Chapter 1891: Living with Mister Ghost: Some Things 07

"I'm back."

Jin Chen lay on his side beside Xia Tan, ruffling his hair, "It's fine, go to sleep."

Xia Tan was messily rubbed all over by an invisible hand, and that strange feeling in his heart rose again.

【Detected villain emotional fluctuation, triggering Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value +5, total 5!】

Jin Chen pressed Xia Tan into his embrace, his low voice tinged with pleasure, "The little bee was just worrying about me."

"...... No."

I thought you would leave.

"Yes there is." Jin Chen was dissatisfied.

"... Alright."

You say there is, so there is; I can't beat you anyway.

Xia Tan buried himself in the blankets, the embrace covering him from behind was icy, colder than wet ice from overnight dripping water, and he dared not struggle.

Fortunately it's summer now; Xia Tan silently reached for the remote to turn off the air conditioner, thinking that otherwise he wouldn't have been scared to death by Ghost Big Brother, he'd have frozen to death first.

There's a ghost on the bed, Xia Tan can't sleep; these past days have been like this, but this is the first time he's been held so tightly it's inseparable, really strange.

A few minutes later, he resignedly opened his eyes, curiosity prompting his fear to dissipate a little.

"Ghost... Big Brother, what was that just now?"

Jin Chen was actually really sleepy, his lax voice tinged with drowsiness, "Peeping ghost, right..."

Jin Chen held him tighter, murmuring against Xia Tan's shoulder: "The person who died in the fall case is called Jiang Wen, right?"

Xia Tan tried to ignore the strange feeling in his heart, nodding, "Right."

"The peeping ghost said I killed him." Jin Chen said.

Xia Tan stared wide-eyed in surprise, then tentatively asked, "Why?"

Do you ghosts not have to break underworld law when you kill people?

Jin Chen paused, feeling a bit wronged: "I don't remember."

"I'm a pitiful ghost with amnesia."

Xia Tan: "......"

I don't see where you're pitiful.

But this incident obviously hooked Xia Tan's curiosity completely; as a reporter, his sharpness made him feel that Ghost Big Brother perhaps had some unresolved grudge with the deceased Jiang Wen, or maybe even was someone very familiar… a ghost.

Xia Tan quickly wriggled out of Jin Chen's embrace, grabbed his notebook again, flipped out a photo and showed it to Ghost Big Brother.

"These are Jiang Wen's parents and friends; do you have any impression?"

Jin Chen: "None."

Seeing Jiang Wen's corpse could make him furious, yet Jin Chen felt nothing at all for these people.

Jin Chen pressed down the notebook, pinched Xia Tan's chin and kissed him, whispering a threat: "You sleep or not, if you don't I'll keep kissing."

"... Mm, I'm sleeping!"

Xia Tan's face turned slightly red from the kiss, frightened he hurriedly ducked under the blankets, afraid Ghost Big Brother would get excited and even eat him.

When held tight to sleep again, Xia Tan was so scared he kept murmuring "Amitabha" under his breath.

【Host, look at how you've scared the Main God, wasn't it supposed to be gradual?】

Jin Chen wouldn't listen.

He's a ghost now; ghosts don't need to reason.

【...】 So angry.

If you can't catch a wife, what are we to do!

Ling Gun Gun rolled off to sleep with a patter.

——

Early the next morning, Xia Tan received a call from the police liaison, hastily agreed, and also contacted his colleagues at the news agency to prepare for a trip to the police station.

Worried that Ghost Big Brother would go crazy if hungry, Xia Tan specially prepared a day's worth of food.

Since it's just about sucking in the aroma, cold platters and hot dishes make no difference.

But Xia Tan was still blocked at the doorway.

Jin Chen's stiff body blocked his path out, his tone equally stiff: "Where are you going?"

"Who with, what to do, when will you come back?"

Xia Tan: "......"

If Xia Tan had somewhere else to stay right now, he'd hate to come back.

Xia Tan replied with a bitter laugh: "I'm going to the police station with my colleagues for liaison; I'll be back this afternoon."

The next second, he was pulled into another chilly embrace; although Xia Tan couldn't see anything, he still shut his eyes in fright.

A kiss landed on his cheek; he nervously tugged at his own clothing hem, his eyelashes trembling nonstop.

Fortunately Jin Chen didn't pester further; he merely attached his ghostly aura to Xia Tan's shoulder and then lifted his hand to pinch his face.

"Come home on time, or I'll punish you."

"... Oh." How come this!

Xia Tan left, grievously clutching his backpack.

——

As soon as Xia Tan got in the car, he started searching for "100 Ways to Exorcise Evil".

This car heading to the police station is the news agency's dedicated vehicle for field work.

Besides him the reporter, there's also the driver-cum-photographer Shao Dong, and the props master-cum-pathfinder Pang Ge.

And the friend whom Xia Tan temporarily called for help, who is also an editor at the news agency, Lian Min.

Seeing Xia Tan searching the web again, Pang Ge glanced twice and asked, 'Xiao Xia, what happened to you? Why are you searching for this stuff again?'

Xia Tan dared not tell others the secret of Ghost Dage, fearing that something might happen even when returning home at night, so he could only switch to a relatively euphemistic topic.

"I have a friend……"

Pang Ge: 'Mm-hmm, you… Oh, what's wrong with your friend?'

"Xia Tan: "My friend's home… has something extra, something invisible… a ghost."'

"Xia Tan, who is usually praised for his silver tongue, stammered like this for the first time."

Pang Ge slapped his thigh and said, 'Brother, I've got a connection—there's a Daoist temple in my Hometown; I heard from my grandma that the priest there is quite effective. Why don't I give you the number, you add him as a friend and ask?'

"Xia Tan stubbornly refused to admit, "Thank you, Pang Ge, I'll have my friend ask."'

Pang Ge laughed and sent him the number.

After all, an adult's dignity lies in not exposing things.

Lian Min had just hung up the phone and said to Xia Tan, 'Xiao Tan, the police side has told us to go directly to Gaochengnan Road; there's another new case there, reportedly related to Jiang Wen's fall.'

——

Gaochengnan Road, inside a certain residential building.

Xia Tan met with the police liaison, 'Officer Cui, what's odd about today's case?'

Officer Cui pulled back the police line, let them in, and also gave them masks and gloves; his tone was somewhat solemn.

"You'll know once you come in and have a look."

Although it wasn't the first time Xia Tan had seen a corpse in his line of work, seeing this body lying flat on the Living Room floor still gave him a considerable shock.

"……"

Even the bold Pang Ge didn't dare stare directly into those eyes, 'Good grief… really creepy.'

Only see the corpse, appearing youthful, lying in a spread-eagle pose, the skin exposed all over was bluish-black and purplish, covered with strange black patterns; wherever the patterns crawled, the skin burst open, blood continually oozing out.

Those eyes were widened to the extreme, as if they might pop out at any moment, as if in the last second before death he had still seen something terrifying.

After a brief moment of discomfort, Xia Tan was shocked to discover the corpse's strange aspect.

He hurriedly took out the photo from the interlayer of his backpack to compare, 'This corpse resembles the gruesome corpse of Jiang Wen.'

"If you piece together Jiang Wen's broken body, that's exactly where the patterns appear on the corpse.'

Officer Cui: 'Yes, this isn't a coincidence…… Our people found that Jiang Wen and the deceased Jin Bing are cousins; the deceased's mother, five days ago, still in the role of aunt, had undergone routine questioning regarding the Jiang Wen case.'

He suddenly lowered his voice again, speaking with his hand covering his mouth, 'I estimate that in two days this case will be transferred again to the Strange Investigations Bureau; our coroners can't figure out this person's cause of death.'

"Lian Min exclaimed in surprise, "Is this person also killed by a ghost? What kind of ghost is so sinister?"'

"Pang Ge: 'Eh, ghosts… they're all terrifying; that thing is sinister, killing doesn't even need a reason.'"

He put his palms together in a bow, praying that he wouldn't be entangled by a ghost.

Xia Tan suddenly clenched the photo, his pupils slightly constricting.

"Last night, Ghost Dage's words still lingered in his ears."

"Jiang Wen was killed by Ghost Dage, his death state so miserable."

"What about Jin Bing, is he too……"

"Why did Ghost Dage kill them?"

"Who will be next……"

"Xia Tan's heart tightened for no reason; the deeper his fear of ghosts, the greater his fear of death."

He took out his phone, searched for the social media account using the number Pang Ge gave him, and added the friend of that Daoist temple's master.