Your nemesis passed out again

"I can help the resentful souls of the Yang family's villa to avenge their grievances, but this matter is up to me." Xun Qin said.

After the spirit-seeking video of Yang's villa spread, the popularity of Xun Qin's live broadcast room soared. Whether it was a ghost getting on his body, falling from a building, or the murder of Yang's villa, they all attracted the attention of many observers.

Xun Qincai went to the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room to initiate discussions about the case of Yang's villa.

"There was indeed a little accident in the live broadcast of the Yang family villa last night, but fortunately, we have gained a lot of money. Now we know that the murderer in the Yang family villa was a man and a woman..." Xun Qin roughly described what Wen Ningshu said According to the situation, it is very likely that the murderer knew the owner of the house, but he described the murder process of the female house owner.

[The murderer is too ruthless, the whole family can't let it go...]

[This live broadcast proves that the anchor's Pen Fairy gameplay can really summon souls! Get to the real gameplay of psychic games! 】

This barrage was opened, and many barrages followed the trend to write this sentence on the screen. Xun Qin relied entirely on spells to recruit ghosts, and his impression of psychic games over the years was entirely dependent on the omnipotent search for D-mother.

To say it was useless, Xun Qin was not sure, sometimes the collision of magnetic fields seemed to be one in [-], but relying on some media could not be sure who was the most unlucky one in [-].

"As a live broadcast, I don't recommend that the friends in the live broadcast room use psychic games for fun. The spirit body and human beings are divided into two different magnetic fields. If they are too close, they will reduce their positive energy magnetic field, which will have a great impact on life in the future. At the same time, everything should be in awe." Xun Qin slowly took a sip of blood from the porcelain cup on the table.

[Listen up, our lovely host is starting to give lectures. 】

[The anchor's friendly reminder, good kids, don't play psychic games at will...]

In the video, Xun Qin was seen holding a large porcelain mug to lecture, and they all praised Xun Qin's temperament as a veteran cadre.

There are only a few comments that are out of tune with everyone, 'Why didn't I see him today? 'Besides, there are a few questions about the Yang family villa. For the time being, it is impossible to tell whether the people who are anxious to know the follow-up are interested in supernatural events, or they are too concerned about the massacre of the family.

As for the question about Wen Ning's book, Xun Qin completely ignored it. Could it be that his little white rabbit can read it if he wants to?

"Who is the murderer in the Yang family villa? I still need a few more investigations. I will arrange the next visit in two days. At that time, I will give you more information about the murder case in the Yang family villa. As a positive energy No matter what the price is, I will avenge the death of the dead."

"Daddy, you didn't have such a high level of ideological awareness at that time..." Wang Ling floated to Xun Qin's side, and the influence of the magnetic field caused the people in the live broadcast room to hear a strong electric sound.

Xun Qin gave Wang Ling a hard look, and the little guy covered his mouth and floated to the door. Looking at Xun Qin's gaze, he left the room as if nothing had happened.

After the live broadcast ended, Wen Ningshu fell asleep on the sofa with a book in his arms, covered with a light brown blanket.

Xun Qin tiptoed close to Wen Ningshu's side, his hands just touched the book in Wen Ningshu's hand, lying on the sofa Wen Ningshu opened his eyes a little.

"You are still sick, why did you sleep on the sofa." Xun Qin took the book and casually flipped through two pages, then put it on the coffee table.

Wen Ningshu sat up on the sofa, covered his lips with his hands, and coughed lightly twice.

For a while, Xun Qin panicked and covered Wen Ningshu tightly with the quilt, hugging his hands, wishing to wrap Wen Ningshu into rice dumplings with the blanket and himself.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ningshu said softly, his voice was still a little hoarse.

"Little White Rabbit, will your illness become incurable like mine did back then?" Xun Qin said uneasy, holding Wen Ningshu tightly without letting go, as if hugging and leaning on the temperature of the blanket. It cannot be cured without medicine.

Wen Ningshu laughed out loud, accompanied by a few uncontrollable light coughs, but at this moment he could feel Xun Qin's hands holding him tighter.

"A small cold can't kill a person, but if you want to keep hugging like this, I'm also happy."

Xun Qin didn't let go of Wen Ningshu's hands because Wen Ningshu teased the shy person with a few words.

"When you recover from illness, I'll be happy to hold you all day long."

Wen Ningshu shook his head with a smile, dropped his feet to the ground, and slowly got up with Xun Qin's support.

Usually looking at weak and weak people, his face was even paler under the navy blue pajamas, and Xun Qin suspected that Wen Ningshu would be blown away with just one breath.

It happened that such a person went to the post to sprinkle blood without saying hello the next morning.

When Xun Qin woke up, he was so angry that he almost threw the whole house down.

"Daddy, Daddy said remember to eat breakfast when you wake up."

"Yesterday he was so sick that he couldn't even walk, but today he is dedicated to his job. He is sick..." Xun Qin muttered, put his hands on the dining table and was about to overturn it, when he thought of Wen Ning With the delicate appearance of the book, he retracted his hands from the cliff and reined in his horse.

"But Dad is indeed sick. I heard Dad coughing this morning, and the coughing is very severe."

Under Wang Ling's childlike words, Xun Qin couldn't restrain his hands, and he lay on the wall with a good dining table.

Wang Ling opened her mouth wide, and saw that Xun Qin, who had finished lifting the table, silently helped the table back to its original place, and the surface of the wooden table was cracked by a long seam according to the last knife mark.

Xun Qin wiped the obvious cracks in front of his face, smiling awkwardly.

"Daddy, Daddy's dining table is broken."

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Xun Qin curled his lips, pressing the crack and thinking about how to make it the original.

"The table was blown down by the wind. It has been very windy these two days."

Xun Qin gasped, and couldn't help giving Wang Ling a thumbs-up: "You have insight at a young age."

"Daddy hasn't eaten candles for the past two days. I see that there are ladies in the circle who have vitality candles that look delicious." Wang Ling approached Xun Qin full of expectations, "The table was blown down by the wind. Yes, it wasn't daddy who overturned it."

……

In the funeral parlor, Wen Ningshu took off his gloves for the old man to put on his makeup. After taking the medicine, his head became dizzy.

"Xiao Wen is looking for someone."

"Ah."

Wen Ningshu took off the germ-proof clothing outside and walked outside.

When he saw Lin Chen, he couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't all the previous suspicions be resolved last time? There's no need to frown when you see me." Lin Chen said.

"It's probably not good for you to come here to find me." Wen Ningshu smiled slightly, staring at his fingertips.

"The thing about Xun Qin and the Yang family villa is that the friends I know want to know why you can describe the incident of the investigation at that time. I know Xun Qin's identity, so I want to make sure that the matter of the Yang family villa has something to do with him. It's okay?" Lin Chen didn't speak directly, but Wen Ningshu could tell that Lin Chen was suspecting that Xun Qin had something to do with the massacre in the Yang family's villa.

"...so imaginative, you should make up stories."

The author has something to say: In fact, there is an entire pigeon field in the bag.

At the end of the month, the work unit is getting more and more busy, and I can’t help cooing when I get home. Thank you, little cuties, for waiting and company. I love you. Thank you little angel Animetic for throwing a landmine, thanks for throwing