The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Song Nan raised his hand to his lips and whistled. The people in the yard turned their faces away when they heard the sound. He yelled, "Brother!"

When Song Nan heard this "Brother", the depression accumulated in his heart for the past two days gradually dissipated like an ebb tide, and he grinned involuntarily.

"All the food is inside." Song Nan handed the suitcase to Huang Diwen, "The password has not been changed, the original three zeros." After speaking, he kicked off the stool on the ground, took over Huang Diwen's work, and tied the suitcase on the ground. Good tobacco is hung on the rope.

Just after drying five handfuls, Huang Diwen's voice came from behind, his tone full of disappointment, "What? There's nothing!"

"Huh?" Song Nan turned his head sideways, and was stunned when he caught sight of the suitcase whose lid had been lifted by Huang Diwen.

On one side was a neatly folded black overcoat, and on the other side were several document bags, with two large red letters stamped on them—Top Secret.

Song Nan stared at the two words for a long while, and when he realized that he didn't recognize them, he threw the file bag aside, and then reached out to pull up the black coat that was folded almost as much as the counter lady in the specialty store.

The texture of the coat is very comfortable, like touching the fur of a rabbit, but Song Nan did not pay attention to the quality of the coat, but slowly tightened his eyebrows.

The size of the box was about the same as his, and they were all a little reflective black, but if you look closely, the details are still different.Although this suitcase is also black, there are some curved lines vaguely embedded in the black. Maybe because the environment was too dark at the time, Song Nan didn't notice it. When he saw it in broad daylight, the difference appeared.

Moreover, there is a white check-in belt tied to the trolley of this suitcase. It is so eye-catching white that Song Nan has never noticed it!

This suitcase is not his!

Song Nan suddenly remembered the handsome guy Xiao Yu had mentioned about the invincible Thunderbolt in the universe.

He sighed speechlessly, and said to Huang Diwen behind him, "When I got out of the car, I took it wrong with someone, just change it back."

He said it casually, and Huang Diwen listened casually, but only he knew in his heart that this "return" may be far away.

However, Dad's ashes are still in that box.

It has been almost ten days since Huang Dingguo passed away, and Song Nan has always felt very regretful.

It's a pity that when Huang Dingguo took his last breath, he couldn't kneel in front of him to die. It's a pity that he went abroad with his ashes for three days, but Huang Dingguo never showed up.

And now, he lost the ashes.

The inner emotions are not just a simple word of regret, but more of self-blame and annoyance.

He couldn't help but think of the super invincible handsome guy that Xiaoyu said last night, he had to calm down.

There were three people who carpooled with him last night, two men and a woman, the man and the woman were obviously a couple, and the man who got on the car with the woman had a stomach that looked like an inflated ball. From the aesthetic point of view, it is obviously impossible for him to be the handsome man in the super invincible Universe Thunderbolt.

That leaves... the man on the plane who reached out to pick up his vomit!

He didn't have Xiaoyu's contact information, not to mention WeChat, he didn't even have a QQ, so he had to make another trip in person.

"Ma'am, how long is the braised beef noodles I want?"

As soon as Song Nan entered, he heard this voice head-on, so startled that he thought he had entered a noodle restaurant by mistake.

"You like to eat soft ones, don't you? You have to wait another minute for the soft ones!" In addition to a specially equipped Apple all-in-one computer, there are several buckets of bubbles with plastic forks next to the mouse pad at Xiaoyu's cash register. Song Nan glanced at the noodle barrels, which were colorful and varied.

"Didn't you just come back?" Xiao Yu pointed to one of the buckets of instant noodles and let a fat man take it away. Seeing Song Nan who pushed the door and came in, "Why are you here again?"

"I didn't come here to surf the Internet," Song Nan said, with a anxious expression on his face, "You... the man you mentioned earlier, who is more handsome than the universe, do you have his contact information?"

"Tsk," Xiao Yu gave him a look like an idiot, "I still want to ask you, but you still want to come with me."

"No?" Song Nan frowned.

"Where did I go?" Xiao Yu frowned even tighter than him.

"Didn't he look for me? Didn't he leave a contact information or something?" Song Nan said in disbelief.

"As soon as he came, he said to find someone named Song Nan," Xiao Yu said, "I thought he was here to trouble you, so I said no, and he just left." After saying that, Xiao Yu sighed, very sad He said, "It's so chic, the voice is nice, and the background is very tall...Hey, how did you know this guy? As soon as he walked towards the door of my Internet cafe, I knew he was definitely not here to surf the Internet..."

"Forget it." Song Nan got a headache from her twittering. He didn't understand how a thirty-year-old woman could be so noisy. Song Nan turned around and planned to leave, "Just pretend I didn't ask."

"Hey! Wait!" Xiao Yu stopped him, "If you have his contact information, please tell me, even if it's a certain nickname!" After finishing speaking, he muttered softly, "This man is so right..."

Song Nan: "..."

Song Nan ignored her, opened the door and went out.

At this time, he hopes to have a contact information more than anyone else.

Even if it's a certain treasure's nickname!

In the vast sea of ​​people, why is it so hard to find someone whose name you don't even know?

Song Nan suddenly remembered the few file bags in the suitcase, which might contain the contact information of that handsome guy in the universe!

When Song Nan came home, Huang Diwen had already hung up almost all the tobacco to dry, and was lying on the stone table in the yard doing his homework, his brows were furrowed, and he knew that he couldn't write the answer and was holding back.

"Where's the box?" Song Nan scanned the yard and asked him.

"I put it in the house." Huang Diwen raised his head to look at him, "Did you find anyone?"

Song Nan didn't answer, he went straight into the room and took out the box.

The suitcase was much lighter than his own, and Song Nan couldn't help but click his tongue. He carried it twice at the beginning, why didn't he feel it?

He stared at the box, looked left and right, and gradually frowned.

This box is neither fashionable nor trendy in appearance, except that it is the same color as mine, it looks too well-behaved, like the wife in a national drama who pretends to be a rich man and elopes with someone, it is old-fashioned and old-fashioned. .

Why did I pick up the wrong thing like I was blind at that time?

And no matter how you look at it, it is not as expensive as yourself!

If you can't change it all the time, besides not letting your father die in peace, it will also be a loss in terms of the amount of money spent.

Song Nan directly skipped the black coat, and reached out to pick up a few file bags next to him.

There are only two words on the file bag, Song Nan only knows one of them, and Huang Diwen taught him to read it when he was playing games.

"Come here." Song Nan waved to Huang Diwen who was in the yard, "What is this?"

Huang Diwen glanced at it, "Top secret, it's equivalent to a secret." After finishing speaking, he thought for a while with his chin on his hands, "It's just something that can't be shown to others casually."

Song Nan couldn't help but clicked his tongue, why didn't he just lock it up and put it in a paper bag if it was top secret.

Without further ado, Song Nan tore off the sealing rope on the document bag, and all the documents inside fell out, along with a few photos.

"Look at what's written." Song Nan felt a headache when he saw the densely packed words on the document, and threw it directly to Huang Diwen.

Huang Diwen was not good at arithmetic, but he was good at reading characters. He took the document in Song Nan's hand and looked at it seriously. After a few minutes, he said that he was holding the thickest book-like thing and said, "This is like a book. It’s a resume, it’s in Chinese and English, it’s a bit hard to understand, but it has his name on it.”

"What's your name?" Song Nan seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

"...Mountain... Peak? Yue?" Huang Diwen read in a low voice. Seeing Song Nan frown and stare at him, he hurriedly took the dictionary on the stone table, "I'll look it up first, you wait..."

With Huang Diwen's unremitting efforts, Song Nan finally figured out the pronunciation of these two complicated characters.

"Look at what's written on it again." Song Nan opened another file bag and threw the two pages inside to Huang Diwen.

"This is a rental contract," Huang Diwen read it for a few minutes, and when Song Nan was getting impatient, he said, "There is a mobile phone number on it, but the contact person's name is not Fengyue, but Su Ke."

No matter what it is called, if this thing is in Feng Yue's hands, that Su Ke must have something to do with him.

Song Nan looked at the mobile phone number on the contract, and dialed it after comparing the numbers one by one.

After the phone rang a few times, a woman's voice came from the receiver, "Hello."

"Hello, hello," Song Nan said hurriedly, "Well, do you know Fengyue?"

The person on the other end of the phone was startled, "You are?"

"My name is Song Nan," Song Nan knew that he had found the right one as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said, "I may have had a little misunderstanding with him last night, that, can you give him his contact information..."

Before Song Nan finished speaking, he was interrupted by the woman named Su Ke on the other end of the phone, "I'm his girlfriend, please tell me if there is any misunderstanding."

"Girlfriend?" Song Nan was startled for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Girlfriend is fine too, but he seems to have taken the wrong luggage with mine...Hello? Hey, hey?"

A series of busy tones on the other end of the phone made Song Nan a little confused. He took down the phone and looked at it. The signal and battery are full. Why is the connection disconnected?

When Song Nan dialed again, the other end hung up directly, and when he dialed again, the number was empty.

Fuck!

Song Nan couldn't help cursing, what's the matter?

Su Ke glanced at the phone numbers that she had pulled into the blacklist, with contempt on her face.

Feng Yue's popularity has no distinction between men and women and has no national boundaries. In the past, when I was in college, I would meet men and women who came to confess their love. Feng Yue felt annoying, so he filled in Su Ke's phone number in his personal information. As soon as it was a woman who answered the phone, most of them guessed it was his girlfriend, and the confession rate dropped a lot.

Because of this, Su Ke blocked a lot of rotten peach blossoms for Fengyue, and the person who made this call to find Fengyue was [-]% the same as those people.

The number of times Su Ke has encountered this kind of thing is beyond count, but she never expected that someone would come to Feng Yue not long after returning to China!

Still a man!

Is the country so unrestrained now? ? ?

On the other hand, Song Nan was anxious, angry, and very upset, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, the contract not only had contact information, but also an address.

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