The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The founder of Dushishanfang was a kind-looking old man named Zhang Wenbin. His two sons both served in the government and were said to be of high rank and quite outstanding.

Zhang Wenbin himself is a kind and honest person. He opened this restaurant not for profit, but to make everyone free from hunger. If someone has no money to eat because of financial constraints, just come here and you can have a full meal.

This kind act of kindness soon spread by word of mouth, and the reputation of Dushi Canfang became more and more famous. In the streets and alleys, people always praised Zhang Wenbin when talking about him.

Whenever someone mentioned these compliments, Zhang Wenbin always waved his hands, with a gentle smile: "It's just a small favor, how can I let my stomach suffer?

It was lunchtime, and there was a lot of traffic outside. There were people coming and going at the entrance of Dushi Canfang, and guests kept coming in and out. The restaurant was even more lively, with people laughing and chatting, clinking glasses, and waiters running around, creating a bustling scene.

Chen Yifan stood on the roadside with a cigarette in his mouth, observing with squinted eyes. Behind him followed seven or eight younger brothers, each one more fierce and ferocious than the other.

"Brother Chen, I heard that the old man in this restaurant is a kind-hearted person who is keen on helping others. He was even named one of the top ten most touching people."

A younger brother introduced the situation to Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan snorted coldly, "Bullshit! Helping others is just a way to gain fame. When things reach their extremes, they will turn against each other. Who knows what dirty tricks that old man has done in secret!"

Another younger brother quickly echoed, "Brother Chen is so wise and powerful, he really saw through the strangeness at a glance!"

As they were talking, two cars drove in from a distance and stopped in front of Chen Yifan and the others. The car doors opened, and Mu Yang, Lin Xia, Liu Yi and Shen Ran walked out one after another.

Soon after, several unfamiliar men and women came down, all of them well-dressed, dignified and imposing.

Mu Yang stepped forward and said, "Let me introduce them to you. They are all agents from the Paranormal Investigation Bureau..."

"Stop!" Chen Yifan interrupted him impatiently, "You don't need to introduce so much to me. I'm just here to catch the dolls. Don't talk about other things."

Mu Yang was already used to his character and didn't mind it.

An agent in his early twenties next to him couldn't help himself. He raised his thick eyebrows and shouted, "Hey, who do you think you are? How dare you be so rude to our captain? Do you believe I will arrest you?"

This guy is called Zhou Hao. He hates evil, is arrogant and stubborn. He joined the Supernatural Investigation Bureau right after graduation and became a member of the team by using tough measures. He has made several contributions in the past year and is deeply loved by his superiors.

Chen Yifan spat out the cigarette butt and crushed it under his feet, then raised his eyes slowly: "Wow! The young detective has a bad temper?"

The younger brother behind him instantly took half a step forward, his joints cracking as he let out a rogue laugh.

Shen Ran rushed forward, stretched out her hand and pushed Zhou Hao to the ground, and said with her hands on her hips: "Try to yell at Brother Chen again, believe it or not, I will castrate you?"

Zhou Hao got up from the ground in a panic and looked at her in disbelief. "Ranran, you and I are in the same group, how can you speak for this gangster?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yifan suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and pressed it against Zhou Hao's throat amid everyone's exclamations. The blade cut through his collar, oozing blood.

"Chen Yifan! Don't be impulsive, we can talk it out." Mu Yang was frightened and rushed forward to dissuade him.

Chen Yifan lazily blew away the ash on the blade, "Captain Mu, keep your people under control. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll scratch his official face with my next knife."

The younger brothers burst into laughter. Zhou Hao's face turned pale and blue. He was extremely angry, but he was powerless to change the current situation. He could only glare at Chen Yifan fiercely.

"What are you standing there for? Apologize now!" Mu Yang scolded.

Zhou Hao gritted his teeth unwillingly and lowered his head: "Sorry, I was reckless just now."

"louder!"

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

"Okay, I'll spare your life this time. Let's go." Chen Yifan retracted the dagger and turned to walk towards Du Shi Canfang.

Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and glared at Zhou Hao: "Pay attention to your words and actions in the future. If you make him angry, I will really kill you!"

Zhou Hao pouted with resentment, muttering in dissatisfaction, "He's just a small hoodlum who can't stand up to the public, what's so awesome about him..."

Mu Yang glared at him and led his men to catch up with Chen Yifan. Chen Yifan was the first to open the door of the hotel. The moment he opened the door, the scene in front of him suddenly changed dramatically.

He could clearly see the bustling scene inside from the outside, but the moment he stepped through the door, it was as if an invisible barrier was broken and the house suddenly became deserted.

Only twisted ruins remained of the originally gorgeous decorations, all modern objects had disappeared without a trace, the walls were stained with blood and emitted a disgusting stench, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning, as if this place had just experienced a terrible disaster.

Chen Yifan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was confused from sleep, and stepped back.

As a result, the moment he fell back, the bustling scene with noisy voices appeared again, as if the horrifying scene just now was just an illusion.

This time he was completely dumbfounded. As if to test something, he took another step forward, and sure enough, he saw the desolate scene again.

Mu Yang, who was following behind him, watched him going in and out of the gate, thinking he was still in a bad mood. But when he stepped into the gate, he was stunned.

Both of them looked at each other in amazement.

"What the hell is going on?" Chen Yifan asked.

"I don't know, but... it's very weird." Mu Yang shook his head, indicating that he was also confused.

Chen Yifan stared at the diners coming in and out, and suddenly grabbed a middle-aged man in a flowered shirt and said, "Hey! Let me ask you, what did you see when you came in?"

The man was frightened by his ferocious appearance and subconsciously shrank back: "It's... it's just a place to eat, what's the matter?"

Chen Yifan and Mu Yang looked at each other, then let go of their fingers and pointed inside the store: “Do you smell a burnt smell?

The man frowned, "No, I don't smell it...it smells pretty good."

"Fuck! Go away, get out of here." Chen Yifan kicked him in the butt. The man staggered for two steps before steadying himself. He didn't dare to stay and left as if he was running away.

Mu Yang whispered: "There are only two possibilities now. Either we are all hallucinating, or... that little girl is the one behind it!"

"Then what are we waiting for? With so many of us, are we afraid of a little brat like her? Let's go!" Chen Yifan waved his hand and took the lead to lead the way.

A group of people walked forward cautiously. Stepping into this place seemed like they had really arrived in another world.

The charred marks on the items inside were shocking, as if the fire had just happened yesterday, and the afterglow of the high temperature seemed to still linger in the air.

From time to time, you can hear the faint sound of ghosts howling in the corners. The sound is sharp and miserable, but you can't find the specific source of the sound, which makes people feel creepy.

Shen Ran hugged Chen Yifan's arm tightly.

Sudden--!

An object suddenly appeared upside down in front of everyone, blocking their way.

It was a person whose body was burned to a bloody mess, his skin was charred and curled, and the flesh on his body was still falling off as he struggled, revealing the white bones inside.

Upon closer inspection, they found that he was not dead yet. He was still struggling hard to ask for help, making unclear sounds from his mouth.

Chen Yifan raised his knife and chopped the ghost-like thing into two halves. Black liquid splashed all over the ground, emitting a pungent stench.

"Fuck you, you scared me!"