Open the door and send warmth to the community!

Xishan [-]st Street is not far from the bustling "vegetable shopping street".

It looks more and more dilapidated here, piles of small advertisements are pasted on the gray and black walls, garbage is floating on the street, and some people are pulling up clotheslines on the electric poles by the roadside, hanging a few old clothes on loose soft couches. The flower skirt fluttered.

Bai Miao and Pengtougui stepped into Xishan First Street, and the originally desolate and dilapidated street suddenly changed into bustling and noisy.

Bai Miao blinked, and saw many strange ghosts walking, jumping, floating and floating on the crowded street in front of him, and there were many ghosts occupying land and selling goods in disorder, it was very lively.

The liveliest one was undoubtedly a corner on the third floor and the third floor outside the street, where two ghosts were fighting together, and the ghosts watching kept booing and applauding.

There are also some ghosts who tried to take things from other people's stalls while they were messing around, but were rubbed against the ground by the stall owners.

A certain ghost stall owner near the intersection was looking towards the fight, and suddenly spotted the red and green of the unkempt ghost out of the corner of his eye.

"The neighborhood committee is here!"

As if a bomb had been dropped, the ghosts pulling a piece of cloth and setting up a stall on the side of the street quickly packed up their burdens, turned around and ran away, and dispersed in a hurry.

Bai Miao: "..."

This posture is too skilled.

Amidst the chaotic shouts, Bai Miao glanced away, silently remembering the direction of those ghosts running, when he suddenly heard a loud shout from beside him.

The shaggy-headed ghost took a step forward and shouted imposingly: "The neighborhood committee has a census of ghosts, all ghosts put their heads in their hands and squat down!"

The ghosts who had not had time to disappear on the street squatted down quickly, covering their heads with their hands.

"..."

This scene is really too funny, a large group of ghosts crouched in the broken leaves and garbage rolling on the ground, and chickens that ran out from nowhere flapped their wings and screamed, and there were still people on the street I don't know who lost a shoe.

From urban management to rectify street vendors, to fighting crime scenes.

The shaggy-headed ghost jumped up happily, turned around and said, "Mr. Bai, let's start the ghost survey."

Then Bai Miao watched the shaggy-headed ghost walk up to the ghost stall owner who found them, "You, what's your name, how did you die, and where do you live now?"

The ghost stall owner was shaking like an epileptic, unable to speak a word.

The disheveled ghost wondered: "Speak up, didn't you just yell loudly?"

The ghost stall owner let out a howl, and rushed forward and hugged the unkempt ghost's leg... no, waist.

"My lord! I don't want to die yet! I haven't attacked my heart or committed crimes, why should I die..."

"You're already dead." The shaggy-headed ghost reminded.

The ghost stall owner stopped for a moment and continued to cry: "Master Pengtou Mingjian, I have seniors and juniors. If I die, the family will have no pillars. The old mother and young children in the family will be hungry. Can't stay awake..."

The puffy-headed ghost suddenly softened: "I see, then you go..."

"and many more."

Bai Miao, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, raised his forehead and said helplessly: "We are doing a census of ghosts, and we can only let him go after registration."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the ghost stall owner: "It's the census of human beings, don't you understand?"

The ghost stall owner stared at Bai Miao for a moment, then slowly let go of the unkempt ghost's waist, and muttered reluctantly: "Why are you doing such a thing all of a sudden... What are you registering..."

The unkempt ghost blinked, jumped up suddenly, and said angrily, "You just lied to me!"

"Master Shampoo, calm down!"

The ghost stall owner trembled, and quickly said: "It was all a misunderstanding just now, a misunderstanding, I will cooperate immediately."

Bai Miao signaled the shaggy-headed ghost to register: "What's your name, how did you die, and where do you live now?"

"I... my name is Jia Li, I was hit by a car and died..."

"You're lying again, how can there be any traces of being hit by a car on your body?" The disheveled ghost shouted angrily again.

The ghost stall owner changed his words without changing his face: "Oh yes, I remembered wrongly, he died in a fight."

Bai Miao looked at the bruises left and right on the ghost's pale skin, and said, "Continue."

The ghost stall owner sat on the ground and smiled obsequiously: "Master Pengtou, my family of three ghosts don't bother Mr. Pengtou to run again, why don't I go and call them all over..."

Bai Miao said coldly: "No need, you should report all the information about your family of three ghosts now."

The ghost stall owner twitched his cheeks, reluctantly reported the information, and quickly slipped away after the unkempt ghost registered.

The next ghost of the old woman pulled the clothes behind her without raising her head.

"Two or two adults, these clothes are given to you, you guys, don't kill me..."

Bai Miao looked at those old floral skirts hanging on the clothesline, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "No need, you can keep it for yourself."

The ghost of the old woman could stutter for a long time on a single sentence, Bai Miao asked her a few words casually, and suddenly caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye.

A skinny young man in a plaid shirt was holding a large bag of instant noodles and was looking at him in horror.

Bai Miao looked away, raised her hands to hold her ears without changing her expression.

"Let's not talk about it, the Apple earphones are a pit, I have to buy another pair quickly."

The skinny young man looked at Bai Miao suspiciously.

Bai Miao removed the hand that was pressing on the ear, and there was a white earphone in the hand.

After fooling the skinny young man away, Bai Miao stuffed the earphones back into his trouser pocket, looked at the disheveled ghost and the ghost of the old woman who was still stuttering, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Let's find a hidden place to register."

After registering the information of the old woman ghost, the unkempt ghost took a few glances at the old woman ghost.

It said: "Remember to hurry and buy a soul dew, we won't be polite to crazy ghosts."

She said tremblingly, "I, I, I...will..."

This is the second time Bai Miao has heard of Qinghunlu.

Hearing his question, the shaggy-headed ghost whispered, "Clear Soul Lotion can remove evil spirits from the body and prevent these ghosts from going mad."

Bai Miao came to a sudden.

Registering the ghosts lined up one by one, Bai Miao also saw all kinds of strange ways to die.

Those who slipped their feet and fell to their deaths, those who knocked their heads on the corner of the table to death, and those who were angered to death.

A ghost picked up the intestines that fell on the ground and stuffed them back into the open stomach, and smiled flatteringly: "My lord, I died on the operating table."

Bai Miao looked at the ghost with a frown and asked, "Don't hospitals sew wounds on the dead?"

"Mr. Bai doesn't know that the appearance of a ghost is fixed at the moment of death, and there will be no traces left on the ghost after that." The unkempt ghost interjected.

After the last ghost registered and quickly slipped away, the unkempt ghost looked up at Bai Miao and asked, "Mr. Bai, where are we going next? Xishan Second Street?"

Bai Miao shook her head: "No, let's do the home inspection on Xishan [-]st Street first."

The disheveled ghost was full of question marks: "Why?"

Bai Miao asked: "Do you think the ghosts on other streets know that the Shanhai Neighborhood Committee is registering their information, how will they react?"

The shaggy-headed ghost stroked his spiky hair that was soaring into the sky, and his eyes lit up: "I see, they will all hide."

Bai Miao smiled slightly: "So we're going to do a home inspection."

The buildings on Xishan [-]st Street are as dilapidated as the street.

The electric light had long since broken, the plaster walls on both sides were full of scratches and small advertisements, the wires of the electric box were in a mess, and the water seeping from the cracks in the walls formed cold puddles on the ground.

The disheveled ghost jumped up the steps and knocked loudly on the painted wooden door of the first house on the second floor.

"Open the door! The community sends warmth!"

Bai Miao's eyes twitched at the familiar sight.

After knocking for a while, there was no movement behind the wooden door.

The shaggy-headed ghost continued to knock on the door, shouting: "The residents inside, we belong to the neighborhood committee, come to the ghost census."

There was still no movement behind the wooden door.

"It's clearly inside!"

The shaggy-headed ghost jumped violently, passed through the door with a "huh", and entered behind the wooden door.

Bai Miao: "..."

It seems that he is not suitable for the job of checking the house.

After a while, the shaggy-headed ghost floated out with a familiar ghost, and threw him on the ground: "I told you that we came to the ghost census, can you open the door? I'll ask you if you can open the door?"

The first ghost stall owner registered in the census on Xishan [-]st Street was ashamed and begged for forgiveness: "Open immediately, open immediately."

The ghost stall owner and seven other ghosts were picked out and obediently leaned against the wall and bowed their heads.

Bai Miao said lightly to the shaggy-headed ghost: "This is your fault. How could you be so rude to our residents? Serve with a smile, so that our residents can feel the warmth like spring."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at the ghost stall owner: "Isn't it a family of three ghosts? Where did the other four come from?"