The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Feng Yue casually pulled off the vest and put it on his body. Seeing that Song Nan didn't respond for a long time, he couldn't help but took two steps towards him, "What are you looking at?"

"You..." Song Nan gave him a complicated look.

Feng Yue followed his gaze and looked down at himself, "What?"

Song Nan looked tangled, and hesitantly praised, "The figure is really good."

Feng Yue frowned, smiled faintly, opened the closet and pulled a shirt and put it on.

Song Nan: "..." What do you mean?

When Zhang He finished cleaning, Song Nan had already brought up two stools, and by the way, he also took three cans of chilled water from the refrigerator. Zhang He didn’t know if he was still afraid, so he sat down awkwardly, and Song Nan handed over a can of Coke. He, "Take two sips to calm down the shock."

Zhang He took the Coke and held it in his hand. The cold touch unexpectedly calmed him a lot, and he forced a smile, "Shouldn't you drink to suppress shock?"

Song Nan originally looked down on Cui Pengfei after he knew the truth about Cui Pengfei's death, and his face darkened instantly when he heard this, "If you drink Coke, it's because of Uncle Zhang, don't stare at your face."

Zhang He twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, pulled the pull ring and took a sip.

Song Nan opened a can by himself and pushed the other can in front of Fengyue. Fengyue waved his hand and looked at Zhang He, and said bluntly, "Should you give a reasonable explanation for what happened tonight?"

Song Nan's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Zhang He subconsciously. Zhang He was also looking up at him. Song Nan felt a little guilty because he already knew the truth of the matter. He turned his face and glanced at Feng Yue. does not work.

"Don't talk about sleepwalking," Feng Yue directly broke his fantasy, "People who sleepwalk generally don't open their eyes, let alone talk to others."

The implication is already clear, Zhang He not only opened his eyes, but also had a few hoarse conversations with Song Nan, and even got his arm broken by Feng Yue because of his words and deeds too excited.

It would be too far-fetched to talk about sleepwalking now.

But to be honest, Song Nan got entangled again.

Now it's not because he's afraid that Fengyue won't believe it or if he believes it, he will abandon him and go away. What he's worried about now is that if he tells the truth and Fengyue also believes it, what if he scares people?

It's good to scare people, and it will pass after a few days and a half months. What he is struggling with is, if Fengyue really believes that the Heishuiwan Reservoir is haunted, what should I do if the resort project is stopped?

He also expects to start a small business to make money after this project is completed. If this matter is shelved because of this, wouldn't the plan to make money he planned for half a day just go away?

The more Song Nan thought about it, the more entangled he became, but if he didn't tell the truth, seeing Fengyue like this, he probably wouldn't believe any nonsense excuses.

It's hard to do.

Just when Song Nan was struggling, Zhang He who was opposite suddenly spoke.

"Do you... believe in ghosts in this world?"

Song Nan looked up, and Zhang Hezheng was staring at Fengyue expectantly, as if waiting for him to nod before continuing.

He is counting on these two people to help him now, Song Nan is entangled but he is not entangled, he pretends that the inside is about to rot.

Song Nan turned his head to look at Feng Yue who was lowering his head and swiping his phone. Feng Yue's movements did not stop because of the sudden words. From Song Nan's point of view, he could clearly see his side face with his head lowered. The contours and facial expressions have always been indifferent, not even a frown.

Song Nan was not sure whether he believed it or not, and he was a little nervous holding Coke's hand.

"Well," after a long while, Feng Yue moved his gaze from the phone screen to Zhang He's face, with inquiry and curiosity in his eyes, "and then?"

"But..." Zhang He didn't seem to expect it to go so smoothly, did he believe it?

"You want to say that what you did an hour ago was done by someone else?" Feng Yue guessed without waiting for his answer, "Is it the ghost you just said?"

Song Nan was startled, and quickly recalled whether he had slipped his tongue in front of Fengyue. When Zhang He went crazy and was about to jump into the reservoir, Song Nan did ask him if he was Cui Pengfei in order to stop him.

Could it be that Feng Yue had already guessed it at that time?

No way, aren't these intellectuals the most advocating science, and they can also doubt this?

Zhang He didn't seem to expect Feng Yue's simple rhetorical question to tell the truth, he was a little dumb, and nodded after a while as a tacit consent.

"Then are you a human or a ghost now?" Feng Yue asked again.

"Human!" Zhang He probably was afraid of being misunderstood by him and driving him out of the house, he nodded hurriedly, "It's a human being..." After saying that, he didn't forget to pull his face as a guarantee, "It's really a human being. "

"Oh." Feng Yue continued to lower his head and swipe his phone, "Why did that ghost come to you? Did you do something to be sorry for others?"

Song Nan opened his mouth, only to remember that when Zhang He confessed his crime to him, Feng Yue went to pee.

Zhang He frowned with a tangled face, as if he was a little hard to say what he had said once, and he didn't say a fart for a long time.

Song Nan couldn't see it, so he took the conversation and briefly talked about Zhang He's confession to him, then looked at Feng Yue, "I have never encountered such a thing before, and I am younger than him, so I don't know what to do. How to deal with it."

The implication is that you seem to be the biggest here, so make up your mind.

Feng Yue finally put away the phone, glanced at Song Nan and Zhang He's faces, and said calmly, "Why do you think you were entangled by him?"

Zhang He's hand holding the Coke can trembled, sniffed and said, "I'm sorry for him, I shouldn't have saved him..."

"That's all," Feng Yue interrupted him in a cold voice, "It's unrighteous for a friend not to rescue him, and it's a crime to hide his clothes so that he can't find him, but you living people have lived so long with peace of mind For years, not only did he not take responsibility for his mistakes, but he lied and deceived adults, perhaps, what he wanted was the truth."

Song Nan was taken aback, yes, he always thought that the reason Cui Pengfei did this was just for revenge, but after revenge, even those who died would not come back alive, why did he do this again and again?

Feng Yue's words resolved most of the doubts in his heart.

However, this is just Fengyue's guess. Cui Pengfei's own thinking depends on what he thinks.

Song Nan subconsciously turned his head and looked around. Apart from the three of them, there was no one else in the room, and there was no shadow that only he could see.

He was quite afraid of seeing ghosts, but now he desperately hoped that he could see Cui Pengfei and talk to him in person. Although Zhang He's behavior was indeed unforgivable and unforgivable, but... thinking of Uncle Zhang, Song The backlog of emotions in the man's heart after knowing the truth dissipated little by little.

When is the time for retribution.

Feng Yue didn't seem very surprised after listening to Zhang He's words, and there was no surprised expression on his face. Song Nan was inexplicably admirable. The heart is really not a little bit strong.

Song Nan secretly pushed Zhang He's request for help to Feng Yue, who was the oldest present, on the grounds that "I am younger than Zhang He and can't make up my mind." Feng Yue pondered for a moment, "Frankly."

This was said by looking at Zhang He. It is estimated that he did not expect that Feng Yue's idea after thinking for a long time turned out to be this. Zhang He was a little at a loss.

"No way... If I confess, I will be beaten to death by my father!" Zhang He stood up from his chair anxiously.

Feng Yue frowned and looked at him, "Are you still afraid of being beaten?"

Zhang He opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.

Song Nan looked at Zhang He with hatred, gritted his teeth and said, "If you really don't have any regrets, then I can't help you... No," Song Nan pointed at him, and said, "Even if I Can or won’t help.”

Zhang He was taken aback, and shook his head eagerly to deny, "I'm not without regret. I've had nightmares every night for the past few years, and it's only been better after going to other places in the past two years..." Zhang He sat back on his chair while talking. "My dad has high blood pressure, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it..."

The contrast between the words before and after this was too great. Song Nan didn't believe it in his heart, but when Zhang He mentioned Uncle Zhang, Song Nan sighed hard and turned to look at Fengyue.

"I won't let you die, what can't you accept?" Feng Yue glanced at him, got up and pointed to the door, "Just go here, go back and rest first, and you will explain this clearly to your parents tomorrow. Do whatever you want."

When Zhang He heard the words "Go back first", he shook his head like a rattle in horror, "What should I do if he comes to see me after I go back? Let me stay tonight..."

"Do you think there is room here for you?" Although Song Nan was a little worried that Cui Pengfei would come to him again, but he was also a little wicked in his heart. He hoped that Cui Pengfei would teach him another lesson to scare him, but Song Nan knew that Well, if Cui Pengfei really finds him again, it must be more than just scaring him.

"My dad's room is empty," Song Nan said, "You can go to his room and rest."

Zhang He, who is afraid of ghosts, shook his head again and again, "Don't worry about me, I'll just sit in your living room for one night."

"It's up to you." Song Nan carried the chair out of Fengyue's bedroom, yawned and returned to Huang Diwen's room.

On the bed, Huang Diwen turned over and fell asleep soundly with his mouth open. Song Nan went over and flicked his finger on the tip of his nose, but there was no response.

Song Nan clicked his tongue twice, and he didn't have time to change his clothes when he went out, which is more convenient now.

Song Nan touched the remote control of the air conditioner, raised the temperature in the room by two degrees, put a towel on Huang Diwen's stomach, and turned off the light.

Originally thought that after running for half a night, he should just fall asleep on the bed, but after Song Nan lay down, he couldn't fall asleep. The room was quite dark, and he could see the light in the living room outside from the crack of the door. He lay on the bed and turned over. Turning around, staring at the bright light under the crack of the door, thinking about what Zhang He was thinking at the moment.

If you think about it, you won’t repent. At this point, you’re still worried about being beaten after you confess the truth.