Nether Marriage, Charming Ghost

Everyone had already left. Huo Muyan was still sitting in front of his computer, staring at the screen in front of him.

On top of that were information about the deceased this time and his personal relationships.

Single. His parents were both out of the country. Other than their colleagues, they had no other relationships with each other. They did not owe anyone money. When they died, their money and cell phones were still there.

However, Huo Muyan found a very strange photo on his phone. It was taken at 2: 30 in the morning, half an hour before his death.

Within the tomb, he took a picture while facing the camera. His face was only half the size of the lens. It looked like he was taking a photo with someone, but it was obvious that he was the only one in the picture.

Huo Muyan looked at the time. It was almost three o'clock.

He stood up from his seat and stretched his waist. Just as he was about to drink his water, he heard a soft voice coming from behind him.

With a "pa da" sound, something fell onto the ground.

Huo Muyan's body shook. He slowly turned his head, only to see that the window had been opened without him knowing. The night wind blew in from the outside, causing the curtain to move and a book to fall to the ground.

Huo Muyan bent over, picked up the book, and took two steps forward, wanting to close the window.

The person who left before Huo Muyan was Little Yellow.

At that time, Huo Muyan was making coffee, and Little Yellow closed the window while telling itself that it was going to rain.

When he thought of this, Huo Muyan's hand was already on the window. His back was suddenly stiff, and he lowered his head slowly with a hint of coldness.

And so … He.

Huo Muyan's face was the picture he'd just seen on his computer. Bright red blood dyed his clothes, and his facial features were twisted sinisterly. Huo Muyan's expression changed, but he still couldn't help shouting out loud. He retreated a few steps, but he had already grabbed his hand.

The fear in Huo Muyan's heart overcame his rationality. He wanted to break free, but the strength of that person was astonishing. Huo Muyan stepped on the wall and fiercely pulled his body away, finally getting rid of that thing.

However, the huge inertia caused him to fall directly onto the ground. His arm knocked against a nearby table, causing Huo Muyan to furrow his brows in pain. However, he quickly remembered that he had to close the window or else he would climb up.

With that thought in mind, Huo Muyan immediately stepped forward and closed the stiff window.

At that moment, Huo Muyan looked down and saw a clean patch of land. If it wasn't for the clear scratch on his hand, Huo Muyan would have thought it was an illusion.

Just as he closed the window, he heard clear footsteps coming from behind him.

The sound of something dragging on the floor seemed to carry a vague feeling of flesh as it moved a little. Huo Muyan immediately turned his head, but he saw that the office door was wide open. Other than the light on his computer desk, the corridor and the entire office was dark.

Huo Muyan swallowed his saliva and walked slowly towards the door with a frown. He moved a little, afraid that he would alert the others. Then, he gently pulled the door open, only to discover that there was nothing outside.

Huo Muyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, cleaned up his desk, and left the office.

What happened just now seemed to be right in front of him, but Huo Muyan attributed it all to him being too busy and losing focus.

Huo Muyan walked to the underground parking lot. It was pitch black inside the garage, and the lights above his head were flickering.

Huo Muyan's footsteps sounded exceptionally loud in the parking lot, causing Huo Muyan to slow down.

Only when he stopped did Huo Muyan realize that there was a light rubbing sound coming from behind him. It was the sound of old Beijing cloth shoes. Huo Muyan immediately turned around.

He was right in front of him.

"Officer Huo, you worked overtime again?"

The person's face was full of smiles and his voice was hoarse. It was a familiar face to him.

"Uncle Liu, can you not be so scary?" There was a wry smile in Huo Muyan's words.

Old Uncle Liu replied with an 'oh'. He glanced at Huo Muyan's body and said, "You've worked overtime again?"

"Yes, I'm going home." As Huo Muyan spoke, he had already gotten into the car. He waved towards Uncle Liu and said, "I'll be going back first. Uncle Liu, don't rest too late."

Hearing Huo Muyan's words, Old Uncle Liu didn't have much of an expression on his face. He nodded his head, and Huo Muyan's car drove past him. Just as the thing was about to crawl over, Old Uncle Liu extended his foot and stepped on it.

"Dirty thing, get back!"

An enraged voice entered his ears as Xu Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

He looked around him. He was sleeping in the living room, Lin April was beside him, her head on his lap. She was also asleep.

The television was still broadcasting a television show. Xu Qing An glanced at it and his eyes quickly turned to the window.

That thing was about to leave gloomily, but Xu Qing An did not even bother moving. With a flick of her hand, that thing had already collapsed beside her.

Xu Qing An frowned. He originally wanted him to scare Huo Mu Yan a few more times, but he didn't expect that a person like Cheng Ya Jin would appear in the middle of the road.

Xu Qing An narrowed his eyes and looked to the side. The woman was looking at him coldly, and when he met her gaze, Xu Qing An threw her hands behind her back, causing the woman to scream miserably. Xu Qing An reached out and grabbed her neck, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

He said, "It is not my duty to let someone suffer grievances like that, but you are very brave. How dare you touch the people around me? "Hmm?"

As his hand slowly tightened, the woman's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Xu Qing An didn't want to dirty his hand, so he simply threw her to the side.

"If you want people to find you, you have to think about how to make Officer Huo feel that your husband is wrong. If you want to do this, I don't need to teach you, right?"