Sister, look at him!

He Qingwan ordered wontons for Xiang Qing and asked for a bowl of spicy hot pot for himself.

It was so spicy that she couldn't stop slurping.

After reluctantly finishing the meal, He Qingwan drank yogurt while pressing and wiping the corners of her eyes with a tissue. Xiang Qing's wontons were already cold, but she hadn't returned yet.

He Qingwan looked at the time. Almost an hour had passed. Even the big one should be done by now.

"Boss." She stood up and called the boss.

It was not lunch time, so there were not many people in the store. The boss, who was sitting behind the counter playing with his phone, poked his head out when he heard He Qingwan's call, "Beauty, your total is eighteen."

"Okay." He Qingwan scanned the code to pay and asked, "Boss, where is the nearest public toilet?"

The boss stood up and walked to the door and pointed to He Qingwan, "Go east across the street, there is a garbage station next to it."

He Qingwan nodded, pressed the screen with his finger, and paid with his fingerprint. "I'll order another bowl of wontons in half an hour."

At the same time, the phone on the counter rang, "Twenty-six yuan has arrived in my Alipay account."

The boss didn't ask any more questions and went to the kitchen to make wontons.

He Qing opened the chat box between herself and Xiang Qing later. The last message she sent was five minutes ago. She asked Xiang Qing how long it would take, but Xiang Qing did not reply.

Following the direction pointed by the boss, He Qingwan went to the public toilet.

The weather was hot and the smell was not very pleasant. Two of the three public washbasins at the entrance were rotten, and there were no water stains on the dark countertop, as if it had not been used that day.

"Aqing?"

The clear voice echoed in the empty public toilet, and the only response to He Qingwan was his own echo.

Pushing open the five compartments one by one, each compartment was empty, with nothing but dirt.

The five wooden doors were wide open. There was no window in the toilet, only an exhaust fan. However, a gust of cold wind blew from somewhere, and the door of the last room slowly closed.

He Qingwan took a step forward expressionlessly and fiercely kicked the door shut, "Get out!"

"what--"

A shrill scream was heard, and at the same time a thin black shadow crawled out, kneeling in front of He Qingwan, trembling.

"Have you ever seen a girl with shoulder-length hair wearing an olive green sun-protective jacket, white wide-leg pants, and a white baseball cap?"

He Qingwan looked down at the ragged male ghost at his feet.

"No, I haven't seen it. No one has been here since morning." The ghost on the ground shook his head frantically.

He Qingwan said "Oh", and the male ghost couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, and he didn't dare to look up, for fear that he would bring bad luck to He Qingwan.

The long silence after "Oh" made the male ghost tremble even more violently. Just when it was about to give up and wanted to hide back in the toilet, He Qingwan spoke again.

"Why are you, a male ghost, in the women's restroom?"

This time, the male ghost heard He Qingwan's emotions, which were confusion, mixed with coldness and murderous intent.

"me……"

The male ghost didn't dare to tell the truth, but he didn't dare to lie to He Qingwan either. He put his forehead to the ground and stammered, unable to utter a word.

"It must be some shameful reason." He Qingwan sneered.

The male ghost still didn't dare to say a word.

"I don't have time to deal with you." He Qingwan snapped his fingers impatiently.

In an instant, a black iron door covered by thick black fog appeared behind her.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and a ghost in a suit and leather shoes came out. When he saw He Qingwan, he bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Lord Bai Ze."

He Qingwan: “?”

Perhaps seeing He Qingwan's confusion, the ghost hurriedly explained, "It was Lord Yan who told us to call you that. If you don't like it..."

He Qingwan made a stop gesture and said, "Let Lord Yan come to see me."

Ghost Messenger: "Ah? Me? Let Lord Yan?"

"Ok!"

After saying this, He Qingwan turned around and left without even looking back.

Walking to the car and opening the passenger door, He Qingwan bent down and searched around, and found a hair.

He Qingwan wrapped the hair around his fingertips and blew a breath at the hair.

The hair flew out and drifted in one direction.

He Qingwan immediately raised his leg and followed.

*

The ghost catcher who carried the ghost back to the underworld sent the ghost away for interrogation according to the procedure, and then went to find his boss with a sad face.

“You mean you met Lord Bai Ze and helped him catch a ghost?” The little girl with a baby voice was swinging her legs while sitting on a high chair. After hearing about her little brother’s experience, she laughed at him mercilessly. “Everyone knows that Lord Bai Ze disappeared with Lord Zhongli tens of thousands of years ago. You said you met Lord Bai Ze, and I said I just had dinner with Lord Zhongli! Hahaha.”

At this moment, the ghost suddenly became very calm. He looked at the devilish little Loli in front of him and asked her very calmly, "Do you dare to bet that what I said is a lie?"

The little girl's laughter stopped abruptly.

She rolled her eyes, as if considering something. After hesitating for a while, she jumped off the high chair and ran out on her short legs, "If you dare to lie to me, you'll die again!"

*

Following the flying hair, He Qingwan came to an alley. At the entrance of the alley was a truck with the logo of a courier company printed on it.

The hair stopped in front of the truck's door.

The door is locked.

He Qingwan looked around and saw a stone. She picked it up and threw it directly at the glass of the driver's seat.

The noise attracted a middle-aged man and woman in courier uniforms.

The man is like a fried dough stick and the woman is like an egg.

"What are you doing!" They shouted to stop He Qingwan.

He Qingwan knocked on the carriage to signal them, "Open the carriage, my friend is inside."

The man and woman looked at each other, and the woman started to get angry, "What do you mean your friends? We are all in there...ah——"

The egg flew out and the fried dough stick was strangled by the neck.

"I said, open the carriage."

He Qingwan grabbed the man's neck and tried to lift him up, but she obviously couldn't do it without wearing high heels.

Just as she was about to push the man to the ground as if nothing had happened, she felt someone lifting her up by the armpits.

This is enough height, and Youtiao's feet are off the ground.

He Qingwan turned around silently and saw King Yama with a serious look on his face.

"Put me down."

she says.

King Yama obediently let He Qingwan go again.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, He Qingwan threw the man who rolled his eyes to the ground and kicked him, successfully knocking the man unconscious.

She moved her wrist, pushed away King Yama who was blocking her way, and grabbed the big iron lock with her slender hand and twisted it hard, and the lock began to twist.

King Yama also understood what He Qingwan wanted to do, and he punched a large hole in the thickened carriage door.

He simply dismantled the entire door based on the big hole.

Inside the carriage were large packages of express parcels stacked together.

He Qingwan jumped into the carriage, squatted beside a bag and opened it, revealing the unconscious Xiang Qing.

Judging from the breathing sounds, there should be two more people.

He Qingwan opened two more bags, each containing a girl of about the same age as them.

"Human trafficking," she muttered. "We need to call the police."