Maoshan Ghostbusters

The dean laughed, "Please, don’t discuss such advanced issues with me. I don’t bother to think about these issues now. I just want to take Xiao Liyuan to fly high, leave you, and leave the sight of all of you, to the one who is only me. The place with her is quietly recuperating. Xiaoli needs a lot of recuperation now."

Lu Fei sneered, "It's just crazy, Ma Xiaoli is dead long ago, she's left with half of her head now, and she has a fart? Dean, your brain is really flooded."

The old man grabbed the dean and shook it vigorously, "Dean, wake up. Stop talking nonsense, Ma Xiaoli is already dead. You take her out, but it has no other effect except to scare people out of schizophrenia. ."

The dean shook his head, "No! Xiaoli is not dead at all. She is still alive. Although her body is seriously incomplete, she is still alive."

Lu Fei sneered, "Dean, only your neuropathy thinks she is still alive."

At this moment, the half-pull head hanging upside down on the ceiling roared impatiently, "Dean, hurry up, we should go."

Luffy roared, "Hey, where are you going?"

The dean smirked, "Of course it's a mission."

Lu Fei sneered, "Task? What task?"

The dean smiled, "Of course the little monster gave Xiaoli the task. Do you think the little monster will save her for nothing? The little monster saves her, but there are conditions."

Luffy grabbed the dean anxiously and said sharply, "What conditions? What task? Say it quickly."

He half pulled his head and sneered, "Don't tell them, let's go." After speaking, he moved quickly forward on the ceiling with his neck instead of feet. As she moved forward quickly, there was a small amount of blood from time to time, falling drop by drop, dripping on the floor.

The trio of He Chuyao noticed that there was a line of blood on the floor of the corridor, and it continued to extend forward with the movement of the half-pull head.

Seeing that half pulled his head to move forward, the dean immediately struggled to get away from Luffy, and strode after him.

"Xiaoli, run slowly and wait for me."

The trio of He Chuyao were dumbfounded. He Chuyao pulled Luffy, "Go, let's quickly follow them to see, this little monster is committing a crime again, I don't know why Ma Xiaoli is instructed to do something bad?"

Luffy frowned, "I think we have to find a way to catch Ma Xiaoli."

He Chuyao sighed, "She is on top of our heads. It might not be easy to catch her. Let's go and take a look first, and beware they are making trouble."

Luffy nodded, and the two of them ran forward with the dean one after another.

The old man looked at their backs and didn't recover for a long time.

"What kind of thing is this? It seems that the death of these five people is not clear anyway. Forget it, love whoever. I will continue to stay in my duty room and drink." After speaking, he sighed. Walking into the morgue, seeing the corpse of the old man selling skewers, he couldn't help sighing again.

"Oh, I said, brother, your life is really bitter. Married a sick daughter-in-law and reborn a foolish son for a lifetime. Why don't I toast you a cup."

The old man finished speaking, sighed, walked into the duty room, really took an empty cup, poured a cup of Erguotou, and sprinkled it on the bed of the dead body.

"Brother, after drinking this glass of wine, you can go on the road with peace of mind. Don't think about the things before your lifetime. No matter how good and bad things are all over, you can reincarnate with peace of mind. As for your old Wife and stupid son, the government will take care of you naturally. Rest in peace."

After the old man finished speaking, he still covered the body with a white cloth. He didn't notice that at the moment the white cloth was covering the face of the corpse, two lines of muddy old tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Come on, now I'm finally at ease. I'll continue to drink and wait until dawn to get off work.

The old man walked to the gate, closed the door firmly, and returned to the duty room again, habitually grabbing the small notebook, looking at the black bumps on the notebook, and couldn't smile.

"Forget it, this diary, I won't change it, just let it go."

The old man was born an optimist. Despite the many changes in the morgue, he still returned to the table, continued to drink, eat peanuts, and hummed to outwit Tiger Mountain. After a while, I drank dizzy again.

But after a while, I heard the door click, and then the door creaked and opened.

Because tonight is so lively that the old man is not at ease while drinking. So there was movement at the door, and the old man was so frightened that he was half awake. He leaped on the ground, stood up, opened the door of the duty room, and went out.

"Who? Come in."

Anyway, I have seen a lot of weirdness tonight, plus the alcohol is half-boiled, the old man is not very scared, and roars at the door that shows a crack.

But no one came in. The old man was about to walk over suspiciously, but suddenly heard strange laughter coming from outside the door.

Gluck--chuckled--

The old man sternly said, "Who? Who is laughing?"

Although the old man roared quite loudly, he also faintly felt that this laughter was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

The laughter outside the door continued, as if the laughter didn't mean to push the door in. The old man's scalp was numb by the laughter. He couldn't help but stepped forward and opened the door. He was surprised to find the little monster standing outside. The little monster looked the same as before, sucking his index finger, with a sly smile, pretending to look at the old man innocently.

The old man said angrily, "I knew it was you, what are you doing? My morgue has been messed up by you. The trouble you gave me before, this mess can't be cleaned up, dare you Come?"

The little monster slammed, jumped onto the old man's shoulder, pinched the old man's throat with his small hand, and said viciously, "Old man, is this your attitude when you talk to me? You're violent with me, isn't it a long life? You know, killing you is easy for me."

The old man rolled his eyes so he was pinched, and he had to whisper, "I'm sorry, kid, I won't dare again next time."

Only then did the little monster let go of his hand contentedly and laughed loudly, "It's almost the same, remember, see me next time, show respect."

The old man said aggrieved, "I see, next time I will definitely not dare."

The little monster patted the old man’s face triumphantly, "Goodbye, that's right. Actually, I came to you this time to ask who the murderer of the five people was."

The old man smiled bitterly, "My kid, I never thought that you would care about this problem with leisure."

The little monster smiled and said, "Of course. We discussed the causes of the deaths of the five people all night without reaching a conclusion. Since it cost me so many brain cells, I certainly want to know the final answer. "