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

Shen Ran's stomach was churning and he couldn't hold it in any longer so he turned around and ran to the corner and vomited violently.

Zhou Hao hurriedly followed her, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, then patted her on the back: "How are you? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Shen Ran avoided his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice: "No need." But his body was shaking slightly because of nausea.

Zhou Hao paused, held his hand in the air and then retracted it, whispering: "I have mineral water in my bag, rinse your mouth..."

"I told you not to." Shen Ran interrupted him and subconsciously looked in the direction of Chen Yifan.

The latter was using a dagger to poke at the black liquid on the ground. Zhou Hao followed her gaze, curling his fingers slightly, but still maintaining a gentle tone:

"Ranran, the situation ahead is unclear, follow me closely and don't get too close..."

"Get out of the way!" Shen Ran frowned and pushed him away, then quickly walked to Chen Yifan's position and stood still.

Zhou Hao stared at Shen Ran's fingers on Chen Yifan's arm. Those hands had gently brushed the gauze when he bandaged the wound, but now they were entwined around the gangster like vines.

He reached for the badge on his waist. A month ago at the bureau's celebration party, Shen Ran got drunk and leaned on his shoulder, his collar rubbing against the badge on his chest. At that time, he was so stiff that he didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

At this moment, the badge was being deformed by him, reflecting the silhouettes of the two people in front of him.

Chen Yifan was always observing the surroundings, while Shen Ran looked up at his profile with a look of fascination.

At the end of the corridor, where the wall paint was peeling, there was a half-burned mirror hanging. Zhou Hao saw his own reflection overlapped with the swaying ghost in the mirror.

The left side of his face was red from the firelight, and the right side was distorted in the shadows. Shen Ran suddenly squinted his eyes because of the choking smoke and raised his hand to rub them.

Chen Yifan paused, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, not wiping it gently, but patting it directly on the back of her hand. But Shen Ran smiled shyly as if she had found a treasure.

This scene made Zhou Hao feel a rusty taste in his throat, as if the corrupt fluid of the ghost that had just been chopped open was pouring down his throat.

The group walked cautiously in the gloomy hotel, the dim lights flickering.

At this time, Chen Yifan had not yet realized how dangerous a situation Xiao Heidan had pushed them into by blindly taking on the job.

Death is slowly approaching...

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing cry was heard faintly, echoing in the silent space, making people feel creepy.

Everyone immediately became alert and began to look around for the source of the crying. They followed the direction of the sound and groped their way forward in the intricate corridors, each step filled with uncertainty and fear.

The crying sound came and went, as if it was deliberately guiding them, and it seemed to disappear at any time. Finally, they came to a room, and the crying sound became clearer.

When they opened the door, they saw a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old sitting in the corner of the room, crying with his back to them.

The crowd slowly approached, and the boy seemed to sense someone was around. He slowly turned his head, revealing a face that had been burned beyond recognition. His facial features were distorted and looked terrifying.

He burst into tears in front of everyone, his voice so sharp that it seemed to pierce the eardrums. Just when everyone was at a loss, the boy suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"This brat also likes to play hide-and-seek?" Chen Yifan kicked the charred table leg. "I hate hide-and-seek the most."

Zhou Hao stared at Chen Yifan's back. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew he had no good intentions. He took a half step forward, but was blocked by Shen Ran who stepped sideways behind him.

She hooked her fingertips around Chen Yifan's sleeves, her eyes still fixed on the corner where the child disappeared: "Could it be related to the mirror?"

She raised her hand and pointed at the half-focused mirror in the corner, where smoke and dust were swirling strangely.

Mu Yang's compass needle spun like crazy: "The yin energy in this place is as chaotic as a ball of glutinous rice..."

"Mirror?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and chopped the dagger on the mirror frame with a clang. "Just break it open and see for yourself." The moment the blade sank into the mirror, black blood suddenly seeped out of the entire mirror and flowed down along the blade.

Lin Xia's pupils suddenly shrank, and she grabbed his clothes and pulled them back: "Don't touch it! There's something wrong with that blood!"

Zhou Hao took the opportunity to squeeze closer, took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and slapped it on the mirror: "It's a resentful spirit attached! It must be suppressed with the Pure Yang Talisman!"

Before he finished speaking, the mirror suddenly exploded, and countless charred arms emerged from the broken glass, wrapping around Zhou Hao who was closest to him. He groaned and was dragged and staggered, and the switchblade in his sleeve fell to the ground with a click, rolling into a pool of blood, emitting white smoke.

"Oh shit!"

Chen Yifan swung his knife backhandedly to cut off the arm that was wrapped around Zhou Hao's neck. After rescuing him, he kicked him to a safe area, "The broken talisman paper in your bureau is not as useful as my knife."

Mu Yang detected a new crisis and quickly took out his palm thunder and hit the ceiling. The lime fell down, startling the densely packed charred figures on the beams, who were hanging upside down and grinning at them, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

Shen Ran suddenly pointed to the corner and screamed: "Look! That boy appears again!"

When everyone turned around, they saw the burnt boy standing by the windowsill. His melted eyelids slowly opened, and black blood flowed from his empty eye sockets. On the wall next to him, a line of bloody words slowly emerged.

It was clearly written: Officials and bandits are in cahoots with each other, committing all kinds of evil including murder and arson.

Chen Yifan gnashed his teeth and yelled at the burnt boy: "Who the hell are you?"

Mu Yang saw the words, turned his head and glanced at Chen Yifan, then touched his nose guiltily: "Hey! This is really strange, how did he know about our relationship?"

"Get lost, why are you telling such a joke at this time!" Chen Yifan shouted angrily, and rushed towards the burnt boy with a knife in hand, "I'm going to chop you to death, you little bastard!"

The rest of the people also showed their skills and worked together to deal with the black shadow on the ceiling. There is no need to say more about the strength of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau.

The group of younger brothers that Chen Yifan brought with him were also very good at fighting. Although they were not as good as the special forces, they had been killing and setting fires for years and had countless deaths on their shoulders. The murderous aura they carried made it impossible for these ghosts to get close to them easily.

Everyone worked together to kill the black shadows. Chen Yifan cursed because the moment he rushed towards the charred boy, the boy suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving Chen Yifan empty-handed again.

"Fuck you, you keep playing tricks on me. Can't you have some other tricks?"

Good ones don’t work, bad ones work.

A few seconds after Chen Yifan finished complaining, he changed his tactics decisively. Accompanied by a disgusting burnt smell, a group of guys who were neither ghosts nor humans emerged from the darkness.

Their bodies were on fire with flames roaring, and they were holding charred iron rods in their hands. As they walked, pieces of flesh fell off, revealing the charred bones underneath.

These things had hideous faces, malicious gleams in their eyes, and rushed straight towards the crowd.

Chen Yifan didn't have the word "coward" in his dictionary. He probably bought pirated books. Seeing this, he didn't consider whether he could do it as a mortal. He went forward without hesitation.