The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Team leader! Team leader!" The screams kept ringing outside, and some blood was splashed on the glass.

Zheng Qu walked over with a ghost, and the glass window just reached the position of his eyes. Under the half cover of the bright red blood, he saw clearly the situation outside.

After a long while, he retracted his gaze, returned to Yang Huai'an, and finally stared at the ground blankly.

After about five minutes, the outside was completely quiet.

Click ——

The door was opened from the outside, and light came in from the outside. Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes and saw that Wei Yan opened the door indifferently and walked in.

Some parts of Wei Yan's light gray shirt are dark, it should be blood. Zheng Quzhi raised his gaze and saw that Wei Yan's white face was also splashed with some dried-up blood, making him look like an evil spirit coming out of **** to kill him.

Knowing that his pupils shrink slightly, Zheng Qu subconsciously leaned towards Yanghuai'an.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yan's footsteps paused slightly, his face instantly gloomy.

"Mr. Wei, is it resolved?" Shi Han seemed to be calmer, took a few steps forward, looking out from time to time.

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded coldly, his eyes still following Zheng Quzhi who was dodging his eyes.

***

When Shi Han went out, the outside looked messy, and the bodies of Bai Yao and Xiao Liu were lying quietly on the ground.

Zheng Quzhi glanced at Xiao Liu's body subconsciously. Xiao Liu's police uniform was soaked with blood. There were several large holes in his chest, and intestines and some internal organs were scattered.

He couldn't help but retched his head, Zheng Qu knew that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, and his heart was pounding hard.

"Are you okay?" Yang Huaian, who was closer to him, held his shoulders and asked worriedly. Actually, the situation in Yanghuai'an is not much better, his face pale as if he has recovered from a serious illness.

Zheng Quzhi shook his head and pressed his lips without speaking.

***

When a few people walked out of the haunted house, Zheng Quzhi felt like a world away. The scorching sun outside was completely different from the gloomy darkness inside. Feeling the temperature brought by the sun, Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

The cell phone already had a signal, Shi Han quickly called the bureau and asked the bureau to send some people over.

"Mr. Wei, is it all right inside?" Yang Huaian looked at Wei Yan.

"Yeah." Wei Yan responded coldly.

Yang Huai'an didn't know how to continue the conversation. After thinking about it, he chose to shut up.

"I will send you the report of the disappearance of the tourist as soon as possible. If it's okay, we will leave first." Wei Yan glanced at the dirty clothes, his tone also brought some displeasure.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wei." Shi Han bowed quickly, his face all tired.

Wei Yan nodded and turned to look at Zheng Quzhi: "Let's go."

Zheng Quzhi didn't move, his eyes were dodged, and his voice was a little low: "Mr. Wei, I may have to go to my agent first. I haven't contacted for a few days. He must be very worried."

"You can make a call." Wei Yan frowned and said without thinking.

"I have other things to look for him." Zheng Quzhi bit his head and added another sentence.

Wei Yan's face became completely gloomy, his extremely black eyes stared at Zheng Quzhi closely, and complex emotions surged inside.

When the bangs in front of Zheng Quzhi's forehead were all wet with sweat, Wei Yan finally spoke, with a slow tone: "Oh."

After speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wei?" I was busy calling the family of the missing person just now to determine whether the missing person got home safely. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Mr. Wei turn and leave, leaving only Zheng Quzhi alone.

"It's okay." Zheng Qu knew that his eyelashes were shaking slightly, obviously not in good spirits. This time, he experienced too many things that brought him a great impact, and he couldn't digest it.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Yang Huai'an. I am a police officer who has just graduated from the police academy." Yang Huai'an stretched out a hand.

"Hello, I am Zheng Quzhi, um...a star who has passed away." Zheng Quzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and held Yang Huai'an's hand.

After all, they experienced the big scene together, and the two quickly exchanged contact information.

***

When Lian Liankan rushed over, Zheng Quzhi was sitting next to a flower bed, embarrassed, his hair was still messy, and he looked like a tramp.

"Oh my God!" Lian Liankan changed his expression in an instant, and quickly pulled Zheng Quzhi up, "Zhier! What have you experienced?!!!"

"Aunt Lian..." Zheng Quzhi leaned on him, finally slackened completely, and whispered: "I'm so tired, go to your house."

Lian Liankan was taken aback, holding on to Zheng Quzhi's shoulders, and his tone eased a little: "Okay."

Lian Liankan drove over, and Zheng Quzhi got into his car familiar with him, tilted his head to sleep as soon as he touched the soft cushion. In the villa before, he still slept, after returning to the haunted house, he never slept for a while.

"Zhi'er, Mr. Wei is..." Lian Liankan said and turned his head, and was slightly taken aback when he saw Zheng Quzhi was asleep with his eyes closed.

Zheng Quzhi looked tired, but after a few days, he lost weight. Lian Lian looked a little distressed, raised the temperature in the car, turned the music off, and did not call him again.

****

Zheng Quzhi slept for a whole day and night, and finally woke up hungry.

The bed was Liankan's room, and the room was Liankan's room. Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes and got out of the bed with messy hair and walked out.

"Wake up?" Lian Liankan was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He turned around when he heard the movement, and saw Zheng Quzhi walking towards him like a dead body, with some worry in his tone.

"Yeah." Zheng Quzhi's head hurt when he slept, so he didn't want to say more, found a place on the sofa and sat down and leaned back.

Lian Liankan glanced at him a few times, got up and took the warm milk and stuffed it into his hand, and said in his mouth: "Enough rest, confession is lenient and resistance is strict."

"I don't want to say it, it's disgusting." Zheng Quzhi took a sip of milk, his swollen head was still painful and uncomfortable, but he still subconsciously recalled the things in the haunted house, and couldn't hold back the milk he had just drunk and vomited back.

"Hey, don't spoil my milk!" Lian Liankan snatched the cup, glanced, the expression on his face became a bit sad.

"Look at how stupid you are!" Zheng Quzhi cursed. He was helpless and even Liankan became poor. He stretched out his foot and kicked Liankan's calf: "Quick, you can order takeaway or cook it yourself. Anyway, give me food quickly, I'm going to starve to death!"

Lian Liankan had an expression that I knew, and hummed: "There is porridge in the kitchen. You haven't eaten for a few days, so you can't eat it so greasy all at once."

Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes: "How do you know I haven't eaten for a few days?"

"Wei Zhai called and told something." Lian Liankan spoke disapprovingly, then paused and said, "When will you go back? Mr. Wei said that you are not safe now. Go back soon."