Ghost Shelter System

Tu Xuanxuan was puzzled when she heard Wu Libin's voice disappear at the door.

Looking through the peephole, it was pitch black outside and nothing could be seen.

Did something really happen to Wu Libin?

Tu Xuanxuan opened the door gently: "Ali? Ali??"

In the corridor, it was extremely quiet, and my own echo could be heard.

It's past 12 o'clock in the morning, almost 1 o'clock, and most of the owners in the apartment have gone to bed. Tu Xuanxuan didn't dare to make a noise, let alone whether Wu Libin was joking.

Tu Xuanxuan turned on her mobile phone's flashlight and took a photo.

Suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of him. The feet were kicking wildly in the air. With the phone raised, Tu Xuanxuan met a pair of eyes. It was Wu Libin!

Wu Libin was frothing at the mouth, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his upper body was hung in the air with a knot somehow tied between his tie and shirt.

ah--

Tu Xuanxuan covered her mouth.

Then, Tu Xuanxuan glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw another figure.

The clothes were strange, like ancient costumes, and tattered. There were blood stains on the man's body, and there was a strip of purple flesh on his chest. Looking up from the flesh, Tu Xuanxuan's scalp was numb with fear.

That's not meat, that's a long, long tongue! It was a man with a ferocious facial expression, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes had turned black, and his pupils were as big as the tips of needles.

His hair was long and messy, and he lowered his head and looked at Tu Xuanxuan quietly.

"Ghost-"

Tu Xuanxuan ran away and told so many ghost stories, but she never wanted to see a real ghost. Before joining Menggui Travel Agency, it was recommended by her best friend Yu Mengxin, saying that she could get materials there and that Director Qin would take care of her. This time, Tu Xuanxuan faced it alone. No matter how bold a girl is, she is still timid.

The door to the safe passage suddenly closed. Tu Xuanxuan ran to the other side and dialed a number at the same time.

"Hello?"

A dull voice came from the other end of the phone.

Tu Xuanxuan covered her mouth and cried: "Tuwa, are you here or not? I've hit a ghost."

The dull voice was stunned for a moment, then said soothingly: "Don't worry, I'm going to the high ground. I'll talk to you later." After saying that, the call was hung up.

In a low-rent house near the west of the city, Tuwa was surfing the Internet.

Since the funeral parlor Mr. Wang got rid of the old computer, he bought one at a very low price. Tonight, he and Tu Xuanxuan had dinner, chatted about ghost stories he knew, and then went home.

Tuwa looks round-headed and naive, but he is not stupid.

Qin Kun forced himself to listen to FM744, Tu Xuanxuan's radio station. Tuwa felt that it was Brother Kun who was saving his life. So over time, he became an enthusiastic audience and became familiar with Tu Xuanxuan.

He tried to take the initiative to contact him, but later found out that Tu Xuanxuan had always regarded him as a database and had no other ideas. He was a little lost. Maybe he was really guilty of the evil star. The master said that only Brother Kun could save him. Now None of the people introduced by Brother Kun are good. This is his fault.

So a few days ago, Tuwa corrected her mentality. No matter what, having one more friend in a strange city is not a bad thing.

But just now, Tu Xuanxuan called him?

Tuwa was a little dazed, because he felt that his response just now was a bit inhumane. He was reflecting on whether he said the wrong thing?

On the screen, the hero he controlled was killed by the opponent, and the voice of his teammates rang out: "What an idiot! I rushed over alone without even using BKB. It's so funny!"

"What a rip-off! Who dares to start a group like this?"

"What a 6, I got overturned, fuck me"

"It's over, I'll buy a live CD."

"GG, I have nothing to say when I meet such an idiot."

"G-g-g-g-g"

This is a game called Dota. The two sides fought back and forth for 72 minutes. Everyone had their own magic. But because of Tuwa’s mistakes, the defeat was determined.

Tuwa was spray-painted like a dog, and her mouth flattened, which was a bit unpleasant, but the phone rang again.

Tu Xuanxuan was furious: "Tuwa, where is your home?"

my home?

The native boy in the room was a little confused and reported his position.

Tu Xuanxuan said: "Wait a minute, I'll take a taxi there right now!"

"Wait! Why did you come here?"

"My place is haunted! Didn't you say you could catch ghosts?"

"The house I rent is only 42 square meters, so why don't you come?" Tuwa looked at the shabby low-rent house. The house was dirty and messy, and there was a peculiar smell unique to lazy people. Recalling the impressions of meeting Tu Xuanxuan several times, she was clean and tidy, with a fashionable and sunny look. At least she was a girl from a wealthy family. He also had the dignity of a man and did not want his living environment to be looked down upon by girls.

Tu Xuanxuan dropped her running shoes, wiped her tears and nose, and said fiercely: "If you dare to reject me, don't come to the radio station to be a guest in the future!"

I fucked, this blow hit Tuwa's weak spot.

Tuwa was startled. It costs 800 yuan to be a guest. How is this possible?

"No rejection, absolutely no rejection! I'll clean it up."

Tuwa hung up the phone, looked at the other five people on the screen pushing their own base, and typed:

‘I’m really sorry everyone, I’m taking the blame’

"Fuck you uncle, if apologizing is helpful, why do you want the police to do it?!"

‘A beautiful girl just called me and wanted to come to my house. I was a little confused’

It was quiet for a long time before a teammate said faintly: "Damn it, what time is it? I really want to kill you with a knife."

Another teammate said: "How cheap."

The third said: "Let me just say one thing, Okamoto is easy to use."

The fourth one was typing: "Damn it, I lost a game with you and had to watch you beat a girl. You are so stupid."

The four teammates quit the game. In front of the screen, Tuwa became silly and happy. He picked up his phone and called Qin Kun.

On the 12th floor of Building 6, Qin Kun found that the exit door in front of him was locked.

Qin Kun kicked the door open.

Not far from the door, Qin Kun saw a man hanging himself by the light. He was a Yang man.

There was a strong ghost energy around him. Qin Kun frowned and Yang Ren hanged himself. This must be due to high-level ghost magic. Ghosts hitting walls can influence real people to commit suicide. This ghost must be a big ghost!

Quickly removing the hanging man, Qin Kun discovered that he actually knew this man!

Wu Libin?

If I remember correctly, I met Li Zhe when he invited me to dinner, and he was Tu Xuanxuan's boyfriend!

A beam of yang energy hit Wu Libin's chest. Qin Kun's hand was like a 'defibrillator' used to save people in the operating room. Wu Libin felt as if he had been hit by an electric shock, causing a neurological reaction.

Feeling that Wu Libin's yang energy was recovering, Qin Kun breathed a sigh of relief. Behind him, a ghost appeared. He held a rope and gently strangled Qin Kun's neck.

"Hey, where did this blind thing come from? Want to kill me?"

The ghost grabbed the rope and pulled Qin Kun up. Feeling that Qin Kun's weight was extremely heavy and the yin energy was very strong, the ghost's eyes suddenly showed surprise: "Are you a ghost hunter?!"

This kind of yin energy can only be found in people who often deal with ghosts!

Qin Kun turned his head, and in front of him was a hanged ghost, dressed in Ming Dynasty clothes, with an excited and fanatical expression.

Looking at his disgusting tongue, Qin Kun nodded: "Well, who are you?"

The rope around Qin Kun's neck suddenly broke, and the hanged man became even more excited. He said, "Can you kill me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Kun held his head and hit his head with his knee like lightning. With a pop, his head exploded like a watermelon.

The ghost character was lying on the ground. Qin Kun lit a cigarette and said, "What a shameful request."

The cigarette butt flickered, and the ghost with the headshot on the ground stood up again, laughing loudly.

"Hahahahahaha it's comfortable!!! So comfortable!!!"

He rubbed his neck and his brain recovered quickly. The Hanged Man pinched Qin Kun's shoulder with one hand: "Kill me and I will give you a good thing."

Qin Kun was stunned. Just now, he seemed to have hit the opponent's head with his knee. In fact, he had already used the Great Flame Hand before. The opponent's head was caught off guard and was frozen into ice. The headshot with his knee was just the final result.

But unexpectedly, it didn't die?

Qin Kun became interested. There are perverts every year, and there are so many this year. Why are there still ghosts that ask him to kill them to give him benefits? He really welcomes this kind of ghost.

In my trouser pocket, my cell phone rang.

Qin Kun said: "Okay, don't worry, I'll answer the phone."

"Okay!" The Hanged Man was extremely excited. He looked at the strange thing in Qin Kun's hand and licked his lips.

"Hey Tuwa, I'm busy."

The call was from Han Yao. Han Yao was excited and incoherent: "Brother Kun, do you remember the female anchor who asked me to listen?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"She will come to me soon! What do you mean by her?"

Qin Kun's tiger body trembled, this is too fast! At around 12 o'clock in the evening, a beautiful girl proposed to find a man. What does this mean? What else could it mean? !

"Tuwa, I'll give you a poem: The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide." Qin Kun searched for his poor poetry library and said calmly.

On the other end of the phone, Tuwa was confused and said in admiration: "Brother Kun, you are so educated! But what does this poem mean?"

"This poem is my favorite, *River Flowers and Moonlight Night," which means cherishing the beauty of the good time." Qin Kun's pretentious work is meaningful.

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he looked at the unconscious Wu Libin next to him. Now he couldn't figure it out. Could it be that he could really affect the marriage? I'm a ghost hunter, not Yue Lao.

In front of me, the Hanged Ghost was holding its hands in the air, and the signal was interfered with. It asked: "Are you done?"

Qin Kun's figure suddenly grew larger, and a bull demon appeared. Qin Kun gasped, grabbed the hanged man's head with his big hands, and dragged him to an open room.

"That's it, don't worry. I will study how to kill you tonight."