Maoshan Ghostbusters

The words are divided into two parts. Let's talk about Zhuang Mengdie in 2017. At that time, Ye Tian was driving, the Siamese cat was dozing off on the windshield, and a strange light from the red hairpin hit Zhuang Mengdie.

After that, Zhuang Mengdie sat motionless in the passenger seat with a hairpin in his hand and eyes fixed on the hairpin, with a weird smile on his face.

At first, Ye Tian thought she was thinking about a problem, so he didn't bother her.

But when the car entered the gate of the police station, she still didn't respond, sitting there motionless, Ye Tian felt strange, and said that this problem can't be like a puppet, and she won't even blink her eyes. .

"Writer Zhuang, what do you think? So devoted?"

She didn't answer, still sitting there, staring straight at the hairpin.

"I said Mengdie, isn't that just a hairpin? Can you still see a flower?"

Still no response, Ye Tian felt something was wrong. After reversing the police car into the parking space, the Siamese cat woke up as usual. It stretched first, then jumped on Zhuang Mengdie’s legs to act like a baby. Of course these are The usual behavior of Siamese cats. But looking at Zhuang Mengdie again, there is still no reaction to the Siamese cat's affectionate behavior.

Seeing that the owner didn't respond, the Siamese cat rubbed around her anxiously, trying to arouse her response.

Ye Tian was shocked when he saw this, "Mengdie, what's the matter with you? Why are you sitting motionless?"

Zhuang Mengdie still didn't respond.

Ye Tian stretched out his hand and patted her. This shot shocked him as well. He felt like he was patted on a plaster statue. The touch was stiff. Now Ye Tian was scared. He rolled down the car window and shouted to He Chuyao who was following, "He forensic doctor, come on, Mengdie has an accident!"

Seeing Ye Tian's face pale, He Chuyao became nervous, stopped the car and shouted, "Leader Ye, isn't Writer Zhuang sitting in the passenger seat properly? What happened to her?"

"I don't understand it to you, you will know when you come over and take a look."

Ye Tianchao waved vigorously.

He Chuyao quickly found a place to park the van, and ran towards this side in strides.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Hey, I've been sitting in the passenger seat in this position and can't move, and her body feels hard, like a stone. What's wrong with her? Isn't she a plaster figure?"

The Siamese cat kept meowing on her lap, trying to wake her up.

But it was useless. She still sat there without blinking her eyes.

The expression on her face and the movements of her body were all frozen at the moment when she held the hairpin in her hand.

Ye Tian picked up the Siamese cat who was crying in a hurry and couldn't help comforting it. Although it was just a cat, he knew that something bad had happened to its owner. At this moment, its cry sounded miserable and heartbreaking.

He Chuyao stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, and then reached under her nose to try breathing, frowning, "Heartbeat is normal, breathing is normal, and the body is warm. It should be said that life is not a serious problem."

Ye Tiandao, "But this is even more evil. Her heartbeat and breathing are normal, so how can she become rigid and unable to move?"

He Chuyao shook his head, "Anyway, from a medical point of view, she is normal. As for why she can't move, I can't explain."

The two stood there for a long while, still without a clue.

Ye Tian frowned, "Then should I send her to the hospital for an examination?"

"It's useless to go to the hospital. The doctor first checks the heartbeat and breathing as usual. She is all normal for both of these items, and the doctor did not recruit."

"What now?"

Ye Tian looked at Zhuang Mengdie, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a strange smile, and stomped his feet in anxious manner.

He Chuyao sighed, "I only have to move her back to the office first. The ghost place in the Cyan Film Studio is too evil. Didn't she hire something unclean again?"

Ye Tian smiled bitterly, had to put the Siamese cat on his shoulders, picked up Zhuang Mengdie and walked into the door of the police station office building.

When Ye Tian walked into the office of the special case team with Zhuang Mengdie in his arms, Xiao Zhang was looking at the beauty of the big wave. When he saw Ye Tian walk in dejectedly, he immediately closed the web page and stepped forward and hugged the Siamese cat on his shoulder. .

"Oh, Mr. Ye, which one did you sing with Writer Zhuang? If you say this is rushing to the wedding scene, the clothes are wrong. Writer Zhuang should at least get dressed in a wedding dress, right?"

Xiao Zhang didn't see anything unusual, he was still joking.

Ye Tianhu said with a face, "Mengdie has an accident, can't you see it? You're still making a fool of yourself!"

Xiao Zhang was taken aback, "But isn't she good?"

Ye Tian reprimanded angrily, "Where is she doing well, she can't move, can't you see it?"

After Ye Tian finished speaking, she put Zhuang Mengdie on her seat, and then she still sat on the chair with the hairpin in her hand, staring at the hairpin without blinking, with a weird look on her face. Smile.

Xiao Zhang realized that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Zhuang Mengdie, "Writer Zhuang, wake up."

Zhuang Mengdie still did not respond.

"Oh, this good person, after following you out, he turned into a plaster statue? This can't speak and move, what's the matter?"

Xiao Zhang put the Siamese cat on the side of the small bowl in the corner of the house, and the bowl was filled with cat food.

As usual, Siamese cats have already jumped over and can’t wait to eat and chew, but now, Siamese cats don’t even look at the food, so they screamed, ran back, rubbed and jumped to Zhuang Mengdie’s On the desk, staring at Zhuang Mengdie, she kept screaming.

The Siamese cat's action made Xiao Zhang's eyes red. "Meow is really human. The owner has an accident. It doesn't even touch his favorite tuna-flavored cat food."

The originally happy and harmonious special case team was cast a shadow over Zhuang Mengdie. Xiao Zhang and Ye Tian sat in front of Zhuang Mengdie sadly, while Zhuang Mengdie still stared at the hairpin and sat motionless. On the seat.

The Siamese cat did not sleep on the table as usual, but opened his eyes vigilantly and stared at its owner, Zhuang Mengdie.

Xiao Zhang frowned and said, "Leader Ye, now writer Zhuang is designated to hit an evil in this situation. Didn’t I remember that we knew a little Taoist priest before? That little Taoist must know what to do with this kind of evil? Why don’t you look for it? He helps."

Ye Tian nodded, "That's all. Then take care of the house, take care of Miaozhao and Writer Zhuang, I will invite the little Taoist priest."

Seeing Ye Tian hurriedly leaving from the back, Xiao Zhang held the Siamese cat in his arms and comforted him, "Meow, I know you are sad, but you can't help but eat."

The Siamese cat just kept wailing, and the meow meow sounded miserable.

Xiao Zhang looked sad, and burst into tears.