Celestial Ghost Master

Yin Sheng frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Situ Bai smiled, took off the thick and soft nightgown from the hook on the wall and handed it to the man on the bed, "I'm here to invite you to share breakfast."

Yin Sheng lifted the quilt and got up, his white pajamas made his body look thinner.

"I don't like people coming into my room."

He meant something, and quickly put on his nightgown, smoothed his sleepy hair, walked around Situ and walked downstairs.

Situ didn't take it seriously, but just followed behind him, Yin jumped into Situ's arms, and walked downstairs with the man holding him.

On the small coffee table in the living room, Hu Ye and Wang Xiaoer had already eaten, and a table of exquisite breakfasts was set up, which eased Yin Sheng's depressed mood of waking up a little.

He went into the bathroom to tidy himself up quickly, and then sat down to have breakfast with everyone.

It's been a long time since I had dinner with others, and just as this thought flashed through Yin Sheng's head, he was taken aback by himself.

long time?

No... He has never done anything with others, but why did the scene of four people having dinner together make him wonder where he had done the same thing before?

Yin's tail swept across the back of his hand, Yin Sheng came back to his senses, and broke a small piece of cake for Yin while eating the poached egg in his mouth.

"I really bothered you yesterday." Hu Ye smiled embarrassedly at Yin Sheng after a few mouthfuls of food.

Wang Xiaoer is very familiar, and even took a shower in the bathroom when he got up early.

Yin Sheng felt that he should be angry, because he didn't feel that he was familiar with these people enough to not distinguish between you and me, but the strange thing was that he didn't have the mood to be angry.

Seeing Wang Xiaoer's silly smile, Yin Sheng blamed this on Wang Xiaoer's look too much like some kind of pet dog, so he, who likes animals, doesn't care about him.

"What are you going to do today?" After drinking the milk, Yin Sheng watched Situ swiftly clear the table, with the sleeves of his single shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his bronze-colored skin.

"I don't know." Hu Ye shook his head honestly, "All available clues are cut off."

Leaving aside Mao Dasheng's case, Mao Min had already dismissed it, and they had no evidence to file the case. Now Zhang Ling's car accident was just an accident on the surface. It can be said that they no longer have any position to intervene in the Mao family.

Wang Xiaoer lay on the table, slept all night and took a shower in the morning, which made him look more refreshed.

The young face has a layer of greenness that hasn't been removed, and the ends of the hair are naughty, but the hair is very soft, just like Wang Xiaoer's character, although impulsive and reckless, but sensible and kind.

"It's better for us to plan."

Wang Xiaoer stretched out his hand to tease Yin, while deliberating, "The murderer definitely doesn't want the police to intervene in this matter, why don't we stop here, maybe let the murderer relax his vigilance."

"I don't think a ghost master would be afraid of a few ordinary policemen." Situ came out after cleaning up the dishes, took a piece of tissue to wipe off the water droplets on his hands, and then sat down cross-legged, "No matter how suspicious this case is, , and it is impossible for us to find evidence, the other party need not worry at all.”

Hu Ye was helpless, "Then what should we do about this matter?" Letting them give up and seeing the murderer get away with it is really a challenge to their self-esteem.

"One's way of dealing with one's own body." Situ raised his eyebrows, "It's better to use Yin Sheng's first method to make them suspicious."

Wang Xiaoer didn't know what the "primary method" was, that was the idea they mentioned when they were in the coffee shop with Mao Min.

Yin Sheng thought about it, and felt that this was the only way to find out the flaw, so he nodded in agreement.

"Who will start with first?"

Situ tapped the edge of the coffee table with his fingers, and smiled slightly, "Let's start with Mao Xin."

After discussing with each other, they went out together towards the police station. On the way, Hu Ye called Mao Xin and told him that the forensic doctor had completed the autopsy and that Zhang Ling had been sent to the funeral home. They asked him to come together. A few more questions I would like to ask.

Mao Xin on the other end agreed, and Situ glanced at Yin Sheng from the rearview mirror.

"how do you want to do it?"

"The funeral home is a good place." Yin Sheng said slowly, "There are more resources available, and the venue is easy to make the other party nervous."

Wang Xiaoer didn't want to ask what the so-called "available resources" were. He looked at his watch, trying to find a chance to slip out of the car. He really didn't want to faint again.

As if knowing Wang Xiaoer's careful thoughts, Hu Ye said suddenly when he was about to approach the police station, "Xiaoer, you go to the police station and meet Xiao Li. If Mao Min or anyone else from the Mao family comes, you two will give me a hand." hold on."

"Yes!"

Wang Xiaoer immediately regained his energy. When Situ stopped the car on the side of the road, he rushed out in one stride and headed towards the police station without looking back.

Situ shook his head as if sighing, restarted the car and continued to drive towards the funeral parlor.

Half an hour later, the three of them met Mao Xin at the entrance of the funeral parlor. They heard that Zhang Ling had no other relatives, and Mao Xin was her only family member, so they first selected the tombstone and urn for Zhang Ling.

The three of Yin Sheng were waiting in the hall, and Mao Xin followed the worker towards the cremation ground. Only when he could no longer see anyone, Yin Sheng turned his head and said to the two people beside him, "Then I'll go."

Situ nodded, and raised his hand to help Yin Sheng straighten the scarf naturally, "Be careful, don't be scared to death."

Yin Cheng frowned, glanced at him, turned around and followed into that aisle.

At the end of the corridor is a huge room, wider than the sum of the previous halls.

The staff went in to cremate Zhang Ling, and Mao Xin was waiting outside the door, sitting in a row of chairs by the wall, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

The chunky body is wearing a thick coat, which looks round and round.

Yin Sheng was standing not far away, there were no windows here, and no light could come in. The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and he heard the booming sound from inside the gate, which was a bit deafening.

The incandescent light flickered twice and then went out. Yin Cheng stood in the darkness, looked around, raised his hand and took out a small piece of wood from his pocket, and then took out a hanging from behind his waist. Small incense burner on a belt.

The small incense burner is very delicate, hollowed out, covered with a layer of gold, oval in shape, and looks like a small pumpkin. Yin Sheng skillfully lit the small piece of wood and threw it into the small incense burner. It took less than half a minute. , There is a strange fragrance faintly exuded from the incense burner.

Yin Sheng leaned against the wall on one side, hung the small incense burner on his waist, and when he looked up, he saw several vague figures gradually appearing in the originally empty corridor.

Those figures couldn't see their faces clearly, only the hazy white outline seemed to be separated behind a screen. Yin Cheng waved his hand, and a yellow charm fell out of his cuff. He folded the charm and pinched it in the palm of his hand. , and then pointed at one of the white shadows with the hand holding the talisman.

The white image pointed to suddenly froze, and the other shadows slowly spread away as if they were interested.

Yin Sheng said softly in the darkness, "Go and scare him..." As he spoke, he pointed at the dazed man in the chair far away.

After a pause, he added, "Don't be scared to death."

The white shadow shook his body, then turned and walked obediently towards Mao Xin.

Yin Sheng still stood there without moving, watching the white silhouette approaching Mao Xin, and gradually began to appear clearly in midair.

The white image is like a figure that has been doused with paint, gradually becoming clear, showing a strange blood red layer by layer from top to bottom.

Mao Xin felt as if someone was blowing in his ear, and the goosebumps rose violently, and he turned his head in a panic——

"what!!!!"

The heart-piercing screams were drowned out by the sound of machines roaring inside the door.

"You you you you!" Mao Xin didn't dare to look any more, he fell to the ground, hugged his head and hid fiercely behind, "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!"

The chubby body hit the door behind him, and with nowhere to go, he said in despair, "A-Ling? Is it A-Ling? I, I, I, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you! Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me ! I don’t want to! I don’t want to either!!”

Yin Cheng raised his brows slightly, and listened quietly to the man's wailing, "I know that your death was wronged, I...you should not be looking for me, you should be looking for Mao Min! It was that girl, that girl found you people!"

Yin Cheng's lips moved, and he said in a barely audible voice, "Who?"

The ghost seems to have sensed it, and has been silent for a long time, but the soul hanging in the air faithfully conveyed instructions, "Who..."

With a hoarse voice like dry bark, Mao Xin closed his eyes tightly and shook his head violently.

"I don't know! Go find Mao Min!"

Yin Cheng frowned slightly, and wanted to ask again, but suddenly there was an unkind wind above his head.

Yin Sheng hid aside without thinking, and a golden light just happened to strike from where he was standing before.

At the same time, several golden lights pierced towards the soul in the midair, and the soul suddenly disappeared. Yin Cheng felt his palms burn, and he let go of his hand quickly.

Yin Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked up to the top of his head, only to see a burly giant-like soul floating there. Its outline was very clear, and its face could be seen clearly. .

Just didn't see the commander.

"Whose ghost are you?" Yin Sheng asked in a deep voice.

Needless to say, the person who would interfere with him at such a time must be the real murderer of this case.

Mao Xin had already fainted at the other end, and only Yin Sheng in the corridor stared at the huge soul.

The other party didn't answer, but just raised the bow and pulled the string, the golden arrow light appeared on the empty string, and the tip of the arrow pointed directly at Yin Sheng.

Yin Sheng didn't dodge, a few spells fell out of his cuffs, and he curled his mouth and said, "You don't think this little trick can hurt me, do you?"

As if understanding his words, the soul's movements obviously paused, and then as if it had received some order, it slowly lowered its bow and disappeared into midair.