A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 25 Hello, my four thousand three hundred and forty-five new friends!
The moment he recognized Sister Shui, Zhong Xie's body began to move.

He ran across the street, jumped over the speeding vehicle like a vaulting horse, then dodged the electric bike with a forward roll and successfully reached the other side of the street.

Without waiting for the drivers behind him who had braked suddenly to look over and curse, Zhong Xie stood firm, jumped up and hooked the sign above the store, then swung forward and backward to use the force to climb onto the second-floor awning.

Like a gecko, he quickly climbed up the water pipes and railings on the surface of the building, stunning the drivers who wanted to curse him.

At the other end of the street, Ke Yang was a little confused as he watched Zhong Xie's receding figure. It was quite rare to see someone who would suddenly cross the street and start climbing stairs in the middle of a chat with you.

Lin Youlan followed Zhong Xie's route and looked up, and also saw Sister Shui standing on the balcony on the fifth floor, so she crossed the road without saying a word.

She was indeed not as fast as Zhong Xie, but with the help of the skull crusher, she could still reach the other side of the street in a few strokes.
Then Lin Youlan threw the skull crusher high up and hung it on the third-floor window with a wire. With a little effort, she pulled herself up.

The two of them went up to the fifth floor one after the other, entered the same room through the window, and disappeared from Ke Yang's sight together.

Ke Yang was speechless. He didn't expect that there would be two such people.

He thought about it, took Zhou Ting back into his heart, turned around and disappeared in the noisy crowd on the street.

He still had a lot of things to do and no time to wait.

"What about people?"

Zhong Xie broke into the room, but it was empty. Looking behind him, Lin Youlan had suddenly disappeared.

"I didn't want to see anyone else, so I brought you here."

When I turned around, I saw a woman sitting on the empty bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and speaking in a calm voice.

This is the real Sister Shui.

Although she has the same face as Ah Shui in the ghost story incident, the real Ah Shui in front of us is still unpredictable.

Her emotions were not revealed on the outside, as calm as a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for a hundred years.

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Xie heard from Sister Shui's words that the other party had no ill intentions, so he put down his fighting posture and sat on this side of the bed.

He had previously suspected that this A Shui was not a normal human being, and might have escaped into the city from the ghost story occupied area.

It could be a person, or it could be a ghost story.

"Originally I came to take Xiaoshui home, but now it seems unnecessary." Ah Shui said, she looked at Zhong Xie, her eyes were deep, "I am very lonely, so I cherish my friends, every friend is precious."

Kuster's alarm bells rang in his heart, and he shouted frantically: "Let me out quickly, this guy is very dangerous, I must enter the complete form as soon as possible to fight him!"

The subtle threat in A Shui's words made Kuster feel very uneasy, as if he would die on the spot in the next moment.

However, Zhong Xie blinked and then said seriously: "In this case, I will make up for the friend you lost. From now on, I will be your friend."

It looked like Ah Shui took advantage of him.

Ah Shui remained calm. She nodded in agreement: "Okay, then you will be the ninth one, replacing Xiao Shui."

After she finished speaking, she extended her hand and said, "My name is Ah Shui, please give me your guidance."

"Zhong Xie, the Zhong in clock, the evil in good can never defeat the evil." Zhong Xie grinned, now he really got the upper hand.

He knew that Ah Shui was not a normal human being at all, and he absolutely could not communicate with her using normal human thinking.

Sister Shui came to him because she was missing a friend. In that case, wouldn’t it be better for her to fill the gap left by this friend?

If she came here to seek revenge, Sister Shui would definitely say it directly, right?

So Zhong Xie said to Kuster in his heart: "Shut up, it's none of your business. You've been a human for too long, you don't understand how we get along with ghost stories."

Kuster: “?”

You are a ghost story, then what am I?
Zhong Xie ignored Kuster and asked curiously, "How many friends do you have?"

"Four thousand three hundred and forty-five." A Shui said an exact number.

Zhong Xie's eyes widened. He originally thought that a few dozen people were the upper limit, but he didn't expect there would be four or five thousand people?

You still feel lonely when you have thousands of friends, so how many people do you want?

Do you want to be the Zhejiang warlord Sun Ashui?

But when I think about it, I'm ranked ninth out of 4,345 friends?

If you kill Lao Jiu, I will be the ninth. Your organization is following the tactics of Lao Jiumen, right?

Zhong Xie was complaining madly in his heart, but he still smiled on the surface.

"Since you are my friend, I have to remind you not to use maggots to replicate yourself casually." Ah Shui said, "After I planted my eighth friend, I suddenly felt that 'myself' might be my best friend, so I planted Xiao Shui."

"Then she developed her own will and gradually separated from you?" Zhong Xie vaguely guessed what would happen next.

Ah Shui seemed happy to communicate with his new friend: "Yes, I gradually understand that consciousness is not a unilateral creation of the spiritual level, but a combination of the material and spiritual levels."

She said faintly, "The copied Xiaoshui is connected to my consciousness, but our physiological differences still lead to a divergence of consciousness, until it completely breaks apart. She can still communicate with me through her consciousness, but we have essentially become two people."

Zhong Xie understood what Ah Shui meant.

It's like mental illnesses like depression are not simply mental problems, but also physiological problems. In reality, people with depression cannot feel happy, and this is not because they are being pretentious or nitpicking.

Sister Shui and Xiao Shui's mental thinking were consistent at the beginning, but later changed due to physiological conditions and environmental factors.

Similarly, Zhong Xie’s army is likely to face the same ending, which is why Sister A Shui specifically reminded Zhong Xie.

Maybe she didn't intend to remind him originally, but now Zhong Xie is her friend, and she doesn't want Zhong Xie to repeat the mistakes she made.

"Where are you from? Wangcheng? Or the Black Goat area?" Zhong Xie was curious about A Shui's origins.

Ah Shui did not hide it. There is no need to hide it between friends: "It's even further. I bypassed the black goat. His rules are very troublesome."

"I understand." Zhong Xie nodded. His guess was correct.

"Here's my contact information. If you need anything, you can come to me. Friends should help each other. If you have any requests, tell me. I won't be polite." Ah Shui handed a business card to Zhong Xie with both hands, appearing very formal. "I have quite a few friends in this city. If you need anything, I can help you."

Zhong Xie was flattered and took it with both hands solemnly: "I will make good use of it."

He wanted to fill the position of Ah Shui's friend, it was just a casual remark, but he didn't expect Ah Shui to be so obsessed with the concept of "friend" and so sincere that Zhong Xie felt a little embarrassed.

This is a simple ghost storyteller. Being able to meet such a sincere fellow in this deceitful human city, Zhong Xie decided to make good use of this hard-earned connection.

With more than four thousand friends and more than four thousand roads, if you walk one road a day, you can walk them for twelve years.

Looking at the business card again, there was no name or other introduction on it, only three simple words -

"Circle of Friends".

Is there really an organization called "Circle of Friends"?

"How do I use this?" Zhong Xie was puzzled.

Ah Shui took out a small brush and swiped it twice on the business card. Suddenly, flowing words like a barrage of words appeared on the business card.

"Wangcheng, Wangcheng, please help me. My buddy is trapped in Benboerba. Please save him."

"Girls' personal use of the Ghost Story capsule gray entry [Three Combinations], 99% new, no strategy included, need to pick it up yourself."

"cpdd~"

Zhong Xie: “???”

So this is just checking your Moments?

Is this business card the chat hall of the world server?

How come there is everything?
"A friend designed this little gadget, and he insisted it be activated with a brush." Ah Shui explained. She had finished explaining the rules to her friend, then stood up from the bed and glanced at her watch. "I'm going to help a friend now, so you might not be able to contact me for a while. If it's urgent, you can use maggots to replicate my face."

"Okay, you too, just tell me if you need my help with anything." Zhong Xie was not stingy at all. He could feel that Ah Shui was a guy who had reached a certain level of indifference.

She's passionate about making friends, about helping them, like a transit point, shuttling between over 4,000 friends. A normal person would have blocked them all long ago, but she never tires of it. Is it because she can't find the meaning of her own existence?
Relying on these friends?

Or...

Are these more than 4,000 friends all manifestations of her personality?
"Thank you, you helped me make a decision that I couldn't make. Even though it was me, it's hard for me to do anything to my living friend." Ah Shui thanked him and bowed slightly.

When she raised her head again, her face began to change, and in just a few seconds she became another person.

The strange woman opened her confused eyes, first looking at the bed beneath her, then at Zhong Xie who was sitting beside the bed: "You slept with me?"

At this time, Lin Youlan arrived late. She climbed into the room through the window and looked at Zhong Xie in surprise: "You slept with her?"

Zhong Xie: “…”

You two are really a bit abstract.

Zhong Xie was too lazy to explain and just jumped out of the window. During the descent, he grabbed two railings to reduce the impact and landed perfectly next to Zhang Zitai and Jiang Shuran.

"Hey, you're here?" Zhang Zita turned around after hearing the noise. He was a little surprised by Zhong Xie's figure. Then he looked carefully and saw Lin Youlan was also behind Zhong Xie.

"Well, is there anything else? If not, go back to school. I have something to do in the afternoon." Zhong Xie said.

Lin Youlan followed his footsteps, sidling up to him, looking up slightly and asking curiously, "Why so fast? Do you have any more strange stories about the Sleeping Express?"

Zhong Xie was very sure that Lin Youlan was actually curious about whether he had a second ghost story. She was not interested in his ability to sleep with others in such a short time.

He was a little puzzled. Lin Youlan was not a person who told ghost stories, so how could she be so dull about things other than ghost stories and fighting?
"No, that was the person possessed by A Shui. Have you forgotten that you chased A Shui to that room?" Zhong Xie was helpless. He didn't want to explain, but he was afraid that Lin Youlan would continue to ask.

"A Shui? Isn't A Shui dead? I was chasing you, I thought you had discovered something." Lin Youlan was surprised.

Zhong Xie frowned when he heard this. He was sure that Lin Youlan must have seen Sister A Shui just now.

Ah Shui only wanted to see him, so he modified Lin Youlan's memory as well?

Does she have the ability to modify memories?
If that’s the case, did I really experience everything that happened in the ghost story incident?

Zhong Xie subconsciously began to doubt himself. If the memories in the ghost story incidents were all made up by A Shui, would they have been parasitized?

"Zhang Zitai, come here."

Zhong Xie waved at Zhang Zitai, who was confused about the situation, and asked him to turn around. He then took a bloody mouth from Jiang Shuran, put it behind Zhang Zitai's head, and shaved all the hair on the back of Zhang Zitai's head like a razor.

"Wait..." Jiang Shuran's attempt to stop him was again a step too late. She looked at the back of Zhang Zitai's head which was gradually becoming bald, and felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

However, no one was paying attention to Jiang Shuran's condition now. Everyone else was curious about what Zhong Xie was doing.

There are no faces, the memories are real.

Zhong Xie made a judgment that Ah Shui was dead.

He felt relieved and said cheerfully, "It is said that it is easy to cut off the braids on your head, but difficult to cut off the braids in your heart. Let me test it to see if it is true."

Zhang Zitai: “Ah?”

"Want to see if those 'friends' have possessed our heads and escaped?" Jiang Shuran guessed Zhong Xie's intention. "I noticed it when I was helping to carry the injured earlier. Those people were all normal."

"That's good." Zhong Xie replied, and he and Lin Youlan touched the back of their heads at the same time.

Very good, the back of the head is still intact.

-

"You replaced the faces of twelve ordinary people?"

In the office, Lao Qin looked at Lin Youlan and Zhong Xie, and his voice rose an octave.

Qin Mian knew that Lin Youlan had brought Zhong Xie into the city through "legal procedures", but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, they were just out to see some weird stories, what could go wrong?

It's a small matter, only 4 dead and 21 injured.

Although he knew that the responsibility did not lie with Lin Youlan and Zhong Xie, this number still made Qin Mian feel frightened.

Haicheng has been built for a long time and is the main city of the Eastern Theater. There are indicators for strange incidents with this level of casualties, and no one wants this to happen to them.

You know, school hasn’t started yet, and there’s a lot of time ahead.

Very long.

To be fair, it was hard to blame the performance of Lin Youlan, Zhong Xie and the others this time, as they had reduced casualties to a minimum. However, the cult plan of the "Zhong Xie Legion" still made Qin Mian's mouth twitch.

He began to doubt his old friend Han Dong's judgment of Zhong Xie.

It's hard for a good person to come up with such a solution, right?
"What's more important, life or face? Besides, it's not like it can't be recovered. At most, I'll just have to lie in bed for half a year and it will be healed."

Lin Youlan stepped forward and protected Zhong Xie behind him.

She had her own judgment, and Zhong Xie did nothing wrong in this matter.

Lao Qin also understood this, and his violent reaction was purely because he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The purpose of having them sign the contract was to use Zhong Xie to contain Lin Youlan so that she wouldn't go too crazy when dealing with ghost stories, but now it seems...

How come Zhong Xie looks like the principal offender and Lin Youlan looks like an accomplice, and an accomplice who is so loyal to his big brother and is willing to take the blame at any time?

"You guys deserve credit for this." Lao Qin had no intention of punishing anyone. It was enough for these rookie ghost story users to solve the problem to this extent. He took out two cards from the drawer and pushed them over. "Two gray entries, any gym in Haicheng will do."

"Is it so generous this time? Old Qin, your face is quite valuable. You can get this thing from it." Lin Youlan immediately took the card and stuffed it into Zhong Xie's pocket.

She explained, "Every city has at least one Kaidan Gym, and the gym owner is a Kaidan master above T2 level. With this card, you can choose any gray entry in the entry library. When you go to the gym, there will be a professional Kaidan master who will teach you one-on-one, and you can basically learn it."

The library of ghost stories compiled by humans is naturally for the purpose of inheritance, and although this gym model is inefficient, it is absolutely safe.

"Gym? Could there be a segment where you challenge the gym leader to get a badge and participate in the regional competition?" Zhong Xie immediately felt a little familiar.

Lin Youlan blinked. "There aren't any regional competitions. Challenges to gym leaders are real, but the requirements for appointments are quite high. These gym leaders are mostly part-time, and their main job is to participate in various strange tales."

"Okay." Zhong Xie understood. He had long felt that the officialdom was short of manpower, especially high-level combat power. Often a high-level ghost story teller needed to work several jobs.

The revival of ghost stories has only been three or four years. To put it nicely, it is a blue ocean, but to put it bluntly, it is a place where a lot of work needs to be done.

Of course, Zhong Xie admired the government's organizational ability to maintain the lives of ordinary people at a level similar to that before the revival of ghost stories.

Doesn’t this show the advantage of being good at maintaining stability?

"I don't have any need for the grey entry, just keep this card for your use."

Lin Youlan does not need these two cards. She is indeed a novice ghost story master participating in the "May Plan", but her reserve of entries is probably richer than many gradient ghost story masters.

If she said she didn't need it, then that meant she really didn't need it, so Zhong Xie didn't hesitate and just put it away. He could use his authority to see what good things were in the entry library later.

Any gray entry you choose is more valuable than the randomly dropped black entry. Even if the entry is not in the library, Zhong Xie can still put this card on the black market to exchange for ghost story capsules.

That thing is similar to the single-player copy in the game, and Zhong Xie has wanted to try it for a long time.

The ghost story capsules with guides are expensive, but Zhong Xie doesn’t want the guide. What’s the point of playing the game by reading the guide?
If you don't have a strategy, this card can almost be exchanged for a very high-quality black-attributed ghost story capsule. Ghost story events of this level are extremely interesting.

At least it won’t be much worse than “Catch the Ghosts and Play House”.

Hehe, Zhong Xie had a premonition.

From then on, he would often take leave and hide in the dormitory to play "games".

Eight in the morning?

nonexistent.

　I have to update more than usual. I will try my best to update. The harder I work, the luckier I am! I hope the data will be better than the data of my first two books QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)