"Hello, I am a reporter from the city's "Daily Hot Spot". Can you ask what you think of female classmates who are bullied by your daughter?"

"Are the news circulating on the Internet true? For example, she splashed urine on her roommate's bed and violated school rules and did not return home at night. Do you know these?"

Area B, a Soviet-style three-story Red Building Community built in the 1960s.

In the corridor of a building, at the bustling door, several reporters were rushing in.

"Did she commit suicide because she was dropped out of school and was criticized by netizens?"

"The victims are still receiving psychological treatment. Do the parents of the two parties want to tell them?"

"The quiet father, who is facing the rumors on the Internet, is the director of the Education Bureau, so he causes trouble everywhere in the school. Is it true?"

"No! My daughter was killed by a group of students raised by bitchers! They are all lie!" The father blocked the door, his calloused palms and his sun-dried tanned arms struggled to resist the crowding of reporters.

The noise came into the house. The mother hid in her daughter's bedroom, recalling her past voice and appearance, and she cried.

A girl in a nearly transparent white dress floated over the bed. Her once delicate face was pale and stiff, and her once clear and transparent eyes were blocked by a gray mist.

The crying woman couldn't see her.

She fell down above the bed and floated quietly into the living room.

She didn't seem to see the noisy door, she turned her head numbly, and said to the empty dining table without any emotion: (My parents, I'm going to interview.)

She paused for a few seconds, as if listening to something, a smile appeared on her cheeks without expression, and nodded and responded: (Well, I'll be back before 12 o'clock.)

She walked through the noisy doorway and floated over the dark stairs and entered the drizzle under the gloomy sky.

Following the route she walked countless times during her lifetime, she drifted to the side of the bustling road.

A taxi stopped in front of him, and the driver leaned his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

(Please go to Sakamoto Pharmaceutical Building)

"Go to Chunxi Road." The woman in front of the car replied.

"Come on." The driver opened the car door.

The woman got into the car, and she also got into it.

"It's so cold outside..." The driver trembled with a cold wind blew into the car.

"It's like this all year, it's so annoying that it rains every day." The woman complained, wrapping her coat tightly.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped on Chunxi Road.

While the woman bargained with the driver for the fare, the girl floated out of the taxi and wandered aimlessly on the street.

...

Nine o'clock in the morning.

There was no sunshine in the gloomy sky.

The rain marks that keep appearing on the window mean that the rain is still falling.

The slightly dim living room is flowing quietly.

At this time, the figure lying on the desk moved slightly and raised his head.

The blanket slid off the back, and the scattered focus in the black eyes gradually condensed, and then suddenly shrank into a needle.

Lu Li reached out his hand and held the pistol, his black eyes staring at the outline by the door.

Yin Qi condensed in front of him, and Lu Li summoned Yang Chunxue.

Lu Li was solemnly facing the enemy that she was infected, but when Yang Chunxue looked down on Lu Li, she turned into disgust: "Beware, that's a dummy."

"It comes from Xishan High School." Lu Li replied.

"Huh? This school uniform does look familiar... but wasn't this what you asked Chen Qian to move back?"

"What?" Lu Li looked at him in confusion.

"What?" Yang Chunxue was also puzzled.

Afterwards, Yang Chunxue described what happened after Lu Li fell asleep last night.

Lu Li also briefly introduced the characteristics of the dummy.

"Then it should be that it was hidden in the trunk and was carried back by us, and then moved by Chen Qian." His palm left the gun handle, and Lu Li put down his guard.

"Is this thing really as evil as you said?" Yang Chunxue drifted to the dummy for suspicion and looked at it. "Do I think it's quite cute?"

This is just a common plastic female dummy in the mall, with no faces and a muddy school uniform that has dried up.

"If you don't believe me, I'll go out, you can play the Wood Man game with it."

"No, it sounds scary..." Yang Chunxue retreated to Lu Li. "Then what should I do with this dummy? Let's take it in?"

"This is not Lu Li's shelter." Lu Li shook his head gently, paused slightly when his eyes touched the blanket, and then he thought, "... Stay for now."

This is a wonderful misunderstanding.

For Lu Li, who owns the ghost messenger book, sooner or later, he will face a situation where a group of ghosts and monsters are accompanied by him - so it is better to take in this seemingly harmless dummy.

Treat it as an early experience.

At 11:00 a.m., Chen Qian pushed the door in with heavy steps.

"Why do I feel soreness in my back and my body is cold and my kidney deficiency..."

He took off his raincoat and hung it on the dummy, and Chen Qian staggered into the sofa with his steps.

"Boss, you are troubled and help me see?"

Lu Li, who was sitting on the boss's chair, looked up at the textbook, and withdrew his gaze: "The Yin Qi enters the body, there is no help."

"Hangbangbangbangbangbang--" A strange snicker came from the bedroom.

A female ghost is always paying attention to the outside world when she plays games - so the food she makes sense.

Chen Qian felt that they would laugh at this for a year, and if the detective agency added more personnel, it would spread.

He snuggled into the sofa in a low voice, took out his phone and stuck it in front of his face, and opened the web page sneakily.

Before he was about to enter something, he dropped his cell phone and observed the surroundings.

Lu Lili is reading a book, Yang Xuexue is playing games, um...?

His eyes returned to Lu Li, and rationally told him that he shouldn't ask why the boss was holding the book upside down, and he shouldn't laugh at him.

He raised his phone as if he hadn't seen anything, and he secretly entered the content on the search page.

【Will you get sick if you have sex with a ghost?】

As expected, nothing was found.

He put down his phone with a little dismay, and Chen Qian suddenly found his raincoat falling to the ground.

when……?

"Yang Chunxue lost it." Lu Li said, "The textbook that kept his eyes fixed on his back."

when!?

Chen Qian was shocked from morning to night, and then there was a deep sense of gratitude. Fortunately... Fortunately, he was secretly searching, otherwise it would be a new round of ridicule...

Well! Let’s go see a Chinese medicine doctor tomorrow! I think the doctor can’t know that he has a ghost!

I have nothing to do all morning, maybe it will be like this in the afternoon. It is another peaceful day.

Only Chen Qian doesn't feel that way.

...

There are ten minutes left before twelve o'clock.

In District B, a translucent figure floated into the dim corridor.

The door was closed and the harassing reporter had already left.

It was the time for every household to eat, and the couple was no exception. They were just sitting at the dining table in an empty corner. The man sighed and the woman's eyes were slightly red.

She fell naturally in the empty position and talked to herself to the opposite side of the dining table.

(The interview has been postponed to tomorrow, I will go again tomorrow morning.)

(It's okay, I'll be in college soon, it's useless to cram for a while and it won't delay my studies.)

(Well... it's pretty good, my classmates are all very nice to me.)
Chapter completed!