Chapter 779 The Mystery of the Grudge (24)
The male ghost looked at me sinisterly, and suddenly he burst into laughter. He turned forward and backward with laughter, which was very exaggerated.

After he laughed for a full minute...

Seeing him fall to the ground laughing, I couldn't bear it anymore and said speechlessly: "Hey, you Jiang Zi, I'm so embarrassed! I'm an onmyoji after all."

The blood on the ground and the male ghost's body slowly receded, and his appearance finally became normal.

"Isn't it scary now? I saw you were very brave last night, so I wanted to tease you, but I didn't expect you to be timid." He took out a toothpick and started picking his teeth, walking back and forth in front of my eyes. A pair of flip-flops, black beach shorts, and a white tank top, looking casual as if she had just finished dinner at her own home.

"You are talking nonsense, who is afraid of you?" My courage had grown, I puffed up my chest and said loudly.

He looked me up and down and said with a smile: "It's good if you're not afraid. I finally have someone to chat with me. I've been suffocated to death for the past two years."

Looking at him, I felt very strange. There was no resentment in this ghost. Why hadn't he been reincarnated after two years of death?How did he die?

I asked him curiously, and he scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and finally replied helplessly: "Hey, to tell you the truth, I don't know how I died? Anyway, as soon as I woke up, I found my colleague They couldn’t see me anymore. And I couldn’t leave the police station. I came back automatically within a few steps.”

"Colleague? You mean, you're a policeman?" I looked up and down at his sloppy appearance, stubble on his face, and ear-length hair. From beginning to end, he looked nothing like a policeman.

"Tch, I'm not a police officer, am I a suspect like you? How do I look like me? I was on night shift when I died, and the weather was hot. What happened to me making myself more comfortable? Why are you as pedantic as them? Because of this, they He also gave me a nickname, called Lai Sanhu, vest, shorts and flip flops." He held up three fingers and shook them in front of my eyes, "It's really annoying, calling people random names." He said speechlessly : "However, you can't call me Laisan Huha, my surname is Hu and my name is Liao."

"Pfft! Haha... Hu Liao, Hu Liao, boring, boring." I casually used his name to tease him, and his face turned green with anger, "Okay, okay, I can't afford a nickname, I can't afford a nickname."

I squinted at him and continued with a smile: "Your colleague is quite discerning, but..." Then I exaggeratedly said in a condescending tone: "However, I dare not, you are more like a criminal. "

"You look like it!" he said modestly.

"No, no, no, you still look like me." I pushed his fist back and smiled.

After giving in a few times, we laughed in unison.

This ghost policeman is quite fun!
His laughter was inaudible to others, but mine was different. He was still talking to himself, and the police officer on patrol thought I was crazy when he heard it.

"Shut up, speak softly, don't disturb other people's rest." The patrol officer walked to the iron window to look at me, shook his head and said, "I'm very ill."

"Look, it's all your fault. They said I had persecutory delusions." I sat down on the ground and complained.

He walked over to me, sat down, smiled and said to me: "Don't be discouraged, I have a way to help you."

"What can I do? Because you saw Chen Hong's ugly face, you want to testify for me?" I said helplessly: "It's useless, you are a ghost, they can't see you, even if I let you fuck me If I tell them in person, they will only say that I am crazy.

(End of this chapter)

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