Chapter 1 Police Arrive

The police came, and so did the ambulance.

Of course, whether the ambulance came or not didn't matter much anymore.

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang squatted across the street, surrounded by onlookers.

Xu Qinglang hadn't recovered from what he'd just seen. His hands were still shaking. It wasn't that he feared ghosts; he saw them often. But some things couldn't be measured simply by fear. It was about the feeling of the scene, whether it truly stimulated you or not.

For Xu Qinglang, who had been savoring the flavor of his competition just moments before, the sudden change in style was truly stimulating.

"That was terrifying."

After a short while, Xu Qinglang finally came to his senses, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Can a ceiling fan really cut someone's head off?"

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Theoretically, it's impossible. At most, it would cause lacerations."

"So, this is beyond theoretical limits?"

"I suppose. I used to be a doctor, and I treated patients who were injured by falling ceiling fans, but I've never heard of anyone actually being decapitated by one.

"The truth is, even ancient executioners had to practice their skills to behead a condemned prisoner in one clean stroke. Often, the blade would get stuck, the head wouldn't come off, and the executioner couldn't even pull the sword out."

"Got it. The feng shui here really isn't very good."

"It's fine," Zhou Ze said.

"Heh." Xu Qinglang rolled his eyes.

"Actually, there are dangers everywhere in life. This incident can only be attributed to their bad luck.

"For example, running a book page across your lip can cut it open. And the tomatine in tomatoes is a type of poisonous alkaloid."

"Then how come I eat tomatoes all the time and haven't died?"

"If you eat four tons, the poison would be enough to kill you."

"............" Xu Qinglang.

"Anything will kill you if you eat four tons of it!" Xu Qinglang lowered his voice and retorted.

"Alright, we've seen the shop, and we should go. If we don't, the police will ask us to make a statement again.

"We already did it once after the suicide a while ago. If we do it again and run into someone we know, they'll really think we're like Conan."

"What a bad day. I came here full of excitement, but who knew something like this would happen?" Xu Qinglang dropped his cigarette butt and stomped it out.

"I thought you'd be a little happy because there's one less competitor."

"That's too much to say. The young girl just died not long ago."

"Oh? Then tell me, can the soul of someone who just died float out?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the front of the shop. There, a girl in a yellow sweater was standing.

Unlike the clothes of the dead girl, this girl had a graceful figure, a slender physique, and especially those long legs, which were simply captivating.

Of course, it would be even better if she had a head.

"This..." Xu Qinglang was stunned.

Even the greatest grievances wouldn't solidify into a vengeful ghost until the seventh day after death. It's impossible to transform immediately, and it's based on luck and probability. Only one out of a thousand people who die might have their soul linger in the mortal realm.

"I knew it. There's no way a ceiling fan could directly cut off a head," Zhou Ze stood up and started walking in that direction.

The girl died, and someone has to get justice for her!

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze subconsciously clutched his chest; it started to hurt again.

For the sake of performance, for the sake of performance, I'm doing this for performance!

Yesterday, taking Chen Zesheng raised performance from eight percent to ten percent. Capturing one ghost only raises it by one or two points. How long will it take to become a full-time employee!

This one is good, she can kill people. A ghost that can kill people is...

Valuable!

With a change of thought, a change of perspective,

The chest no longer hurt.

Xu Qinglang also came along, but as soon as he walked into the crowd, he felt a sudden dizziness, and he fell to the ground.

"Damn it..."

The palm of his hand, which he used to brace himself, scraped against the ground, creating a cut that broke the skin and bled.

Xu Qinglang immediately got up. There were onlookers everywhere, and police tape had been set up, but he couldn't find Zhou Ze or the headless girl.

He was a little lost.

The sun seemed to become even more glaring, and the surrounding air was so oppressive that he had trouble breathing.

He felt a little flustered and guilty.

Although his cultivation wasn't high, he wasn't a newbie either. He shouldn't be this scared by a headless ghost, but he couldn't suppress the restless emotions in his heart.

He started searching, weaving through the crowd, looking for Zhou Ze and the headless girl. He felt that as long as he found either of them, he could escape the feeling of panic and confusion.

Searching, searching, searching...

Searching, searching, searching...

Beads of sweat dripped from Xu Qinglang's forehead, and he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. His lips were chapped. Xu Qinglang looked up at the sun, feeling like he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound came from behind him. Xu Qinglang subconsciously pushed through the crowd and staggered toward the sound.

He arrived at the entrance of a noodle shop.

Then he saw Zhou Ze sitting inside.

"You're here! I've been looking for you for so long!"

Xu Qinglang almost cried with joy. The confusion and despair he had just experienced were hard to describe, like being exiled to his own nightmare.

You can't sense the beginning,

Nor can you experience the end.

Xu Qinglang ran toward Zhou Ze, he was excited, very, very excited.

Actually, he wasn't gay. His orientation had always been normal. It was just that God gave him the wrong appearance. Sometimes he would make jokes about it himself, but he never took it to heart.

He saw Zhou Ze stand up,

Then he saw the ceiling fan above Zhou Ze's head.

The ceiling fan was spinning,

Spinning very fast.

A look of horror appeared on Xu Qinglang's face. He wanted to shout at Zhou Ze to dodge, wanted to shout no,

But his body continued to run forward due to inertia.

He seemed to foresee his end,

Zhou Ze would pick him up,

Then lift him up,

Then his head...

Crack...

Like a cucumber being snapped in half.

However, he didn't see arms opening.

He saw Zhou Ze raise his leg.

"Bang!"

One kick,

Heavily kicked into his lower abdomen.

Xu Qinglang fell to the ground, only to find himself lying by the side of the road. A small car had just sped past him,

And Zhou Ze was standing by the side of the road.

His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. Xu Qinglang touched his forehead.

"Am I being messed with?"

"You almost ran out and got hit by a car," Zhou Ze said calmly, as if saying, "Oh, what nice weather we're having today."

"That thing is so fierce?" Xu Qinglang said with lingering fear.

"She must have sensed that we were tracking her, so she struck first. This doesn't seem like a pure ghost. Killing people is like drinking water to her. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have been hit and sent flying."

"If she's not a ghost, then what is she?"

"Have you ever seen a masturbating Monkey King?"

Xu Qinglang shook his head.

"I have," Zhou Ze sighed. "She crossed the street and went to the mall opposite. Don't go, I'll go after her alone."

"What a joke. She almost killed me, how could I let her go!"

Xu Qinglang got up from the ground, dusted off his clothes.

"I'll go back and cook. You kill her, and I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

Zhou Ze nodded. Last night, he thought the priest was also good at knowing his limits. Now he realized that his neighbor was also quite aware.

The light turned green.

Zhou Ze waved his hand, walked directly across the zebra crossing, and entered the mall opposite. Zhou Ze began to search again.

Actually, sometimes Zhou Ze felt a little depressed. His abilities seemed very powerful, able to make Bai Yingying scream,

But sometimes, they seemed very useless.

He was a licensed professional now, but his abilities weren't suitable for catching ghosts in many situations, like now. After the headless woman entered the mall, Zhou Ze did lose direction in the crowd.

Moreover, the reason Zhou Ze felt that the other party was not an ordinary ghost was also because the ghostly aura on her body was not strong. She was able to kill people in broad daylight and use illusions in the crowd to almost make Xu Qinglang run into a car himself.

Ordinary ghosts really don't have this ability.

At this moment, Zhou Ze suddenly noticed a woman in a yellow sweater walking out in a diagonal direction, but she had a head and some freckles on her face.

Zhou Ze subconsciously walked over, but then he found another woman in a yellow sweater in another direction. Then, he saw many more.

Zhou Ze then realized that yellow sweaters were the theme work uniform for the employees of this mall today.

How could he find her like this!

Zhou Ze walked to the ice chest, opened it, and took out a bottle of mineral water. He twisted off the cap and started drinking directly.

"Sir, food here must be paid for before it can be opened and eaten," a saleswoman in a yellow sweater walked up to Zhou Ze and reminded him.

She was very young, probably a student working part-time.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Ze took out a ten-yuan bill and handed it to her. "Please pay for me."

Then, Zhou Ze reached out and pinched her face.

There was a tactile sensation.

It should be a real head.

The girl pointed at Zhou Ze in anger and shouted, "What do you mean by this!"

Holding ten yuan, a bottle of mineral water is two yuan, that means holding eight yuan,

And you want to do whatever you want!

Let alone that I am not that kind of person,

Just to say that you are taking liberties with eight yuan, it's too much!

"Sorry," Zhou Ze waved his hand and squatted down on the ground.

The girl originally wanted to call someone to catch a pervert, but seeing Zhou Ze's actions, she didn't make a scene and went to the counter to pay the bill in anger.

Zhou Ze stretched out his finger, the black nail grew out and he pressed it on the ground.

I don't believe,

I can't find you!

A ball of black energy permeated from Zhou Ze's fingertip into the ground,

Then,

Zhou Ze saw black footprints appear beside him,

The footprints began to extend out,

All the way to the back of the little girl who took his ten yuan to the counter to pay the bill.