The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Fengyue's "felt" made Song Nan believe that his ancestors were exorcising ghosts, and he almost said something that made Fengyue simply stop doing it and keep Wang Minzhen under control.

It's just that the words rolled around his lips and were swallowed by him. Although Wang Minzhen threatened him with Huang Diwen's life, Song Nan is not an emotionless animal. He can see things that ordinary people can't see since he was a child. Ghosts, and they also know that there is a type of people among them who are unwilling to accept their own desire to live in other ways after death.Song Nan has seen the pain Wang Minzhen suffered before his death, so he can understand Wang Minzhen's wish to use Huang Diwen's body to live on and even avenge his own death, but as Huang Diwen's elder brother, he Nothing but sympathy.

So he stopped talking in time. Although he disliked Wang Minzhen's threat to him, he also couldn't understand the behavior of Tan Shijia and others. Such a person would not be a good bird even if he came from society in the future.

Furthermore, he also wanted to help Wang Minzhen and give her justice.

But this matter needs to be discussed in the long run, but the time Wang Minzhen gave him is really urgent.His conversation with Tan Shijia just now didn't go well, and it almost sparked a spark. He really didn't have much confidence in changing Song Nan by himself in three days.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Yue put a glass of water in front of him and asked.

Song Nan was dazed, subconsciously shook his head, touched the water glass and took a sip to hide his uneasiness.

Feng Yue saw all this in his eyes, and his eyes swept over his right hand on the table, "Apply some medicine."

"It's been wiped off." Song Nan turned his head and glanced at his hand. Maybe he didn't pay attention when he wiped his forehead just now, and he wiped off most of the medicine on the back of his hand.

Feng Yue got up and walked out of the office. When he came back, he held half a box of cotton swabs in his hand, and raised his chin at him, "Did you wipe it with your own hands?"

"Huh?" Song Nan glanced at the cotton swab in his hand, clicked his tongue and said nothing.

"What about the medicine?" Feng Yue asked.

"I'll do it myself." Song Nan said.

"Tell me what Wang Min really wants from you." Feng Yue sat down directly on the desk, looking at him with a cotton swab in his hand.

Song Nan felt more guilty when he saw him, so he had to take out the burn ointment from his pocket and hand it to him, trying to change the subject, "This medicine doesn't seem to be very effective..."

"Has this happened before?" Feng Yue pretended not to hear, unscrewed the plaster and squeezed it on a cotton swab, and said, "You can see ghosts, but the ghosts follow your brother."

"No." Regarding his younger brother, Song Nan had to face Feng Yue's questioning, "This is the first time."

Feng Yue frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Song Nan nodded, "They used to look for me, and no ghost has ever looked for my brother."

"Liu Hao and Cui Pengfei didn't seem to see Xiaowen when they appeared last time," Feng Yue said.

"Wang Minzhen, he can't see either." Song Nan felt the cool touch from the back of his hand, and slightly pressed down the hot layer of discomfort on the back of his hand. He turned his head and held the water glass with his left hand and drank slowly. "But I don't understand, since he can't see, why did Wang Minzhen come to my brother?"

Because of the jade ring finger on his body, Feng Yue said in his heart, but Huang Diwen really couldn't see them, this is what Feng Yue was puzzled about.

He glanced at Song Nan's slightly frowned face slowly drinking water, his eyes returned to the cotton swab in his hand, the fingertips holding the cotton swab quickly retracted, and the thumb on the top of the cotton swab was squeezed hard With the next press, a mung bean-sized blood drop quickly appeared from the tip of the middle finger.

Feng Yue retracted his finger and tapped his fingertips on the back of his hand as if inadvertently. Song Nan hissed and almost dropped the cup.

"Sorry." Feng Yue said calmly.

Song Nan looked down at the back of his hand, "I'll do it myself."

"It's almost there," Feng Yue held the cotton swab much softer than before, "finish this medicine."

"By the way, how did your school handle Wang Minzhen's case?" Song Nan asked curiously, "There are also many people from No. [-] Middle School who are studying here. Why didn't I hear any gossip?"

"It was resolved privately." Feng Yue handed him back the scald ointment. "The news is still tightly sealed. Wang Minzhen's parents don't seem to want to make this matter a big deal, and the principal also wants to calm things down. Naturally, everyone is happy in the end."

Song Nan frowned when he heard this, "Calm down?"

Feng Yue took a look at him, "The idea is similar to Wang Minzhen's parents."

"Oh oh oh..." Song Nan groaned a few times like a chicken pecking at rice, and then his brows became more and more tightly frowned, "His parents don't want to know why their daughter committed suicide?"

This is also what Feng Yue wondered, but Wang Minzhen is not a student in his class, and this matter has nothing to do with him. Although he has doubts, he doesn't want to find an answer to satisfy his curiosity.

"I have to ask her parents about this." Feng Yue sat back in front of the computer and said.

Song Nan suddenly remembered that Wang Minzhen seemed to have mentioned his parents before, and then contacted Fengyue to say that the relationship between Wang Minzhen and his parents did not seem to be very good?

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the medicine, but Song Nan feels that his body is much better than before, and he doesn't even feel like clenching his fist.

"This medicine is quite good." Song Nan took out his mobile phone and took several photos of the ointment, boasting while taking pictures.

"It's okay if you don't say it." Fengyue only had one class this afternoon, and stayed in the office after class, sitting in front of the computer and didn't know what he was doing, typing on the keyboard from time to time, and occasionally answering Song Nan if.

"Maybe I misunderstood it." Song Nan stretched out his right hand in front of him, stretched out his five fingers, opened it, then clenched his fist, then opened it again, performing back and forth twice, and said with satisfaction, "Look, I How does it feel to be all right?"

"Then this medicine is quite good." Feng Yue echoed.

"And it's not expensive." Song Nan emphasized. After finishing speaking, he checked his mobile phone to make sure that the photos were saved.

Fengyue: "..."

Song Nan used to have a lot of photos and emoticons in his cell phone, but he deleted a lot of them because of insufficient memory. He was afraid that when he was playing with the phone, he would find that the memory was not enough, so he deleted the photos again. Photos of the plaster were posted.

In the middle of the pass, he suddenly remembered one thing. The reason why Tan Shijia found trouble with his brother was because his brother said that there were photos of her and his boyfriend beating someone. Obviously, there is no photo of beating someone, but there is an intimate photo.

Tan Shijia is a girl who cares a lot about other people's eyes and opinions. To put it bluntly, she is very concerned about her reputation. Thinking of the scene she saw in the stairwell earlier, Song Nan's mood suddenly improved after being depressed all afternoon.

A lot of photos were automatically uploaded to icloud before, but later Song Nan thought that the deletion would take up too much memory, so he turned off icloud, unexpectedly it would come in handy at this time.

After Song Nan activated it, he couldn't wait to go in and rummage through it. Sure enough, he found the photo of Tan Shijia being held in Qin Si's arms and playing shooting.It's a pity that the photo only has a silhouette, and the outline of the face is not very clear. If Tan Shijia strongly denies it, he really can't identify the person in the photo as her.

Song Nan became depressed again.

Feng Yue sat across from him, seeing his expression of smiling and frowning for a while, and now he sighed, and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, look at this." Song Nan hesitated for half a second before reaching out to Fengyue to follow, "Can you recognize who is on it?"

Feng Yue almost recognized the person in the photo as Qin Si at the first glance. The last time he led people to block Huang Diwen at the street was so profound that Feng Yue could not forget him.

But Song Nan didn't know what happened that day. If he said Qin Si's name accurately, Song Nan would definitely get to the bottom of it. Before Huang Diwen took the initiative to tell Song Nan about it, Feng Yue would naturally keep it a secret for him. So he directly chose to ignore it, and turned his attention to the girl in Qin Si's arms.

The girl was half-armed by Qin Si, her face was slightly sideways as if she was talking to him, her hair was hanging down, which just blocked the profile of her side face, but even so, Feng Yue still gave her a glance. I recognized it.

"Why do you have a photo of Tan Shijia?" Feng Yue asked.

"Damn it!" Song Nan was still annoyed at the fact that no one would be able to recognize this photo, but he didn't expect Feng Yue to directly tell the name of the person in the photo before he was annoyed. He was a little afraid believe.

"Are you sure?" Song Nan asked eagerly.

"Sure." Feng Yue looked at him, remembering that Huang Diwen was chased last time because of a photo. At that time, he told himself that the photo was in Song Nan's phone, and it should be this one.

"Brother, how do you know that she belongs to Tan Shijia?" Song Nan moved aside with the chair between his hands, brushed the corner of the table and moved to the side of Fengyue, "I didn't recognize her for a long time!"

Feng Yue reached out and tapped twice on the screen of his mobile phone, and the photo was doubled immediately. With a gentle pull of his fingertips, it was fixed on a pink plush rabbit.

"Huh?" Song Nan looked at him suspiciously.

"This rabbit should be something that Tan Shijia likes very much, and he almost never takes it out of his schoolbag." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true. The time Tan Shijia framed Huang Diwen for pushing her, Song Nan promised to take Huang Diwen to apologize the next day. At that time, there was such a rabbit on Tan Shijia's schoolbag.

"You observe very carefully!" Song Nan was a little surprised by Fengyue's observation ability, and he was even more surprised by Fengyue's attention to Tan Shijia. Curiously, "However, why do you pay attention to the pendant on the girl's schoolbag?"

In fact, after Fengyue knew that Huang Diwen was the person he was looking for, he paid special attention to this person who had framed him, but it was not appropriate to say such things at this time, so Fengyue thought for a while and perfunctory Dao, "As the head of a school, it's appropriate to pay more attention to such students who are full of lies in the school."

Song Nan thinks about it, and it seems to be the same reason. Fengyue is usually very cautious in doing things, and it is only natural to pay special attention to a student who is in the rebellious period.

Song Nan believed Feng Yue's words, so he didn't intend to ask any more questions. He planned to download the photos on his mobile phone and store them together with the photo of Tan Shijia smoking in the stairwell that he took in the afternoon. This thing will definitely be revealed in the near future. There is a big ironclad evidence of Tan Shijia's true face, which must be well protected.

Thinking of the misfortune of spilling soup on his mobile phone today, Song Nan was startled. Fortunately, it was repaired, otherwise the photos might not be recovered.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He felt that the old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand was not safe in any way. Tonight, he suddenly fell ill and couldn't start it, lost it, or broke it in some accident. He hurriedly asked Fengyue, "Your mobile phone Where did you buy it?"

"Which one?" Feng Yue asked.

"The one I bought for my brother." Song Nan said.

"Didn't you say it last time, you don't need to pay..." Feng Yue thought that Song Nan was going to settle accounts with him again, so he couldn't help feeling a little conflicted.

Based on his relationship with Huang Diwen, the expenses will be even greater in the future. Fengyue even wants to buy him a suite and a car right away. He planned to wrap up Huang Diwen's only relative, Song Nan, in this world.

What a joke, how could his lover's brother be a driver for someone?You can't even be your own driver!Feng Yue wanted to take care of Song Nan's back half of his life, but Song Nan might not agree.

Let's not talk about anything else, it is probably a hurdle to hand over Huang Diwen to him. Fengyue still remembers that Huang Diwen said that his brother will marry him a wife in the future.

Fengyue thought about it and threw these thoughts out of his mind. Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. Huang Diwen is still a child who is only in the third grade of junior high school. The most important thing is that he hasn't dared to change his feelings for this former lover. Come out, don't be in a hurry.

"I don't want to give you money..." Song Nan said helplessly, "Well... I want to buy one too... Hey, forget it, let me think about it."

Thinking of the price, Song Nan hesitated again.Huang Diwen's shit is about 1 yuan less. Although he has recently made a little money from Fengyue's construction site, he is really reluctant to spend [-] yuan to buy a mobile phone.

Do you want to save it on the computer first?

But I don't have a computer!

The two villains in Song Nan's head kept fighting. He was so annoyed that he glanced at the computer on Fengyue's desk, and a small golden light bulb popped out from the top of his head.

"Can I borrow your computer for a while?" Song Nan dragged the chair and moved it to Fengyue's side, his chin was almost hanging on the man's arm, and the gesture of flattery should not be too obvious.

Feng Yue glanced at him, for some reason he was still talking about changing his mobile phone one second, but he was going to use the computer the next second, but he still nodded, kicked his feet back lightly, and the chair carried people He took half a step back, "Use it."

"That..." Song Nan felt a little troubled, staring at Fengyue with his eyes, humbly asking for advice, "I don't know how to do it."

[The author has something to say]: Song Nan: This medicine is really fucking effective. I want to stock up on Double Eleven, buy ten or eight tubes of it and store it at home!

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