the line, he felt something was wrong, "What is the demon hunter? Are you a Taoist priest?"

"You can think of me as half of your colleagues, but you deal with supernatural disasters to stabilize the masses, and I do this for rewards. As for second-rate... a real witch hunter will have a silver belt, which is a symbol of the organization of the witch hunter sect. But I don't have it, so naturally I can only be considered second-rate." Yin Zuchong Yinghuan smiled friendly, "It doesn't matter, we can't make a deal, and you'll have a good deal. You can hold this business card first. If you need it in the future, you can call me the number above, and I can give you a 20% discount."

"Can I ask about your charging standards..."

"Expel one million spirits, one million evil spirits, two million talismans, one free for five yuan, one free for five yuan. Feng Shui survey, one million, seek fate and ask for hexagrams, one hexagram is 400,000 yuan. I can prepare the equipment myself, but you have to care about my food and accommodation. If there is an injury, you have to add additional money." Yin clan took out a computer from the pocket of the windbreaker, and his fingers hit him wildly, constantly making a crisp sound of "Lingling" sound. Ying Huan only saw a series of zeros growing wildly on the screen, forming an astronomical number that scares the working class. This made her clench her hands and take a breath of air conditioning.

"If it's one-stop service, that's about that."

"It's enough to buy a house in Hangzhou, hey!" Ying Huan couldn't help but yell. Then she realized that she was in a public place, and quickly smiled apologetically to the others in the car, lowered her voice, and asked viciously, "Is it so profitable for you to do so by yourself?"

"That's natural. As long as you have real skills, no matter how high your bid is, someone will pay."

"So you are very rich?" Ying Huan's tone suddenly became a little sour. She looked up and down the Yin clan, just as the Yin clan looked at her fifteen minutes ago: he looked very thin and was only 1.6 meters tall. In this era of long legs everywhere, Yin clan's height undoubtedly belongs to the type of "it's hard to find a partner". His hair was very long, his bangs were almost stuck together, blocking his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what his eyes looked like. But this guy was wearing a very wide black windbreaker, completely wrapping his body inside, and he felt a bit funny. Ying Huan added in his heart with some disdain, "I really didn't see it!"

"It's okay..." Yin clan vaguely brought this topic, took out a latest smart Apple phone from his windbreaker pocket, and opened the lock with his fingerprint very skillfully. He said to Huan, "Or why we add WeChat, we are all colleagues, so if you have anything to do, it's easy to contact us. The phone number on the business card is a public account, which has been a few years and often has problems."

"Aren't you a witch hunter? Why do you use a mobile phone? And the style is super-grade, and it hasn't been released on the market yet!" Ying Huan saw the Yin clan taking out a mobile phone without changing his face, and almost fell off his seat. In her mind, the profession of witch hunter is linked to ancient castles, wastelands and other things. It belongs to half an ancient person and will not have any connection with modern equipment in any way. Seeing them pulling out a mobile phone from their pockets is like watching a vampire shooting with a sniper rifle and a werewolf driving a tank duel, full of incongruity.

"What's so strange about this? It's not the Van Helsing era, we have to make progress." The Yin clan just smiled and refused to comment on this stereotyped prejudice.

"...What do you want to do if you add me on WeChat?" Ying Huan looked at Yin clan vigilantly, his eyes floating from his big windbreaker to the phone he was holding in his right hand. "I can't afford such a expensive price, and I don't need any spiritual elimination service. Although it is not as abundant as you, the government agencies have also bought us medical insurance and other insurances, and there are always basic guarantees."

"Don't say that, it's no harm to you to expand a trading line. Be prepared for any reason. If you need me one day but can't find my contact information, wouldn't you even lose a chance?" Yin clan's mouth was grinning. Although Ying Huan couldn't see his expression clearly, he should be smiling.

...

The two of them were stalemate for a while, and seeing that Yin clan refused to take back his hand, Ying Huan had to take out his cell phone, open WeChat, and scan the strange-shaped QR code on his cell phone. "Anyway, just don't talk after adding it, just add a garbage marketing account..." She comforted herself so much.

After exiting WeChat, Ying Huan's screen background naturally flashed. This is a photo in the sun, with a teaching building standing behind it. Ying Huan and a boy were facing the camera, pouting and acting cute. At that time, she had dyed her hair black and was blown into a mess by the wind, as if a chicken coop was blown open in the wind. The boy standing next to her smiled gently and looked at her, as if he was looking at a child who would never grow up. The beauty and romance of youth seemed to be condensed into this photo with a smile like a flower, and always shining with dazzling light.

"Who is this?" Yin clan suddenly asked.

"..." Ying Huan was almost unable to bear the repeated entanglements of him. According to her idea, the conversation between her and Yin clan should have ended the moment he refused to join the Supernatural Investigation Department. But the other party obviously did not plan so. He did not give up. Instead, he put it on like a piece of shit plaster, asking this and that, and didn't know what he wanted to do. She swallowed the words "What do you care about" and put the phone in her pants in anger. She turned her whole body, turned her back to Yin clan, and said angrily, "My boyfriend."

"Oh...you already have a boyfriend."

"What, you think you have a chance, right?" She thought about it over and over again, but finally didn't say this sentence, just said "um" lukewarmly.

"Where do you go to school?" Yin asked suddenly kindly.

"Anji... What's your business? Are you checking your household registration? Do you want me to tell you all the address and other things?" Ying Huan was finally furious. She lifted her schoolbag and threw it heavily on the car. Her eyes, which should have been very fierce, did not have much lethality because of her appearance. "I'm going to sleep, can you please stop talking?"

When Yin clan was drunk by her, her expression was not changed, and she took out a six-sided Rubik's Cube from her windbreaker pocket. While playing with her, she said, "I know... your family may not be very good. For some personal reasons, you have a disgust towards the rich, especially those like me who are not proportional to their income. You think we have made money through opportunism. After all, you are still a high school student, and I can understand that I think of it."

Ying Huan's face calmed down a little, but she still didn't turn around and didn't refute. She just sat down with her back to him.

"I refuse to join your Supernatural Investigation Department because I look down on you... It's really your level that makes me have no confidence in this organization. Maybe your superpower is really interesting, but if its user is a fool, then no matter how powerful the ability itself is, it will be useless." Yin Clan seriously damaged Ying Huan and continued, "As long as you pay a little attention to the electronic timetable in the hall before departure, you will find that the vehicle from North Station to Anji should be at 5:15, and the next bus is at 5:30. In other words, the train you are taking now has not existed since the beginning."

The atmosphere of Zhou became terrifying. Ying Huan felt goose bumps from head to toe. With the intermittent flashing of lights in the car, she vaguely saw the passengers' bodies becoming strange. As Yin clan's conclusion came out, the people who were originally sitting on the chair suddenly twisted their bodies and stared at this place.

She swallowed and turned around quickly. At this time, the Yin clan she saw was much more pleasing to her eyes than she had just seen.

"This is a hearse carrying dead people," he said calmly.
Chapter completed!