The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"I won't promise you." Song Nan shook his head, licked his dry lips, reached out to touch the half glass of water on the bedside table, and was about to drink it when he saw Liu Hao backing away violently as if frightened After several steps, he retreated to the bottom of the wall.

Song Nan was stunned, took a sip of water from the cup, and looked at Liu Hao who was standing against the wall without knowing why.

One person and one ghost were in such a stalemate, and it was impossible for Liu Hao to continue to sleep without leaving Song Nan. He sat on the head of the bed, holding the glass water glass tightly in his hand, but his eyes never left Liu Hao's body.

Knowing Liu Hao's intentions, he couldn't be distracted.

If you don't pay attention, Liu Hao might sneak in. Song Nan sighed in his heart. Even if Liu Hao left tonight, he didn't dare to sleep carelessly.

"Lend it to me as a good deed." After a stalemate for a few minutes, Liu Hao begged, "I will pay you back when I use it up."

Song Nan still shook his head, "I can help you with other things, but this matter is out of the question." After thinking for a while, he said, "Even if you grab it hard, I will try my best to not give it to you."

"Heh, Zhang Shuncai's family treats you very well, right?" Liu Hao suddenly changed his tone, "Even if his son dies like me because of your stubbornness, you still stand by and watch?"

Song Nan was startled, and sat up straight, "Zhang He?"

"The next one is Zhang He, just wait." Liu Hao sneered twice, his whole body passed through the closed door, but his voice kept echoing in the small room, "Your stubbornness will kill someone sooner or later." human life."

"Wait!" Song Nan got off the bed, and chased after him all the way without putting down the water glass in his hand, "Speak clearly!"

But there was no sign of Liu Hao outside the door, and even the voice disappeared, only Song Nan's shouting echoed in the corridor.

The door of Huang Diwen's bedroom clicked, and the door was opened from the inside. The sleepy Huang Diwen stood at the door with half-closed eyes and a sleepy expression, "Brother, what are you shouting at night?"

Song Nan chased him all the way to the stairs, but he didn't see Liu Hao's shadow again. He raised his head and drank the remaining two sips of water in his hand, and waved at Huang Diwen, "Liu Hao just came."

"Liu..." Huang Diwen stopped yawning halfway, "Did you just say Liu Hao?"

"Well," Song Nan went back to the room, poured a glass of water from the kettle and drank a couple of sips, "I've already left."

"I'll go!" Huang Diwen seemed to be terribly frightened, almost scrambling into Song Nan's bedroom, and locked the door by the way, "You were talking to Liu Hao just now?"

"Yeah." Song Nan poured another glass after drinking the water, and put it on the bedside, "I probably won't come again, you go back to sleep."

"No!" Huang Diwen jumped directly onto Song Nan's crib, "I'll squeeze with you tonight."

Song Nan: "..."

"I'm afraid." Huang Diwen had already laid down first, pulled the towel and put it on his chest, and asked in a low voice, "Hasn't he been here for a few days?"

Song Nan pushed him in and pushed him to lie down on the edge of the bed. Sure enough, Liu Hao didn't lie to him. Fengyue had been in peace for the past few days, and Fengyue came to him as soon as he left.

But what did he mean by what he just said?

Song Nan turned over and lay on his back, recalling Zhang He's expression when he came to look for him before, he couldn't help but frowned. Could it be that Zhang He had something to do with Liu Hao's death?

As soon as this idea came up, Song Nan himself denied it. Zhang He had been studying in other provinces. When Liu Hao died, he was in other places, so it was impossible to have anything to do with him.

That is, the "he" in Liu Hao's mouth is related to Zhang He.

Thinking of Zhang He's hesitation when he was asked, Song Nan was even more sure of this point, but what made him a little puzzled was who the "he" Liu Hao was talking about.

"What did he tell you?" Huang Diwen asked in a low voice, touching his arm.

"Why are you asking so much, little brat?" Song Nan pressed his forehead and pushed in, "Sleep, I have to report to Venus the day after tomorrow."

"No hurry," Huang Diwen grabbed the towel and moved it in, raised his index finger to make a comparison with Song Nan, "ask me another question."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, signaling to fart quickly.

"Why did he leave suddenly?"

Song Nan frowned, this question also made him feel strange.

Liu Hao came to him obviously with a purpose, and it was impossible to talk easily because Song Nan didn't want to let it go. Song Nan thought of the scene where Liu Hao suddenly retreated a few steps back and was next to the wall, and his doubts became even greater.

Liu Hao's reaction at that time was obviously fearful. Although there were not many changes in his expression on his translucent face, judging from the speed of his retreat and the change of his attitude before and after, Liu Hao's reaction at that time was definitely afraid.

Scared?

afraid of what?

Song Nan frowned and thought about it all night, but he couldn't figure it out.

Song Nan stayed up all night with his eyes open, and finally closed his eyes when it was almost dawn. When he woke up again, the sun was already high, and Huang Diwen was gone.

Song Nan jumped up from the bed violently, ran to the full-length mirror, raised his hand, and "slapped" his face twice, the sound was quite loud, startling Feng Yue who was about to step in.

Feng Yue froze at the door, and when Song Nan was about to slap his blushing face again, he said, "So cruel?"

The sudden voice behind him startled Song Nan. When he turned his head sideways to look at the source of the sound, he reflexively took half a step forward, and wiped his face on the cold glass mirror. The two slaps I just slapped myself still hurt.

"What are you doing?" Feng Yue was standing at the door with his backpack in his hand. Seeing this posture, he was a little afraid to go in. "Did you drink it if you didn't wake up?"

"Just got up..." Song Nan was relieved when he saw that it was Fengyue who came, and raised his hand to rub his cheeks twice, "Didn't you go to find President Pei? It was done so quickly?"

"I have made a preliminary plan," Feng Yue took the bag and was about to put it on the only bedside table in the house where things could be placed. When he saw the half glass of water on it, he glanced at Song Nan's face and frowned slightly. Eyebrow, "didn't you sleep well?"

"It's okay..." Song Nanxin said that I didn't sleep all night. Seeing Fengyue standing aside, he glanced at the bedside table, and his eyes fell on the messy bed, "I thought you had to stay for a few days , " After saying that, he bent down and pulled the sheet, "I came back to sleep last night, it just so happens that the sun is good today, wash and change."

Feng Yue didn't speak, "Uncle Zhang's son is back?"

Song Nan paused as he took new sheets from the cabinet, "How do you know?"

"I bumped into an intersection when I first entered the door." Feng Yue took the water glass away and put it in his bag. "He said that he had discussed it with his son, and the contract was signed, and he will deliver it later."

Song Nan just remembered the matter of the reservoir. Liu Bingcai agreed, but Uncle Zhang didn't give an answer, "Then you've been busy for a few days. Are you busy?"

"I can't," Feng Yue took two steps forward and pulled the corner of the end of the bed into the mattress, "He won't refuse."

Song Nan glanced at him, "So confident?"

"Qiyang Township is the slowest developing town among all the towns. To put it bluntly, it is the poorest one," Feng Yue said. If you run a farm, you will get more money than guarding that broken reservoir.”

Song Nan really didn't think about this. He has been running around with Fengyue for the past few days. After waking up, he was still working, so he encloses the tobacco-growing land before and starts farming and farmhouse entertainment, which is more profitable than running outside under the sun.

"Business people are quick-witted," Song Nan laughed twice, "Thank you for reminding me."

The contract signed jointly with Liu Bingcai was sent by Zhang He. Fengyue was writing the proposal in Huang Diwen's room with a laptop in his arms. Song Nan took over the contract for him.

"My dad said that you melted two talismans for Liu Hao's dad?" Zhang He didn't leave after delivering the contract, but sat down directly on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Song Nan was startled, and it took him a few seconds to realize that Liu Hao's father he said was Liu Bingcai.

"Ah," Song Nan accepted the contract and nodded, "Why?"

"Give me one too." Zhang He said hesitantly.

"What?" Song Nan thought he had heard it wrong. You must know that Zhang He used to say that Huang Dingguo was a money-swindler behind his back, and now he actually asked the son of the magic stick to give him a charm.

"My dad said, if it wasn't for your Taoist talisman, maybe the person who left that day would have been Liu Hao's dad." Zhang He said.

This word came from an intellectual at the Mindfulness University, which made Song Nan want to laugh for no reason, and then he laughed out of shame, "Do you believe it?"

After Zhang He said this, he regretted a little, and Song Nan's half-smile tone made him a little annoyed, but the dream last night made him a little distracted, since his father stepped on the wooden boat five years ago After slipping into the reservoir and being rescued, he has been nagging all the time, but with the dream last night, his father's nagging words made him want to give it a try.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Song Nan guessed that this person lost face, but he didn't intend to leave... Song Nan suddenly remembered what Liu Hao said when he left last night.

The next one is Zhang He...

Song Nan boldly guessed, "Did you dream last night?"

Zhang He moved his hand on the stone table, but there was no sound.

"Nightmare?" Song Nan said again.

Zhang He raised his face to look at him, frowned and pursed his mouth tightly, as if he didn't want to say more, "Just say you can melt it?"

"Yes," Song Nan said, "whether it's useful or not is another story, but..." He paused, sat down on the stone bench opposite Zhang He, tilted his head to look at him, Zhang He's expression was not very good Good-looking, with black eyes, but better than his sleepless face, "Let me guess again, you dreamed of Liu Hao, didn't you?"

Zhang He stared at him with his pupils shrunk, and he didn't answer, but he was silent at this time.

Song Nan guessed right, but he didn't feel excited after guessing right, but worried a little more.

What Liu Hao said last night may not be a joke.

But he couldn't understand, how could Liu Hao's death be related to Zhang He?When he died, Zhang He was out of town?

[The author has something to say]: Continue at night