Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 7 Repair Master
It was just getting brighter.

After Baisu appeased the audience, he started looking for a repairman.

There are maintenance masters among the several phone numbers recorded in the human family, but after inquiring about the specific damage, the other party exclaimed, "Is this a beast?" and quoted a very high price.

Baisu hesitated when he heard this, and said that he had to think about it.

After hanging up the phone, he calculated frantically and found it a bit expensive.

While struggling, he glanced at the note placed aside.

The note given by the police was a series of phone numbers. According to the guy with the cropped head, this was also the phone number of the repairman, but he cooperated with the police.

The police... Baisu thought for a while before deciding to call and ask.

The phone was busy and rang a few times before it was connected. There was a rough male voice on the other end of the phone. After Baisu explained his intentions, he paused for a while, and then offered an extremely low price.

It was ridiculously low, but Baisu was shamefully moved.

After a short consideration, he decided to invite this master.

After expressing his desire to invite the other party, the repairman said OK, and he will be there on time at eight o'clock.

Afterwards, Baisu hung up the phone. After hanging up, he always felt that he had missed communication.

He didn't realize until he was about to call the landlord. He didn't seem to say his address.

Is the level of masters who cooperate with the police so high?Can a prophet know where a client lives?

……

"Hey—oh, that's right, it's me, Grandma Wang, I'll tell you something."

It took more than ten minutes for the old man to explain a simple matter behind his ears.

The old man surnamed Wang babbled for a long time, and finally got to the point: "Ah——oh, then wait a minute, I'll come and have a look later."

"Okay, what time is it, Grandma Wang..."

Before Baisu finished asking, the deaf old man hung up the phone, leaving him listening to the beeping busy tone.

Baisu shook his head.

All right, he's going to have breakfast first.

Baisu is not such a delicate person... a monster, his requirements for food are ordinary, delicious and filling.

From the refrigerator of the kitchen that has never been affected by the flood, take out a few bags of steamed buns that can be eaten after steaming, and stuff them into the steamer on the stove.

The process of waiting for the food to come out of the cage was long, and Baisu, who hadn't slept all night, closed his eyes and took a rest.

The repairman arrived at the downstairs of Baisu's community on time at [-]:[-] in the morning.

He forgot to ask the innocuous question of the address, and he was going to explain it to other colleagues. Anyway, he cooperated with the police station.

Zhang Yeran, an employee of the newly-built special department against ghosts, has a flexible position, and he can play whatever role is needed in the department.

For example, today, he is Master Zhang who can repair water pipes and build walls.

Master Zhang has already seen the photos of the scene, and he has brought enough equipment to complete the work at one time. If the black-haired young man asks, he will throw the blame to other colleagues in the team.

Carrying the heavy bag upstairs, Zhang Yeran knocked on the door.

I heard a male voice inside answering "immediately", and there will be footsteps gradually approaching after waiting.

When he opened the door, the first thing he felt was a puff of moisture, followed by the tangy smell of food.

The black-haired young man who greeted him stood there with a half-bitten bun in his mouth, apparently running to answer the door during his meal.

Baisu spoke vaguely, swallowing the half of the food in his mouth, and gradually became clear: "Please come in... Well, I'm sorry I'm recording a small video for fans, so feel free, Master, the shoe covers are here."

The real policeman and the fake repairman Zhang Yeran nodded, and walked towards the bathroom without looking sideways.

Seeing the familiar look of the repairman, Baisu felt more and more that the police revealed something.

But is the police allowed to do this?Baisu shook his head in confusion, seeing the human rules he still had a lot to learn.

Then he stopped paying attention to the repairman and continued to meet the fans' demands for him to show his face.

As soon as Zhang Yeran entered the bathroom, the value of the portable measuring instrument he carried with him gradually increased.

Sure enough, as several colleagues who left the team said, the place is full of shadows.

Then he saw the panorama of the bathroom, and couldn't help but twitch.

With this degree of destruction, what kind of spiritual war happened without killing anyone? It's a bit outrageous, he doesn't understand.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, he still has to do the business.

He pretended to take out repair tools, and moved tiles and other things from outside the door one after another.

After placing the tools in the bathroom for the last time, Zhang Yeran quietly glanced outside.

The young man in the kitchen didn't pay attention to him. The young man pointed his mobile phone at himself, talking to himself, and from the perspective of the camera, he couldn't find the bathroom.

So, Zhang Yeran took out a few talisman papers from his bosom under the cover of his generous back.

Yes, talisman paper.

It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, the cat that can catch mice is a good cat

Likewise, they don't mind being both scientific and superstitious as long as the means to deal with the supernatural are good.

Just like the talisman paper he is using now, compared to the electronic equipment that is easy to detect, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing, except for professionals, no one can discover it.

Zhang Yeran bent down, stretched out his hand, and easily pasted the talisman paper on the back of the tile to be reinstalled.

Over time, these talisman papers will gradually absorb the surrounding yin energy, and if Bloody Mary and the like go back, these talisman papers will spontaneously ignite to remind them.

The operation in the bathtub was the same. He touched the bottom of the bathtub, found a place in the back, and stuck it to a corner that ordinary people could not reach in daily life.

He posted it so earnestly that he was startled when a sudden sound came from behind.

"Does the master eat buns?"

As a police officer, Zhang Yeran was very responsive. He suddenly turned his head and found that it was a black-haired young man poking his head in from the outside, with a bag containing food in his hand.

The question is very ordinary, and the movements are also very ordinary, but there is no sound when walking.

Even if he was distracted, he would not ignore the movement of the outside world.

Very strange.

Zhang Yeran's expression changed, and finally he shook his head: "No need, I've already had breakfast."

Baisu nodded, "Oh good."

He didn't try to force it, he just withdrew his hand and put the bun into his mouth.

Right now, he finished recording a small video of having breakfast and sent it to the live broadcast platform. The video showing his face reassured fans a lot. After interacting with a few comments, he was free.

So he stood at the door of the bathroom, watching the repair work curiously.

I don't know if it was because he was watching from the sidelines, but the repairman's movements became a little stiff, and he dropped a tool on the ground in the middle, and almost knocked down the tiles that were built on one side.

There were too many mistakes, the repairman turned his head to him and said with a smile on his face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, I'm not very used to people watching from behind, can I ask you...?"

Baisu didn't think too much, said hello and walked back.

When he returned to the living room, he was still thinking about whether to steam today's seventh drawer of steamed buns, or to eat something else for a change, when the door was knocked again.

"Dong dong."

"coming."

Opening the door this time, there was an old man and a young man standing outside the door.

An elderly woman with reading glasses and a cane, and a beautiful girl beside her supporting her.

The black, long and straight girl met Bai Li's eyes, and then she burst into a bright smile.

She said, "Hello, Xiaobai."

(End of this chapter)