Super Trick or Treat System

"Are you Mai Xia?" he said.

"That's right."

"Why do you have so many TVs? You are blind."

"And you are very rude. I swear, the bigger the bully, the younger the brother."

Caston's jaw dropped.

"Can you see me?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Caston looked down at his body.

Like every ghost he encountered after his death, he was bare.

His hand immediately moved to the withered arm.

He said: "There is no need to offend."

"Now please, I have money, so..."

Mai Xia got up from the chair, walked straight to Goode, muttering to herself.

"Every night, I get one of these stupid fools thinking they can buy into heaven. She told Goode, "Once my mother knows that I have a gift, my mother will teach me a trick. This is the so-called ghost push. "She pushed Goode to the center of her chest with the palm of her left hand. He fell.

"How are you…"

"There are two more like this, and you are gone."

"Please listen to me!"

She pushed again. "Do that. Say good night..."

"I need to talk to Li Huai."

Mai Xia stopped and said, "You have 1 minute to change how I think about you."

"Li Bad, he is a private detective, right? Someone told me you know him."

"What if I do?"

"I desperately need his services. As I said, money is not a consequence. Of course, after he signed a non-disclosure agreement, I would rather talk directly to Li Bad."

Mai Xia smiled, hard and long.

"I will never stop..." she began to answer, her words must contend with her unrestrained entertainment, "...never... don't be surprised... when someone like you can say it with complete seriousness How many ridiculous things happened. If you didn’t notice, then you are not in the law firm now.

It's useless to keep your little secret, because you have nowhere to put it except to fiddle with your butt.

Put it this way, or I will leave you to find another ghost speaker. "

"Okay. Okay. Just...just don't send me away. The truth: I own a house in New Orleans. Nothing to think about, but I use it as a place to get rid of... my responsibilities as a family man. "

"Oh, I've heard this story before. What are you doing in your little house?"

"entertain."

"I bet you will. Who entertained?"

"Man. Young. Please pay attention to the legal age. But young. This is not what you think. There is no violence.

When we met, we made... magical. "He said the word quietly, as if he might have been tapped. "Never serious. I took some nonsense from the old book. I find it makes things spicy. "

"I still haven't heard a compelling reason to help you. So you live your own secret life. Then you die, and now people will find out. That's the bed you made. Let your life be peaceful and move on ."

"No. You misunderstood. I don't feel ashamed. Yes, I fought with me at the beginning, but I accepted it a long time ago. That was when I bought a house. I don't hate people's ideas or legacy . I'm dead. What does it matter now?"

"This is the first sentence you say all night."

"Yes, um, it's useless to deny it. Like I said, it's not a problem. I like every moment I spend in that house. The problem is that I love my wife too. I still. That's it. So much that I can’t bear her discovery. Not for me, but because I know it will destroy her. That’s why I need your help. I don’t want my best friend to know that she really doesn’t know me. Death. I don’t want our children to be affected by her wounds and my...reckless behavior. I need to know that they will be fine."

"There is enough content in this story to make me think that under the leadership of all these lawyers and liars, you might be a decent person."

Goode did not look up. "Does that mean you will help me?"

"I will talk to him."

"When?"

"God, but you are impatient."

"Look, I'm sorry. But after every hour, Patricia is more likely to find something. When she does this, the problem starts."

"How long have you been dead?"

"eight days."

"Well, if the wife you adore loves you as you claim, I think it is reasonable to think that she is too busy to browse your paper."

"Sorrow," Goode said, as if until now, thoughts about his wife's pain in his death hadn't really been the focus.

"Yes, sad. I think that means you haven't gone home to look at your own things."

The lawyer shook his head.

"No. I am scared. No, I am scared. I will find out."

"Like I said, I will see what I can do. But I have no promise. Li Huai is a busy man. And tired, although he will not admit it.

So please note: I care about his welfare as if he were my own flesh and blood. If this business in New Orleans deteriorates because of what you tell me here from time to time, I will have an undead private mob chasing your Lily White Butt and hanging you from the lamp post in Times Square until Judgment Day . To understanding? "

"Yes, Miss Paine."

"\'Maxia\' is fine, Caston."

"How are you-"

"Oh, hurry up. I can see the shadow of your death. You don't know how I know your name?"

"Correct."

"Yes. So that's what we are going to do. Come back tomorrow morning. Then I won't be so busy. I'll persuade Li Huai to join us."

"Maxia?" Caston murmured.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. When you hire Li Huai, things will become...complicated." The subsequent meeting went smoothly, and the dead Mr. Good gave Li Huai the number of a safe full of cash. Li Huai can take away from it that he feels fit to pay for the expenses, air tickets and hotel expenses, and the remaining money is enough to deal with any problems that may need "money lubrication" to alleviate.

All this brought Lee Bad to his current position: before Goode's House of Sin.

Not much from the outside. It was just a twelve-foot-tall wrought iron gate, with the numbers on the gate painted on a blue and white tile, and plaster beside it.

A detailed description of the very intrusive toys that Li Huai would find in the house, but he did not have any conditions to provide the key.

Li Badi told him not to worry. Li Huai never encountered a lock he couldn't open.

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