The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"Take a few photos for me." Feng Yue waved at Song Nan, and handed over his mobile phone, "Just take pictures of both sides of the reservoir and the downstream of the dam, with the emphasis on the downstream."

"There's nothing to photograph down there." Song Nan stood on the edge of the embankment and looked down. There were some rocks and some waste land below. There was a relatively wide river in the middle. Liu Bingcai and others who contracted the reservoir dug it for flood discharge when the reservoir swelled during heavy rain.

"It's all rocks and wasteland." Song Nan swiped down the screen of his phone and found that the phone had no password set, he pulled out the camera and took a picture of the small ditch, curled his lips and said, "There is no beauty at all. "

Feng Yue paused for a moment while drawing the sketch on the paper, and looked sideways at Song Nan. Song Nan was still dressed as usual, but today's T-shirt was more normal. Not only did it have no holes, but even the pattern was plain. Except for a row of small English characters printed on the chest, there is no color at all.

The hair is still colorful and tied behind the head with a clip. Just a person who has been messing with himself like this all day long. When the word "beauty" comes out of his mouth, people will have the illusion of auditory hallucinations.

Feng Yue shook his head amusedly, continued to write on the paper, and replied, "Just take a picture."

Song Nan took a few more pictures of the wasteland below, and joked casually, "Do you need to pay extra for taking pictures?"

It was just a casual joke, and Song Nan didn't mean it when he said it. Unexpectedly, Feng Yue really thought about it seriously for a few seconds, and nodded solemnly, "It can be considered."

Song Nan didn't expect Fengyue to be so eloquent, so he felt embarrassed immediately, waved his hand and said, "Hey, I'll just say it casually, you just listen to it casually."

"You don't seem like a person who can talk casually." Feng Yue turned around, stared at the embankment on the right side of the reservoir, measured it with his fingers, lowered his head and continued to paint on the notebook, but his mouth didn't stop Below is my personal evaluation of Song Nan, "especially in terms of money."

Suddenly being evaluated so pertinently by a person who has little contact and is not even an acquaintance, Song Nan was a little embarrassed for a while, and opened his mouth to defend himself, but he couldn't find a suitable word.

However, what Feng Yue said was almost the same. Song Nan has never been a casual person when it comes to money.The reason why I say this is nothing more than my guilty conscience for proposing to act as a middleman for Fengyue.

That's how people are, even a person who loves money and spends his life, when he does something against his will, he will still try his best to make a detour to make himself feel better.

Fengyue didn't stay in Heishui Bay for long, and after asking Song Nan to help take a few photos, he put away his book and prepared to go home. When Song Nan returned his phone, he checked the time, and it was not even eleven o'clock.

"Is this the end?" Song Nan asked.

"Almost." Feng Yue put the pen cap on the notebook, rolled the notebook into a tube and held it in his hand, "Do you have a computer at home?"

Song Nan shook his head, "No."

Before Song Nan planned to buy a computer for Huang Diwen to keep at home. Huang Dingguo felt that putting a computer at home would affect Huang Diwen’s study, so he refused to buy it. Song Nan was busy working everywhere at that time, and the time at home was actually not enough Not much, but saved a fortune.

Feng Yue only nodded, and walked back without saying whether to use it or not.

"There is an Internet cafe in the town." Huang Diwen said from behind, "My brother has a card in Xiaoyu's place."

Song Nan turned his head and glared at him, then took two quick steps forward to follow Feng Yue, hesitantly said, "I have a question."

"speak."

"Isn't the word auspicious the most taboo for you when doing business?" Song Nan said, "As soon as someone died in this reservoir, you came to contract to develop the tourism industry. If the project starts, it will be a loss if the news spreads and no tourists come. gone?"

"How about Zhongtian Square?" Feng Yue didn't answer his question, but instead asked a question that had nothing to do with Song Nan's question just now.

Song Nan stared in confusion, and nodded honestly after thinking for a few seconds, "Very good..."

"What's so good about it?" Feng Yue asked again.

"Uh..." There is a snack street behind Zhongtian Plaza. Song Nan would occasionally go there to pick up orders during the period when he was delivering food. Most of them are about the same, he thought for a while and said, "The location is good, the flow of people is high, the quality of the products is good, um... the business is also good."

Many young people like to go shopping, watching movies and eating there on weekends. It is the largest business district in the city.

"Then do you know how many people died when Zhongtian Square was built?" Feng Yue asked again.

"Ah?" Song Nan raised his chin, which almost fell from shock, "You know?"

"I don't know," Feng Yue smiled, "but for such a large project, the chance of accidents is not zero. Everyone should still go shopping there to eat and eat, and it will not be affected."

It took Song Nan a while to react. This man just told him that even if someone drowned in the reservoir, it would not cut off their source of income for developing tourism projects.

Liu Hao's translucent shadow suddenly flashed in his mind. Feng Yue had already taken two steps forward and was a bit staggered with Song Nan. Facing the scorching sun, I can't see much expression.

Since Liu Hao couldn't even answer his question, could Feng Yue himself be able to answer it?

Once a thought pops up, it's impossible to push back.

Song Nan took two quick steps to follow, and whispered, "We are also acquaintances, right?"

Feng Yue looked at him puzzledly, nodded and didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

"For the sake of acquaintances, I have to remind you." Song Nan sighed and said solemnly, "You also saw the scene on the embankment on the day it rained heavily. The one who died was Liu Hao, the son of Liu Bingcai's family. Everyone in Heishuiwan said that Liu Hao died strangely."

Feng Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, "He killed?"

"Ah?" Song Nan was startled, and after realizing it, he shook his head dumbfounded, "It should be suicide."

"When is it strange?" Feng Yue looked puzzled.

"The strange thing is not whether his death was suicide or homicide, but the reason for his death." Song Nan deliberately lowered his voice, creating a hint of suspense for what he was about to say, "Many people said that Liu Hao might be..."

"Drawn into the water by the water ghost!" Before Song Nan could finish speaking, Huang Diwen popped out from nowhere, and quickly answered in a low voice.

Song Nan: "..."

Song Nan glared at Huang Diwen angrily, "What's the matter with you, children? Let me go."

Huang Diwen didn't get angry when he was yelled at, and ran to the front by staggering Fengyue. The suspense that Song Nan had been brewing for a long time was broken, and he didn't suppress his voice at all. "The majority of Heishuiwan people say so."

"Is there any basis?" Feng Yue asked with a smile.

Song Nan shook his head, "That's not true, but isn't there a saying that is quite correct, I'd rather believe it."

Song Nan heard this from Huang Dingguo's clients. Many people came to Huang Dingguo to have a look. Those who don't believe it say that they would rather believe it.

Song Nan didn't know why, so he just picked it up, and it fit the topic just now.

Feng Yue snorted coldly, raised his legs and walked forward a few steps, then suddenly turned back to look at Song Nan, half-closed his eyes and asked with some scrutiny, "Liu Hao told you that he was dragged down by the water ghost and drowned." of?"

Feng Yue's pause was very problematic, but Song Nan, who had never been thoughtful, didn't hear anything else from his words, and quickly shook his head in denial, "It's nothing, how can it be."

This kind of denial was a little guilty for Song Nan. He always felt that the denial just now was a little weak, so he hurriedly added, "He is dead, where can you tell me?"

"Just because someone spread rumors about you, you have a look of conviction?" Feng Yue said with a smile, "I told you for him."

"A lot of things are passed on one by one." Song Nan touched his nose, "People are dead, if they are dragged down and drowned by something, they won't be able to speak."

"Isn't your father a fortune teller?" Feng Yue said, "Didn't he teach you a little bit?"

"I don't have that wisdom root." Song Nan waved his hand, "It's destined not to be the one who eats that bowl of rice."

Feng Yue smiled and didn't answer any more. He walked forward slowly, and when he reached the highway above, he suddenly said, "During the conversation with Liu Bingcai last time, he didn't say anything about the rumor you just said. one thing."

"He is eager to outsource the reservoir now, not to mention that you and Mr. Pei are so willing to give money, how can he tell you the truth." Song Nan thinks that Fengyue looks very bad to deceive someone, but his idea is so naive, "I want to change it. It's me, I'm sure I won't say anything."

"So, you also believe what they said?" Feng Yue asked.

This question really confused Song Nan. He didn't believe what they told him, but after hearing what Liu Bingcai said to him and seeing Liu Hao after his death, he began to worry about his death. Doubts arose.

"Half and half," Song Nan pretended to be profound, "This kind of thing has not been explained for thousands of years."

"If there are really water ghosts who pull people into the water, are you afraid?" Feng Yue asked curiously.

afraid!

Don't talk about water ghosts who pull people into the water, Liu Hao is enough, otherwise, why don't I talk about the price as a middleman for you.

Song Nan thought so in his heart, but put on an expression of fearlessness on his face, waved his hand and said indifferently, "I am a living person, so I am afraid of a dead person."

The words were so powerful and the posture was just right that Huang Diwen, who was walking in the front, didn't have time to stare at him when he turned around and pointed at him and smiled when he heard this.

"Hahahahaha..." Huang Diwen stood on a high rock, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, as if someone had tapped his laughing acupoint.

Song Nan finally came to his senses, gave him a hard gouged look, and cursed, "Laughing fart, walk back by yourself in a while."

Huang Diwen immediately put back the ridicule on his face, and put on an innocent expression that I was wrong and I shouldn't laugh at you. It was easy to put on and off. Song Nan sometimes suspected that the reason why his grades kept going downhill was because he put all his energy into it. It's all about expression management.

Fengyue didn't approve of his words and didn't laugh at him like Huang Diwen did. He just pursed his lips and smiled and stepped onto the road.

[The author has something to say]: Come on for the final exam