Immersive ghost hunting

It was really getting colder as we went out of the hospital gate, the temperature was obviously two or three degrees lower than when we first came here, Ye Silong couldn't help but took off his coat.

Seeing this, Qu Yibai took off his coat and put it on Ye Shuang's head.

"Hey, are you polite?" Ye Silong expressed his dissatisfaction, his clothes were stained with the smell of Qu Yibai, like pines and cypresses after rain, cold and a bit bitter.

Qu Yibai took the pickled vegetable coat from him, "What's wrong with this coat?"

Ye Silong looked at the clothes in a daze, "I have a strange feeling, I can't explain it."

"Are you hungry?" Qu Yibo asked gently.

Ye Silong ate a sweet potato tonight, and after Qu Yibai asked, he felt a little hungry, and he replied in a low voice, "A little bit."

"Go, let's take you to eat."

The corners of Ye Silong's mouth twitched, "You don't know how to eat vegetarian food, do you?"

Qu Yibai squinted at him, "No."

He is very confident now, he often came here with his father when he was a child, and the father and son like to have supper under the arcade on Zhongshan [-]st Road.

The shop was not big, but the business was very good. He still remembered the name, it was called Weilin Congee Shop, and he had some porridge and snacks. The most impressive one was the corn and pork porridge, which was sweet and delicious.

On the arcade street, which is as beautiful as an oil painting, there are cheerful men and women coming and going. Qu Yibai drove past one store after another, but he didn’t see the store in his memory. Is it closed down?

Not only that, even the familiar firewood, rice, oil and salt shop, silk cloth shop, soap and toothpaste shop, Chinese medicine shop, and gold shop have all disappeared.

Ye Silong was drowsy, he was hungry and sleepy, "Where is the shop you mentioned?" Looking around, there was a whole row of iron gates, except for the dance hall, no one was open.

Qu Yibai pursed his lips and remained silent.

He drove all the way from Zhongshan to Wulu, and finally drove all the way back. He couldn't help doubting himself, but his memory has always been very good, how could it be?

An old man who bought sugar-fried chestnuts closed his stall and was passing by their car with a wooden cart.

"You wait here." After Qu Yibai finished speaking, he opened the car door and walked towards that uncle.

"Uncle." Qu Yibai called the old man behind his back.

Uncle shouted in Cantonese: "Close the file, stop selling, go home and sleep!"

"Wait." Qu Yibai walked a few steps, pointing to one of the shops facing the street, "Want to ask, where did the Weilin congee shop move?"

Uncle took a few glances at Qu Yibai, and switched to Mandarin, "Young man, listen carefully to what your parents say?"

Qu Yibo was puzzled, "My dad and I came here, not because we heard about it."

Uncle looked at Qu Yibai a little strangely, "It's been closed for decades, are you dreaming carefully?"

"how come?"

"Why not? I've been selling chestnuts in Jieli for decades, and all the shops in Jieli have changed owners." The old man didn't want to say more, the weather was so cold, he was going home.

"Uncle, wait!" Qu Yibai wanted to ask a few more questions.

"Hey, Qu Yibai—" Ye Silong grabbed the car door and stretched out half of his body.

The old man glanced at Ye Silong, and quickly said to Qu Yibai: "You go see the doctor!"

After speaking, he pushed the car and talked to himself while walking, the voice could be heard across nine streets, "I thought I had hit a ghost! Scared me! Amitabha, Buddha bless you!"

Qu Yibai: "..."

Ye Silong clutched his stomach and woke up laughing.

In the end, they didn’t eat Chengweilin Congee Shop, but they randomly found a roadside Fried Niuhe. good.

Qu Yibai thoughtfully added more money, and what they got was fried beef with double the amount of beef.

"Ah, so happy!" Ye Silong breathed out a mouthful of white mist, "It's nice to have money, my good brother!"

He slurped a few mouthfuls into his mouth. Normally, Qu Yibo would have disliked him. He didn't like eating, but today Qu Yibo was very quiet, watching the supper with more beef than rice noodles, for a long time No chopsticks.

"What are you thinking, don't you want to eat?" Ye Silong looked at his plate, "You don't want to eat for me?"

Sometimes Qu Yibai didn't know whether Ye Silong's heartlessness was good or bad, so he pushed the plate forward angrily, "I'll give it all to you."

Ye Silong picked up a large piece of beef, muttering in his mouth, "In my opinion, you still have to eat, otherwise I won't bother you if you're hungry tonight."

No, Qu Yibai didn't seem to be hungry.

Qu Yibai was wrong, "I was thinking, am I really mentally ill?"

"Pa-ta--" the beef fell from the chopsticks, Ye Silong thought he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

Only then did Qu Yibai tell Ye Silong the reason why he came to Qiaoxiang.

"Oh, recuperate, right?" Ye Silong took a few breaths, "Don't worry, I will take you to a mental hospital the day you become insane. You pay for the hospitalization yourself. How about eating first?"

Qu Yibai raised his forehead, he shouldn't have said this to this person, he picked up chopsticks and ate a few bites hastily, as a way to pad his stomach.

There was the sound of "boom" blasting the street. A young man in a leather jacket and with a Chow Yun-fat hairstyle was stepping on the gas pedal and accelerating forward on his motorcycle with his feet wearing Jinbei sneakers. A woman with a bird's nest head and a big lump of black ointment on her eyelids.

When passing by, the smoke from the chimney made people cover their mouths.

"Hey, two copies!" The young man was so tugging, he put his foot on the ground, stretched out two fingers, and yelled at the boss.

Niaowotou said coquettishly: "Oh, I don't eat it anymore, lose weight~" As he said, he wrapped his hands around the young man's waist and rubbed his big breasts forward.

The young man brushed his hair and took out inferior cigarettes instead of cigars, "Hey, then I will feed you tonight?"

That sound was more oily and greasy than fried noodles, Ye Silong rolled his big eyes.

The two sat on the motorcycle and hugged each other without moving.

The midnight snack devastated by the thick smoke was too much to eat, "Let's go." Qu Yibai got up and gave Ye Shuang a hand by the way.

At this time, the boss took out a stack of newspapers, and the lady boss took it and fanned it around to dissipate some of the car exhaust.

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, Ye Silong seemed to see three huge Arabic numerals, 300?Don't blame him for being sensitive, after listening to Huang Mao's nagging all night, he has PTSD.

"Wait." Ye Silong approached the proprietress, "Madam proprietress, can you show me this newspaper?"

Hey, isn't this the rich doll with double servings of beef tonight? The proprietress handed over the newspaper, "It's all from a few days ago, there's nothing to see, I have others, do you want to see them?"

"No, no, thank you, this one is fine." Ye Silong said as he picked up the newspaper.

Today's headlines - shock!A man who dropped out of school stole tens of millions of tangerine peels from his home and wanted to sell 300 million to pay off his debts.

God!Just looking at the title makes my heart ache. What kind of evil pen is this? Ye Silong has a hunch that this is Huang Mao's evil pen!

Qu Yibai moved his head closer, and the two walked aside for a quick glance.

On the evening of December 12, the police received a call from a villager, saying that an unknown man had been found in a bush in Xiasha Village. It was not known whether his life was in danger. The police arrived at the scene and found that the left side of the vehicle was in a mess. In addition, the man also carried tangerine peel worth tens of millions.

After vigorous investigation by the police and visits day and night, I finally learned that Huang was the son of a large tangerine peel family. Because he owed 300 million yuan, he wanted to sell the tangerine peel at home. Unexpectedly, an accident happened. The neighbor claimed that the man Huang was insane on the day of the incident. Driving a motorcycle on a rampage, the police tentatively determined that a man named Huang was unconscious due to inhalation of a certain drug. At present, Huang has been admitted to the hospital.

The xx newspaper will continue to follow up the report.

Ye Silong stuffed the newspaper into his arms, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Qu Yibai nodded and drove the car over.

"Husband, when will you buy this car?" Niaowotou pointed at Qu Yibai's car, "He wants to ride too!"

The young man tightened the woman's hand on the waist, "My baby's hands are so tender, my husband will buy you whatever you want!" He glanced at Qu Yibai with disdain, stepped on the ground a few times, and said loudly: "I'm so tender!" Could it be that Jinbei can't beat the one who wears leather shoes?"

Qu Yibai: "..." He was so tired.

Ye Silong opened the car window and sarcastically said, "Your shoes are fake!"

"Pfft—" Qu Yibai laughed out loud.

"You!...%￥&*%￥#@"

The two drove away.

Jack asked, "Brother Ye, did you find anything?"

Ye Silong spread out the newspaper in front of Jack and Tammy, then grabbed the pickle coat and stopped talking.

Jack and Tony's Chinese level is so-so. They took out a pen and paper to translate while watching. Fortunately, when they returned to Qu's mansion, they had finished translating the report.

Qu Yibo put away the newspaper and asked, "Clothes, do you have any clues?"

This fucking laundry detergent is really poisonous... Ye Silong couldn't detect any aura. Originally, the ghost aura would be gradually melted by the yang energy as people approached. After washing it again, he put it in the cabinet after basking in the sun. It can be said that there is no scum left.

Ye Silong shook his head at Qu Yibai, but he just didn't believe in evil, so he put on the clothes again.

Obviously... obviously there is no ghost aura, why does this feeling still appear?

"I have an unsure idea, I didn't tell you before." Ye Silong was a little apprehensive, "I always feel that this evil spirit is the same as Mrs. Zhang's, and I know him well."

Qu Yibai looked at him expressionlessly, put down the newspaper, and tapped his hands on the table twice.

Ye Silong continued: "At that time, I was at Mrs. Zhang's house, and when I touched the crib, his back flashed in my mind. The feeling he gave me...kind and distressed, vaguely, I seemed to have experienced something with him , but it may also be due to my supernatural powers, I put some other people's affairs in my own emotions, and I asked my grandma later, the people who died in my family have all been reincarnated and lived well."

He tugged on his coat, "But this coat gives me the same familiar feeling..."

"Could it be the trash can ghost?"

"Probably not, I don't feel that way about him." Ye Silong pondered.

Qu Yibai walked over and helped Ye Silong take off his coat, "We will find him, and we will know when the time comes." He threw the coat on the chair, "Forget about it now, do you want to eat boiled radishes?"

Ye Silong: "..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qu Yibai went into the kitchen on his own.

After a long time, Ye Silong walked into the kitchen, stood behind him, and asked, "Do you believe what I say?"

Qu Yibai nodded while peeling the radish, and realized that Ye Silong might not be able to see him, so he said steadily, "Trust."

"Okay, boil the radish with some soy sauce and salt."

"Ah."