my therapist freaked out

"How long will it take for her to reincarnate?" On the way home, Ke Fan had been silent, and suddenly asked.

Jiang Hongyu replied: "It will take a long time, will you come to see her in the future?"

Ke Fan shook his head: "I told her just now that someone will celebrate my birthday now, so that she will stop buying cakes and reincarnate earlier." After Ke Fan finished speaking, he stopped, "She didn't understand, but she Nodded and said, good."

He looked at Jiang Hongyu a little aggrieved: "She will never buy me cakes again from now on."

Jiang Hongyu pinched his face and said, "I will buy it for you in the future, every year." He knelt down in front of Ke Fan, "Come up, I will carry you on my back."

Ke Fan froze for a moment, then slowly lay down and hugged Jiang Hongyu's neck.He didn't put all his weight on Jiang Hongyu's body and put his feet on the ground.

However, Jiang Hongyu picked him up steadily at once, and walked slowly on the deserted road.

"Uncle! This is the family!" At the same time, in the corridor of Ke Fan's house, Ah Yan led a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes out of the elevator, "Look at Uncle, there are still unjust debts in front of his door. Passed by many people!"

Ah Yan took a bronze mirror and cautiously looked around on the ground: "Look, uncle, this ghost not only confuses ordinary people, induces unethical love affairs between people and ghosts, but is also cruel and ruthless, killing several people! A few days ago I I tried to catch him, but I didn't expect..."

"Not good enough?" The middle-aged man stepped through the corridor vigorously and came to the door of Ke Fan's residence. He had a handsome face like a teacher, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.After listening to Ah Yan, he pinched a corner of the white silk fabric with dark patterns in his chest pocket, and pulled it out with a slight lift of his hand.

That's not a handkerchief, but a cloth bag.

He fumbled inside for a long time, took out a toothpick and stuck it into his mouth: "What steak did you bring me to eat just now, it was too raw, it was all stuffed in my teeth."

Ah Yan's demon mirror lowered: "Uncle, are you listening to me?"

"Don't make these useless things, just show me this stuff after you've been working on it for a long time?" Ah Yan's uncle flicked the toothpick casually, and the small wooden stick fell into the trash can beside him accurately, "Yanyan, this Someone was killed? Did this person kneel at your door with money and beg you to accept monsters? Has this ghost harmed you?"

Ah Yan didn't expect to be questioned like this, so he froze and answered honestly: "No."

"The old man has warned you a long time ago that you are going halfway on this road. Don't dodge your back because you are blessed by your ancestors. Now why are you so keen on this bad habit of meddling?" Uncle said angrily, "I The reason why I came with you today is just to see what is going on. Now I am optimistic about it, and I have nothing to do with it, and you are not allowed to get involved. "

Ah Yan thought about it just now, even if you ate at the steakhouse a little bit politely, I wouldn't doubt that.

"Hurry up, this ghost's influence is not wide, but its aura is extremely strong. If you let him know that you are here looking for trouble, what do you think will happen?"

As he said that, my uncle wanted to drag Ah Yan, who was like bean sprouts, away from here.

"Both of you went to the wrong door?" At some point, the number on the display screen on the elevator changed quietly, and now it has stopped at this floor and opened.

Jiang Hongyu came out of the elevator with Ke Fan on his back, stared at them blankly and said grimly.

"..." Uncle clearly sensed the danger. He estimated the value of his blind date suit and the pitiful props in his pocket, as well as the level of his useless nephew on the right, and decided to give in.

He tugged at the corner of Ah Yan's clothes to signal him to follow, then put his palms together on top of his head.

"The dead rest in peace, no offense intended." He said as he moved near the elevator.

However, Ah Yan did not follow him away, he saw Ke Fan lying on the ghost's back, silently, as if dead!

Last night he received Ke Fan's transfer and a thank you letter.For this trust, Ah Yan tossed and turned at home all night, and finally managed to win over his uncle who had inherited his grandfather's mantle.

He pointed at Jiang Hongyu angrily: "Uncle, you don't care about me today. You see, this ghost killed Ke Fan!!!" After speaking, he pulled out a mahogany sword from his bag.

Ke Fan had almost fallen asleep on Jiang Hongyu's back all the way, but he woke up suddenly when he heard a commotion.Subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, but when he loosened his hand, he almost fell on Jiang Hongyu's back.

"Ah? Ah Yan?" Ke Fan was surprised to see him, "What are you doing in front of my house? Is that your uncle next to you?"

Ah Yan found out that Ke Fan was fine, and couldn't help stammering after losing three points of his ambition just now: "Ah... oh, uh, yes, that's me, I went to the wrong door."

"What a coincidence, where are you going? I know this area very well." Ke Fan patted Jiang Hongyu on the back, urging him to put himself down.There are outsiders here!

"Are you going to visit with this thing?" Ke Fan asked, pointing at the mahogany sword.

Ah Yan didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

Jiang Hongyu has been impatient with the interaction between the two for a long time, and when he looked at the two of them separately, his expression could be described as sharp.

And Uncle Ayan, who was opposite him, had already stopped in his tracks to observe Jiang Hongyu.

A very strange ghost.

His uncle suddenly said, "Ah Yan, is this your friend?"

Ah Yan calmed down, and felt that he still had to remind Ke Fan a few words at this time.

"Yes, my friend." He said, "Ke Fan, a friend passed away recently, didn't you know?"

Ke Fan was surprised: "What? Our friend?"

He smiled again in a flash: "Don't tease Ah Yan, you are sleepy. You have gone to the wrong door today, and if you don't take a good rest to nourish your brain, you can deposit Ming coins in the bank."

After finishing speaking, he made a hypocritical invitation: "Do you still want to come in for a cup of tea?"

Ah Yan wanted to say something more, but his uncle grabbed his tie: "Thank you for your kindness. We won't go. Ah Yan drank a lot of wine at a friend's house upstairs today, so we have to go home quickly."

Before Ah Yan had time to resist, he was caught off guard and pulled into the elevator, and the two cold iron doors quickly closed.

Ke Fan and Jiang Hongyu were left in the corridor, speechless for a long time.

After a while, Jiang Hongyu touched Ke Fan's head and said, "Where's the key?"

Ke Fan took it out of his bag for a long time, the key jingled, but he just couldn't get it out.

Jiang Hongyu's hand covered his, trying to stop his meaningless search.

Unexpectedly, just as he touched Ke Fan, Ke Fan suddenly retracted his hand, and the small wallet fell to the ground, and the sound it made was loud in the ears of both of them.

"Did you kill Xiaoxi?" Ke Fan asked Jiang Hongyu, leaning against the wall behind him, his mouth losing color.

He suddenly remembered an insignificant episode. When he went to the police station to dismiss the case, he saw a group of criminal policemen walking in through the door.

One of them was holding a piece of evidence, blood-stained clothes.

It was Xiaoxi's clothes, the clothes Xiaoxi wore when they met for the last time.