I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

"I'm fine, not tired." Yang Liu was puzzled. She thought this girl had seen her appearance after death, but it turned out that she didn't see it?

"No, you're beautiful."

After a brief silence, Yang Liu responded with a faint smile.

The breeze came in from the window, ruffling Yang Liu's hair. She subconsciously raised her hand to smooth her hair, but was attracted by the girl in front of her.

"Is that so? That's good. I was afraid that I would die too ugly and Cheng Qi would dislike me." The breeze seemed to brush across Wenya's face. Her hair swayed in the wind, making her face, which was still youthful and beautiful even in death, even more lively and lovely.

Even though the skin color is obviously gray.

"Do you still remember how you died?" Yang Liu held his chin with one hand, looking at the young girl who was sitting by the window, with a dark and unclear emotion in his eyes.

Wen Ya looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, thought for a moment, and then smiled and replied to Yang Liu's question, "I don't remember."

She didn't seem to care about her own death and accepted the result calmly.

Yang Liu understood and nodded. She didn't expect Wen Ya to tell her any useful information, she was just asking casually out of tentativeness.

She followed Wenya's gaze and looked at her watch, only to realize that she had been off work for quite some time.

She picked up her bag and punched out directly. So far, there should be nothing for her to do. She had also submitted the reports she was supposed to do. If there was anything that really needed her urgently, she could come over later.

It's mainly about Wenya, it's better to take it back and learn more about it.

Yang Liu glanced at Wen Ya and felt that the task might not be difficult, at least not as confusing as the previous one.

Along the way, Yang Liu ignored Wen Ya who was trying to chat with her. She first went to the supermarket, then to the convenience store, bought a lot of things, and then returned to the community and pressed the 24th floor button to go home.

Yang Liu felt helpless and sighed as the tenant downstairs from her was the dead heroine. Should she say she was lucky or unlucky?

Yang Liu was full of thoughts, while Wen Ya, like a curious baby, sneaked into Yang Liu's house in advance. As soon as she woke up, she appeared beside Yang Liu. Coincidentally, she found that the other party could still see her, so she planned to stick to the other party and play, but Yang Liu was in a hurry to go to work. In order to follow Yang Liu, she had no time to look around Yang Liu's house.

Now is a good opportunity.

But what a coincidence, the person living upstairs from her is a forensic pathologist.

Yang Liu carried the ingredients into the kitchen, turned on the stove and heated the oil in a familiar manner, washed the vegetables, wrung them up and threw them into the pot, stir-fried them, added a bowl of water, beat an egg on top, put the leftover cold rice in the refrigerator in the microwave, sprinkled some seasoning into the soup, put it in a bowl and took it out of the kitchen to eat.

Wen Ya walked around and looked at Yang Liu in astonishment. She stammered twice before asking cautiously, "Sister Liu, is your forensic doctor's salary very low?"

"Cough cough!!"

While Yang Liu was eating vegetables with her rice, she kept her eyes on the curious girl. But she didn't expect that the first sentence the girl said after returning home with her would be this?

After Yang Liu coughed out the rice grains that had choked her trachea, she drank some soup to smooth things over. Then she asked Wen Ya in confusion and bewilderment.

"How do you say this?"

"Well... your house... is so empty... as if it had been robbed..." Wen Ya sat opposite Yang Liu, supporting her cheeks with both hands, just looking at Yang Liu, and answered very seriously.

Yang Liu was silent, then raised her eyes and carefully looked at the house where she would live for a long time. It had one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It was not bad, but it was obviously empty and cold. The colors were all very monotonous. There was not even a TV in the living room. It was indeed, as Wen Ya said, too shabby...

"It's adults' business, kids, don't meddle in it." Yang Liu looked embarrassed, but didn't want to lose face, so she just evaded the question with just one sentence. She continued to eat the rice in the bowl, her heart already filled with tears.

"...Sister, I'm 23?" Wen Ya wondered if she had heard it wrong, but there was no doubt that she heard it clearly, but she still reported her age uncertainly.

Yang Liu became even more silent.

Of course she knew that she was 23 years old! She was the one who performed the autopsy! How could she not know? And who did this kid learn to spoil things from? ?

A bowl of rice accompanied by a bowl of soup seemed light but was just right. She did it on purpose. After all, she didn't want to see any meat for today's work.

After cleaning up, Yang Liu sat opposite Wen Ya again and looked at her.

"elegant."

"Ok?"

"You really can't remember what happened before you died? This may help your case. Think about it carefully if you can."

The serious attitude on Yang Liu's face made Wen Ya unconsciously serious. She began to think hard and recall carefully, changing her movements from time to time. Sometimes she sat on the table, sometimes she squatted on the ground, sometimes she sank downstairs, sometimes she popped her head up again, sometimes she floated up and down, frowning and thinking. Finally, Wen Ya hung upside down on the chandelier and spoke seriously.

"I can't remember."

Yang Liu let out the anger that had been building up in her throat...

She knew it couldn't be that simple.

Yang Liu was so frustrated that she banged her forehead on the table. Her long black hair covered her face and also hid her expression.

"System, is there any item that can help ghosts regain their memories?" Yang Liu began to ask for help from outside the venue.

[Soul Purification Liquid, 100,000 points.] The system quickly listed what Yang Liu wanted.

After clicking through the product, Yang Liu gave up the idea of ​​buying it. Obviously, she thought it was too expensive.

Wen Ya looked at Yang Liu who suddenly collapsed, confused, and quietly dived down, then came out from the tile under Yang Liu's feet, and asked curiously, "Sister Liu?"

Her hair was loose, with a few strands occasionally falling on her face and lips. Her gray skin and dull pupils were particularly striking in this dark corner.

"..." Yang Liu was frightened again by the opponent's move. If possible, she didn't want to see the soul of the heroine... but the heroine who could undoubtedly reply to her could undoubtedly help her complete the task.

"fine……"

Seeing that Yang Liu was not scared, Wen Ya floated up and sat aside again without any interest. He reached out to tidy up her hair and returned to his innocent and harmless appearance, smiling sweetly with his eyes curved.

"That's good."

Seeing that she could no longer get any clues about Wen Ya's death from her mouth, Yang Liu had to change the subject.

"Now that you are dead, what are you going to do next?" Yang Liu supported his head and looked at Wen Ya, asking very seriously.

"Wait for the Black and White Impermanence to come and take me away?" Wen Ya thought for a while, then answered with a confused look on her face.

"What about before you leave?"

"Well... I heard that if a person dies but still remains in the world, then there must be some regrets that have not been fulfilled, but I'm not sure what my regrets are..." After thinking hard, Wen Ya came up with a fairly reasonable reason.

"Sister Liu can see me, so we must have a special fate. Can you accompany me to fulfill my last wish and let me reincarnate as soon as possible?" Her eyes were shining, and she looked at Yang Liu with great anticipation.

Yang Liu wanted to refuse...

After all, she still hadn't gotten used to the ghosts that would scare people at every turn...

But on the other hand, she had a task to do, so in the end, Yang Liu nodded stiffly and said with a forced smile, "Okay."

"Great! Sister Liu, you are such a good person!"

After getting the answer she wanted, Wen Ya cheered and ran around the house, going up and down, like a madman...

Well, that’s how Yang Liu described it in his heart.

……

The next day when Yang Liu went to work, he found that the usually quiet Public Security Bureau was unusually noisy. The old man's shouting was mixed with suppressed sobbing, and there were also scattered whispers. Yang Liu curiously stretched his head to look at the reception room, only to find that the previously empty reception room was full of people. Several police officers were comforting the two old men, who were obviously gray-haired and sad, and took the relevant personnel into the interrogation room for questioning.

Yang Liu watched for a while and was suddenly caught by Zhang Li who had just finished interrogating someone.

"Yang Liu, what are you looking at here? Have you checked in?"

Yang Liu was watching intently when she was frightened by someone's shout and immediately retracted her head. She turned around and saw that it was Zhang Li. His short hair was a little messy, and there was a lingering smell of cigarettes on his body. He had two dark bags under his eyes, and it was obvious that he was very sleepy after being busy all night.

Yang Liu swallowed the harsh words she hadn't had time to say, and pushed Zhang Li away from the door before speaking.

"Family members of Wenya? Have you seen the deceased? You have been interrogating him all night. How is the situation?"

Zhang Li felt annoyed when he heard this. He rubbed his hands on his head again and again, pulled out a few strands of hair, took a deep breath, and looked worried.

"There is no useful information at all. She is an actress with a wide social circle. It would take forever to investigate everyone one by one. Besides, the suspects all have alibis. I am so worried that I didn't come up with anything useful after working all night."

Zhang Li's brows were furrowed and his voice was hoarse from smoking too much. Seeing his expression, Yang Liu could only pat his shoulder to comfort him and then handed him the unopened soy milk in her hand.

"Drink something, don't let your blood sugar drop and you faint here, which would delay things."

Zhang Li took the hot soy milk and gave Yang Liu a grateful look. Then he opened the lid, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and went into the reception room to continue communicating with the family members inside.

Yang Liu withdrew her gaze and prepared to go upstairs, but Wen Ya stood behind her and was unwilling to leave. The girl who usually jumped up and down happily finally had a trace of sadness in her eyes. She looked very sad with a pursed mouth when she looked at the people inside.

"Will you stay here for a while?"

Yang Liu looked around to make sure there was no one around, then she lowered her voice and asked.

Wen Ya turned her head and looked at Yang Liu, biting her thin lips as if she was about to cry, which made people feel particularly distressed. Yang Liu had never comforted a ghost before, so she pinched her palms, feeling a little helpless.

"It's not you, don't cry yet."

As soon as Yang Liu finished speaking, Wen Ya's boyfriend walked out through Wen Ya's almost translucent body. Yang Liu was still in shock as Wen Ya's figure almost disappeared. When she heard the man calling her, she looked up and saw a man with an unfamiliar face who gave her a puzzled look.

"Hello, I'm Wen Ya's fiancé, my name is Cheng Qi."

Cheng Qi spoke softly and looked a little shy. He had the kind of handsome brother next door who made people feel comfortable looking at him. But now his face was full of gloom and he even looked at Yang Liu with a little caution.

"You are an elegant...forensic doctor, right? I have a question for you."

Perhaps he really loved Wen Ya so much that when he mentioned Wen Ya's name, his originally steady voice trembled a little, with a hint of tears in it.

"Wenya, is she in pain?"

The sound that follows is almost hoarse, a breathy sound with tone.

Yang Liu looked up and saw that the 1.80-meter-tall man had tears on his face, his eyes were red, and even his neck was not spared. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his forced calm looked a little hideous after his defense was broken.

Yang Liu moved her lips and lowered her eyes, then nodded slightly to express her condolences to the deceased.

"I'm sorry, I believe you have read the autopsy report. Knowing more would be detrimental to your surviving relatives. I hope you can understand that we will do our best to find the murderer."

Yang Liu did not give a direct answer. The whole story had already been written on the white paper. To bring it up again would be like rubbing salt into the wound. After she finished speaking, Yang Liu said goodbye and went upstairs.

After a long time, Wen Ya walked dejectedly through the door into Yang Liu's office. Seeing Yang Liu preparing breakfast, she sat down in front of her and sobbed for a while, which turned into loud crying. Unfortunately, ghosts have no tears. All she could hear was Wen Ya's piercing cry that kept disturbing Yang Liu's eardrums.

"Wen Ya, why don't you calm down?"

Yang Liu's eardrums hurt a little from the noise. She leaned on the table and looked up at Wen Ya. Wen Ya's pretty face was wrinkled from crying, which did not look good. Yang Liu saw that she had no intention of stopping, so she thought for a moment and said again.

"It won't look good if you keep crying."

The crying stopped abruptly, Wen Ya wiped the non-existent tears with her hands, and then looked at Yang Liu. She looked so sad and listless that it was even more pitiful to see her.

"Are those two your parents?"

Wen Ya nodded, then clasped her hands and lowered her head in silence.

"Then your parents really love you, it's hard to be so sad."

Yang Liu probably recalled the memories before she came up. Those two old people probably married and had children late, so they didn't look young. As expected, Wen Ya was born in her thirties. It was indeed painful enough to see the old send off the young.

Wen Ya did not respond to Yang Liu's words. When she heard Yang Liu's praise, she became even more silent.

Yang Liu noticed something was wrong in the air and turned his gaze towards Wen Ya again. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at her, but when he did, he felt creepy.

The elegant and gloomy aura almost condensed into substance, and his head was lowered and buried between his knees, as if he might turn into a ghost in the next moment, which really scared Yang Liu.

She is just an ordinary person now, just a fragile forensic doctor, not a magician!

"Well... they do love me very much, but it's a little heavy. If they weren't so strict... I would also love them very, very much..." Wen Ya's elegant and dull voice seemed to come from the chest, so heavy that it was almost inaudible.

Fortunately, Yang Liu has good ears.