Is it really a straight girl?

And now, the person on the first floor with him is Miss Qian Che herself.

Is this some kind of ghost story?Miki had heard similar stories before.

There are only ten people, but no matter how you count, you can count to eleven. What does this mean...

According to the logic of ghost stories. . .One of them is not human.

Mi Ji's complexion turned pale in an instant, pale with fright, terrified, his movements froze in place, he took a half step back in a daze, and looked at Miss Qianche, who was humming a light tune and swiping her phone in the distance.

She swallowed.

What to do, what to do, Miss Lianhua said not to let herself go out, but ah but, the interior of this apartment may be haunted...

Yaki had heard similar ghost stories, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

Is there really something wrong with Miss Qianche?Isn't she there all the time?Miji knew who she was, knew that she was Miss Bi Fang's friend and colleague, and knew her personality...

But why did this happen?

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390 V. Tokyo Ghost

In the morning, subtle warm light spills into the room.

On the first floor, on the side of the open kitchen, a variety of grains are brewed and washed in the sink.

The sound is pattering, crisp and full of everyday flavor.

Beside him, the household mixer was making slight vibrations.

There are kingfishers singing outside the window, and the rustling of leaves in the wind...

It should have been such a peaceful and peaceful scene. The earth just woke up, and there was a golden glow on the east side.

Shouldn't this be the most harmonious time?

But why, Mi Ji encountered such a strange thing?A very strange thing.

Mi Ji has been in contact with the supernatural world frequently recently, so if he accidentally encounters some weird and weird things, shouldn't he be particularly surprised?

No wonder!

Haunted Mouth Teeth!

Mi Ji suddenly forgot what he was going to do next, what kind of meal and so on, these don't matter now.

This must be confirmed, so that she can continue to work in the apartment today with peace of mind.

If it doesn't work, go upstairs to find Ms. Yachiyo, that holy lady who is a believer must be able to deal with the haunted world.

After making up his mind, Mi Ji slowly turned around and looked at Qian Che who was on the sofa in the living room.

The ghost is not necessarily Miss Qian Che, nor is it necessarily haunted, but even so, I have to be careful.

She will realize that she glanced slightly in front of the TV, where Miss Qianche was sitting on the sofa cushions, still smiling and humming softly, and seemed to be having a good time chatting on the phone.

Obviously facing sideways, Qian Che seemed to follow Mi Ji's gaze, and naturally stood up and turned her upper body casually to look back.

"what happened?"

Why is the reaction so sensitive, Miss Qianche, do you really have a problem?

No no, Mi Ji probably thought too much, and went to find the process with what he thought was the result, so he couldn't fall into such a misunderstanding.

"Mi?"

Miss Qianche said again in doubt.

Her beautiful eyes with a gradient of white and light gray were fixed on Mi Ji again.

"No, it's nothing, nothing, Mi Ji just glanced casually, didn't pay special attention to Miss Qian Che, and wasn't thinking about anything special at all!" Mi Ji became firm.

"...?"

Qianche thought for a while, and then he let out an answer. "Care? Something special?"

"Ah, I see, Mi Ji likes me?" This person with a transparent temperament clapped his hands briskly, squinted and smiled, his coat trembled slightly, and at the same time put the phone's screen aside.

Why does this person behave so naturally when he says such things?

Totally wrong!

"No, no, why can you say such words so easily, hello!" Miki stomped his feet, but it was really difficult to make any sound due to lack of strength.

"Isn't it?" Miss Qian Che tapped her cheek with her right index finger, artificially creating a small dimple when she smiled: "I'm so cute."

"Are you really not ashamed to say such things..." Mi Ji subconsciously said what was in his heart.

"But I'm really cute." Qian Che tilted her head in the other direction again, the falling strands of hair have two layers of light brown and blue, and the slight swing will make people feel happy.

I know this kind of thing, so please don't remind me any more.

This person doesn't look like a ghost at all, so... Maybe Miki is thinking too much.

The fact may be that there is something wrong with Yaki's own concept of mathematics and numbers, rather than some ghost stories that happened in the apartment.

Miki shook his head, and after this very brief conversation, he put aside his previous thoughts.

Qianche is still the same Qianche as before.

After realizing that the other party is a real person and talking, any rational and logical analysis will be completely shattered in this kind of daily conversation.

"Okay, okay, Miji knows." The girl sighed why she thought of such a weird thing just now, and went back to her work. The meat filling has been mixed in the machine, and the next step is to make thin-skinned soup dumplings It's time.

Miss Qianche clearly existed in front of him, such a vivid person could not be a so-called ghost.

If I continue to doubt without any basis, I'm afraid it will be the same as Xiaobifang last night.

'You are an illusion too, everything here is an illusion!all fake! '

Yesterday, the other party's low voice with a tone of conviction emerged from memory again, and rang in Miji's ears.

Can't repeat the mistakes of the other side.

"If Miji confesses to me, maybe he will accept it." She casually grabbed a potato chip from the table and ate it.

"As an idol, you can't fall in love. Hey, follow your professional norms." Miji replied helplessly and said by the way: "Also, please don't eat snacks when you wake up in the morning. There will be breakfast later."

"Worried about this?" Qian Che pointed to himself: "I, it doesn't matter. Although there is indeed such a rule, everyone more or less has ambiguous candidates."

"Please don't treat Mi Ji as this ambiguous candidate." If his hands were not full of flour, Mi Ji would definitely put his hands together and pray to Qian Che not far away.

"Ah, maybe, I won't agree." Qian Che ate another piece of potato chips.

This guy is too casual.It's not the type that Miki can handle at all.

However, it is impossible for such a vivid person to be the character in the ghost story that Mi Ji suspected before.

Her own existence has already proved this point.

Ms. Qian Che's behavior is as free as the clouds in the sky, but no matter what angle you look at, she is an actual person in front of you.

There is no falsehood or weirdness.

"By the way, where is Miss Qianche's room?" Mi Ji then directly expressed his doubts.

Maybe it's really just because Miji has a problem with numbers.

But before answering Miji's question, Ms. Qianche's soft nasal humming turned into a soft groan, and then turned into a cappella tone, and finally reached the chorus part.

She raised her head and sang naturally:

'?Gradually used to lose?'

'? Still facing forward. ?'

'? Because of your existence. ?'

It sounds good, the voice is paradoxically clear and slightly hoarse, like clear spring water flowing on pebbles.

But Miki didn't come to listen to the music. .

"Room?" Qian Che leaned her elbows on the back of the sofa, turned around and said, "It's on the first floor, there."

She pointed to the location of the study.

"...Isn't there a study over there?"

Mi Ji had seen it before, it was full of dust, and there was little room for cleaning.

"The inner room, do you want to take a look at my room?" Qianche said.

"No, no, no."

Is there a house on the first floor?

Strange...

390 six

'? Depicts the scenery dreamed of that day. ?'

'?My time for the world?'

'?Call for tomorrow?'

'?Gradually used to lose?'

'? But whenever you hold on to this precious thought that still exists?'

'? Can't help but burst into tears?'

'?Because I still want to be in this world?'

With a slightly lowered tone, accompanied by her hoarse and crisp contradictory neutral voice, this slightly tired low voice will sing with real feeling.

Ms. Qianche hummed this song naturally, which added a bit of color to Miji's daily work.

Under the tones of a cappella, time gradually passed.

Gradually, Miss Tsukino, who was wearing ordinary gray pajamas, rubbed her eyes and yawned, walked down from the second floor and sniffed.

"It smells good."