Novel Bin Chapter 943 - The Detective Who Could See Ghosts (23)
Chapter 943: The Detective Who Could See Ghosts (23)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Old Skin sensed the infant spirit, he knew something was wrong.
The infant spirit would by no means come back without his permission.
Unless it was threatened.
So his first reaction was to leave.
But he didn’t expect that he wouldn’t manage to escape.
Right now Ming Shu sat in his dormitory like a bandit and was—nibbling bread.
Old Skin: ??? Is there anything wrong with this person?
“Old Skin? Who gave you this name?”
Old Skin was tied up and couldn’t move anything other than his head.
“Do you know who I am? I advise you to let me go.” Old Skin’s voice was rough and a little neutral, like those wicked old witches in fairy tales.
Ming Shu shook her legs and chuckled. “Do you know who I am?”
Old Skin: “...”
Of course he knew who she was.
Ming Shu said with a smile, “I’m going to have night snacks later, so let’s just cut a long story short.”
Old Skin: ???
What?
Ming Shu cut to the chase: “What is the art of managing ghosts?”
Old Skin’s squinted little eyes shot out a ray of cold light. “Why should I tell you?”
Ming Shu bit into the bread and tilted her head slightly. The light overhead poured down and fell into her eyes as if it had been crushed, making ripples of light and shadow.
They were harmless eyes, obviously, but Old Skin felt a chill for no reason, under her gaze.
The girl sighed. Her voice was gentle and sounded like murmuring. “Looks like it has to come to violence. Wait for a while, I’ll finish the bread first.”
Old Skin: “...”
Night snacks and bread.
Was she playing him?
Ming Shu clapped her hands and stood up, lifting Old Skin to sit on the chair. “Don’t yell or scream because it’ll be troublesome if you draw others over. If you can’t stand it, then tell me what the art of managing ghosts is. Okay, I’m going to start now.”
Old Skin was still dumbfounded.
But the next second, his entire person cramped into a ball, and the pain seemed to come from inside his bone marrow.
“Ahh...”
Little Beastie squatted outside the door and shook its short legs. Invisible air spread out and enveloped the whole room.
The man cried so loud that he might get others’ attention, in which case the poop-picker would be caught and it would have to save her again. Humph!
...
Half an hour later...
Ming Shu dragged Old Skin out of the room while still nibbling her bread. She shouted over to Little Beastie, “Let’s go.”
Little Beastie rolled over and climbed up Ming Shu’s clothes, squatting on her shoulder.
Ming Shu took out her phone and dialed the mayor’s number. “Your Honor, do you want the murderer? Remember to bring me some midnight snacks when you come, and the murderer will be yours.”
Ming Shu walked out of the community. Gu Zhi stood in the darkness and his tall, straight figure looked like it had been covered with a layer of thin mist. Ming Shu looked at him quietly for a long time.
She lowered her eyes slightly, hiding all light within.
Little Beastie lay on Ming Shu’s shoulder.
It scratched her shoulder a little angrily.
Poop-picker, you’ve changed!
You only liked me before!
Ming Shu took a side glance at it. When did I like you?
Little Beastie continued scratching her.
Before!
You liked me before!
But you’ve changed!
You’re no longer my poop-picker!
Ming Shu sighed. Okay then, you should change to another poop-picker, I can’t afford to support you, anyway.
Little Beastie acted like it had been struck by lightning.
It protested and shook its furry paw.
You, you used me and now are trying to abandon me! You still owe me Man-Han full banquets, just keep dreaming!
Ming Shu shrugged. It’s not the first time, kid, don’t get excited.
Little Beastie felt it had been killed ten thousand times, heart bleeding.
I’ll never forgive you! Wu wu wu! I’m going to change to another poop-picker!
Little Beastie flashed and disappeared from Ming Shu’s shoulder then.
Ming Shu touched her shoulder, then walked toward Gu Zhi while dragging Old Skin behind her.
Gu Zhi saw her at one look and also strode over to her. “Who’s this?”
They were only apart for a while and she got herself a young white face... an old black face.
Has she changed her taste?
“The murderer.”
“Hah?”
What murderer?
After quite a long while, Gu Zhi realized what murderer she was talking about.
He felt his entire person was wrong all of a sudden.
#What should I do about my cheating wife? Waiting online, urgent!#
The mayor came in person.
Old Skin was now lying on the ground with his eyes rolled, like a dead dog.
The mayor’s eyes turned cold. “Was it him?”
He murdered his wife, son, and grandson?
Ming Shu: “Your Honor, with all due respect, if you’re going to convict him, it’ll be a little knotty. He drove the ghost to kill them, and the laws of the living are useless to the dead.”
The mayor felt a chill inexplicably and looked around with uncontrollable eyes.
Is there a ghost here?
It seems cold back there...
The man who usually controlled the whole city’s decisions was a bit at a loss now. “What... what should I do then?”
It was something he had never believed in before, but now he had to believe.
Ming Shu was rather casual. “Just kill him for revenge. There’s no one else here, so it’ll be only God who knows, and you know, and I know. But relax, I’ll keep it a secret for you.”
Mayor: “...”
Gu Zhi: “...”
Old Skin, who was still conscious, shivered.
Why was this woman so scary!
She instigated the mayor to kill someone!
What if the mayor was convinced and really killed him?
Such a person who didn’t have family like him, no one would come to find him if he really disappeared.
Of course the mayor wanted to kill the murderer and avenge his family.
But he couldn’t.
The mayor looked at Old Skin with deep eyes. “I’m the mayor and I have to obey the law. If I kill him, what’s the difference between him and me!”
“Then you’ll just have to watch him get away with it.”
The mayor frowned.
If it was really like what this Consultant Qian had said, the man controlled ghosts to kill, so how could he convict him?
Seeing the mayor was entangled, Ming Shu raised her eyebrows and said, “Your Honor, I have the recording, do you want it?”
Mayor looked at Ming Shu.
Old Skin was shocked. When did she record it?
“What’s your condition?” The mayor understood her very quickly. Since she spoke like that, she would by no means give it to him for free.
Ming Shu closed her lips and smiled. “Well, easy, you just need to buy me snacks.”
Mayor: “...” What’s this weird condition?
Gu Zhi: “...” I’ve given you all my cards, won’t that be enough for your food? Now you’re asking from an outsider!
Speaking of which...
He hadn’t received any message... so she didn’t use them.
...
The recording Ming Shu gave to the mayor was not complete. During the process, she only chose to record the part that Old Skin confessed about killing the mayor’s family, and the rest was not recorded.
About the art of controlling ghosts...
Since a long time ago, there had been a group of people who mastered and passed on the art of controlling ghosts from generation to generation.
These people could see ghosts and communicate with them.
These people’s last name was Qian, and only the Qian family’s generation learned the authentic art of controlling ghosts.
Others only learned the incomplete version that had been leaked from the Qian family and modified by countless people all these years.
Their practice order started from spirit enlightenment, going to ghost driving, ghost hunting, and then to ghost cultivating.
The highest level was ghost cultivating.
Old Skin had reached the level of ghost cultivating, and only at this level could you make a ghost kill.
It was said that the Qian family’s practice order was different from this, but he wasn’t clear about the specifics, after all, he hadn’t seen the real art of controlling ghosts.
And what Yao Ying learned was just superficial, only enough to make the ghosts protect her.
Old Skin just helped Father Yao do some things, but it seemed Father Yao wanted the complete art of controlling ghosts.
The Yao family...