People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Luxury villa, hall.

The sofa is formed in a circle with a rosewood coffee table as the center, in Baroque style, with the teak main body inlaid with gold and ivory.

luxurious!

Geralt sat casually on the expensive sofa, tapping the armrests of the sofa rhythmically with his fingers.

Opposite is Harold Cobos, an anxious-looking middle-aged man, the former owner of the villa, who died of acute myocardial infarction caused by excessive sexual excitement.

Commonly known as: Immediately wind.

In other words, the Harold in front of him was not a living person in the conventional sense, but... a ghost.

Coming from a family of demon hunters, Geralt has seen all kinds of supernatural creatures.However, it was his first time to act independently, so he was a little panicked, so much so that he ignored the fact that Harold was just a floating spirit, and almost beat him to death.

"Mr. Cobos suddenly appeared, looking like he was bleeding from all his orifices. It's normal to be frightened. When a person is frightened, his behavior will inevitably be extreme. I really don't blame me."

"Yes, it's this guy!"

Geralt became more determined.He gave Harold a textbook-like friendly smile.

Harold paused, so terrible.

About 10 minutes ago, the young man broke into his villa.Harold's face turned blue and blood flowed from all seven holes. He quietly appeared behind the young man and blew cold air on the back of his neck.

The young man turned his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

The young man's eyes widened instantly, looking frightened.

next moment.

A fist enlarged in front of his eyes.

boom!

The fist struck Harold in the nose.

This script...is wrong.

and.

Why, as a ghost, was he hit by a human fist?

it hurts!

One punch... was just the beginning, the young man's fists fell on him like raindrops.Taking advantage of the young man's breath, Harold broke free from the oppression. In order to get away from this cruel young man faster, he even rolled down the stairs.

Ignoring the pain, Harold quickly stood up, but bumped into another wave of people who broke into the villa.

After a lot of excitement, Geralt, Harold, and the foursome who just broke in each occupied one side of the sofa, clearly distinguishing themselves from each other.

The foursome were high school students from nearby. They were at the age when their hormones exploded. They were aroused by others and came to the "haunted house" to test their courage.They are the muscular Alex, the sexy Luna, the nerdy Peter, and the pure Emma - a classic horror movie death-defying lineup.

Judging from the shivering look, their list may not be as big as they thought.

Geralt's eyes wandered and fell on Harold, "Mr. Cobos, you are dead."

"Yes, I'm dead," Harold said dejectedly.

"The dead should not stay in the world of the living." Geralt said patiently, "This is wrong. You are an adult and you must understand the truth."

"Yes." Harold was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "I'm a bastard..."

Geralt made a mental note: [Clear and...accurate understanding of his own character].

"...My daughter Cynthia, her birthday is coming soon. I prepared a gift, but I didn't have time to send it out." Harold cried, "I just want to make up for it..."

Geralt said: "In other words, if someone helps you deliver the gift to your daughter, you will be willing to leave this world?"

Harold nodded heavily, "Yeah!"

Geralt asked: "Is there someone who came to the villa before?"

Harold curled his lips, "They are all money-crazy people who can't walk away from valuable things. Can you trust such people? You are different from them."

Geralt smiled and said, "Maybe I don't know the goods."

The Daring Four watched the exchange between Geralt and Harold, which was so normal that it didn't look like a conversation between a human and a ghost, and they suddenly felt less scared.

Geralt turned to the quartet of courage testers and said: "You have seen the ghost. It's a success. It's getting late. Go home and go to bed. Also, recall, how did you evaluate those who claimed to have seen ghosts? A classmate of the Tooth Fairy and the Goblin. Don’t tell anyone about what happened tonight, unless you are considered a madman or a liar.”

The foursome who tried their best probably didn't expect it to be so easy, and they couldn't believe it.The four of them walked carefully to the door and opened it.

Suddenly, the innocent girl turned around and said, "We have seen ghosts before. Are the Tooth Fairy and the little goblin real, sir?"

Geralt said: "Seeing is not necessarily believing. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Don't be curious, curiosity killed the cat."

I don’t say this to scare other little girls.

The supernatural world is like an abyss. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

On the second floor of the villa, Harold's bedroom.

Geralt pushed away the oil painting on the wall, revealing the hidden safe, "What valuable thing is locked in the safe?"

Geralt stood in front of the safe and entered the code.

Harold stood behind, with his head lowered and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.He slowly raised his hands, his nails long and sharp, like sharp daggers, stabbing Geralt in the back of the heart.

"Die!"

Harold laughed silently, his mouth split to the base of his ears, revealing two rows of canine-like teeth.

As ferocious as an evil ghost.

At this time, a six-pointed star pattern appeared on Geralt's T-shirt.The moment the nail tip touched the clothes, the six-pointed star burst into dazzling yellow light.

"what!!!"

As if he had been hit hard, Harold screamed and flew backwards, sticking to the wall like mud, and then slowly slid down.

Geralt ignored Harold, and with a beep, the safe opened.

"The password is true."

Geralt then turned around, looked down at Mr. Cobos playfully, and said with a smile: "How does the magic circle written with fire tree sap taste?"

"How can you drive a yacht and live in a villa if you don't have a dirty mind in finance? I'm not a fool. I've been on guard against you for a long time."

"Honestly, it's good to get rid of obsessions and leave this world, but I personally prefer simple and crude methods."

Harold stared at Geralt with a sinister look in his eyes, "Damn witcher, why are you meddling in your own business?!"

"Minding your own business?" Geralt smiled, "How is that possible? Of course I was paid. Don't witchers have to pay for it?"

"Any last words?"

"I……"

Halfway through his words, Harold lunged forward.

How could you just wait to die!

At some point, Geralt had a claw hammer in his hand.It can be seen that Harold is a man with a story.

Great...you have the story, I have the hammer.

Duang!

The steel-colored hammer head hit Harold firmly on the head, smashing Harold's soul and unwillingness into pieces, turning them into a cloud of gray and black mist.

Looking at the traces of black in the mist, Geralt was slightly surprised, "He has only been dead for half a month, but he is about to turn into a low-level evil spirit. There is something about him."

Based on past experience, the cause of Harold's death is open to question.

Geralt flipped his wrist, the claw hammer suddenly disappeared, and a horizontal vacuum cleaner suddenly appeared.

Geralt held the handle and pointed the nozzle at the mist.

"Suck it~"

The mist is sucked in by the vacuum cleaner.

Geralt opened the dust collector and took out a white pellet the size of a green bean.

"Alas~ Ge Ying."