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Phantom chat room.

The dimple was spread out on the table, and next to it was Ling Huan Xinlong's mobile phone.

Meanwhile, Linghuan Xinlong himself was busy at the desk solving the client's problem—using a commonly used photo editing software, he removed the female ghost with a hanging face in the corner of the photo taken by the client and her boyfriend.

"Linghuan!" Little Dimple suddenly became energetic: "Someone believed the story I posted on the forum!"

"Oh——" Linghuan Xinlong elongated his voice, and kept moving his hands: "The probability is that it is a student who is idle in some school. The story of your level can only deceive children. Hmm... Not even one-tenth of my true inheritance."

Why, you now blatantly admit that you are talking nonsense.

Xiao Dimple was speechless, turned over on the table, and continued: "But he said that he had seen you and the fiddler, and that he wanted to talk to you about something, and wanted to meet you?"

Ling Huan Xinlong gave his hand a meal, and said pleasantly: "Is it the client?"

Small dimple: "I'm not sure yet, maybe it's an enemy."

Linghuan Xinlong: "Everyone in the world is a guest, no matter who he is. Ask him if he has any entrustment."

"it is good--"

Xiao Dimple answered feebly, and then typed on the phone with a click.

[Small dimple: Phantom chat room, always waiting for your entrustment and information. ①]

[Small dimple: The above are us... Uh, barely considered the store manager?He told me to tell you.If you have entrustment, welcome to come to ask for help at any time.We are professional in removing spirits. ]

……

He can't talk about it, but his body is very honest. In the private chat box with Gojo Satoru, he talked about the ghost talk for a long time.

The little dimple reacted belatedly, and the guts of regret were green.

I don't know if it was the long-winded rainbow fart that shocked the person on the other side, but the dimple didn't receive a reply immediately.

"That person doesn't reply to me. It's probably the same as the group who played role-playing games to tease me." Xiao Dimple's spirit sank, "I'm sad."

Ling Huan Xinlong, who had already finished half of the work, raised his head and glanced at the dimples that had spread out.

"Maybe I'm just thinking about whether we can meet each other. Some students' parents are very strict even during the holidays, not to mention that school just started recently." Linghuan Xinlong stopped his hands and looked up at the ceiling, "Look, Just a few days after the start of school, the frequency of tricksters coming to the counseling office has dropped by more than half."

"I hope." The little dimple was weak.

Five things. Parents are strict with Wu. It's just a simple interruption, and the reply is slow.

[Mimimi: Where is the address of the Phantom Talking Office?I'll be there on Saturday, is anyone there? ]

Just listening to the name, it seems to be a reliable one.

Gojo Satoru was very happy and very much looking forward to the inauguration of this omnipotent master in the higher education institution.

The phone beeped, the eyes of the little dimples lit up, and a carp straightened up.

"I retract my preface, this person said he will come over tomorrow!"

"Welcome! He is very welcome to come!"

Ling Huan Xinlong patted the table, as if he saw a stack of banknotes beckoning to him.

The work of retouching the picture in hand was successfully completed, Ling Huan Xinlong stood up and walked to the small dimple, picked up the phone to check the content of the conversation, and immediately dumped a chat room to locate it.

Xiao dimple was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and immediately went to grab Ling Huan Xinlong's phone.

You can't let Linghuan know about the rainbow farts on the chat with that netizen!

Linghuan Xinlong only glanced at it in a panic, vaguely saw a few words, and the phone was snatched away by the dimple.

Just at this time, the door of the counseling office was pushed open, and a woman wearing sunglasses came in.

When work came to his door, Ling Huan Xinlong could only temporarily put down his phone.

But the little dimple forgot a little.

The mobile phone is a magical new dragon, and he can see it anytime without deleting the chat history.

Gojo Satoru received the address of the Phantom Counseling Center and finalized the itinerary for tomorrow.

"Let's get up early and go directly to the Phantom Counseling Office. If everything goes well, we'll come back to Zhuxia Street in the afternoon!"

Wutiao Wuchong blinked at Xia Youjie, clenched his fist and knocked on the palm of his hand.

"Okay."

Xia Youjie didn't care, he had promised Wutiaowu to go to Zhuxia Street before, and the spiritual talk was just an additional destination.

Xia Youjie knew that Wutiaowu cared about him, so he had a whim and wanted to find a psychiatrist for Gaozhuan.

That day, when Hu Erjie blurted out whether the college had a psychiatrist or not, Gojo Wu's face changed suddenly, and he saw it.

You don't need to think about it, you know, a certain child of God must have seen the tragedy caused by the absence of a psychiatrist in his dream.

In addition, Jia Ruozi also asked if he would bear the same curse if he devoured the cursed spirit for his own use.

Xia Youjie didn't feel that he was under any kind of curse. He had a good life since he was a child, his parents were not strict, his master loved him very much, and his friends from the same clan were very kind to him.Even when I went to Japan to study high school, it was unanimously approved by relatives and friends.

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie suddenly remembered that he hadn't contacted Master and the others since he entered school.

Xia Youjie found out the small group that was passively squeezed down because of no contact for a long time.

[It’s been a long time since I’ve been bubbling, let’s come out and say, I’m doing pretty well here.The teachers and classmates are all good, um... I also made a very good friend. ]

Pressing the send button, Xia Youjie looked up at Wujo Wu who was quietly talking to Hu Erjie.

Almost the moment the message was sent, the mobile phone beeped non-stop.

[Is the sun coming out from the west? ]

[I thought Jie’s wings were hard, and he ignored us old antiques QAQ]

[What kind of friend, let’s hear it? ]

……

Xia Youjie had no choice but to answer questions from relatives and friends little by little.

Saturday.

Xia Youjie and Wutiao woke up early in the morning, in order to rush to the seasoning market where the Linghuan chatting place is located.

Hu Erjie took the initiative to speak, saying that he would not go, and would stay in the high school all day to get moldy.

Between the words, he kept scribbling Wutiaowu with his eyes.

Act like you're being bullied.

"That's fine." Xia Youjie pretended not to see it, "I guess you don't like desserts, how about I bring you another snack?"

"Or toys?" Xia Youjie shook his head, "You don't like toys, do you?"

"No toys." Hu Erjie's face softened slightly, "Snacks are fine, they taste the same as yours."

"Okay." Xia Youjie nodded.

Hu Erjie: "By the way, bring a few novels or comics by the way. It will save you two going out to fool around, and I will die of boredom in the dormitory by myself."

fool around? !

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows, Hu Erjie, who had finally been pleasing to the eye, was not so comfortable now.

"To hang out with ghosts, isn't it fooling around?" Hu Erjie asked back.

The Phantom Talking Office has indeed dealt with supernatural events.

Xia Youjie couldn't refute.

The two of them closed the door and left the dormitory after Hu Erjie waved his hand to drive them away.

"Why did you threaten to force him?" Xia Youjie asked curiously after walking out of the dormitory building.

Gojo Wu shrugged. He hadn't expressed any opinion during the conversation between Xia Youjie and Hu Erjie just now.

Because there is such a result, it is not just his coercion and temptation.

"In fact, he has been craving our two dozen games for a long time. We are not here today, so he must have enjoyed playing alone." When I asked him, he was very happy."

Xia Youjie rolled his eyes.

I didn't see it, but she was still a guardian sweetheart of internet addiction.

The author has something to say: ①: The words in this conversation come from Du Niang