Demon husband's exorcism

Yang Ying parked the car outside a popular restaurant.

It was the peak meal time, and the number had already been queued for an hour later.

Therefore, when the male and female guests, whose age and appearance were obviously inappropriate, appeared in the restaurant, although they attracted a little attention, most people were more concerned about how many numbers they had in front of them.

"My boss and I are friends, and we made an appointment in advance."

Yang Ying spoke quite proudly, and led Zong Wangchuan to the table of the Eight Immortals hidden behind the screen, which was obviously specially reserved.

There were already three cold dishes on the table.

Yang Ying put down the rose and made a "please" gesture to Zong Wangchuan.

"I ordered the most time-consuming popular dish here, and it took 10 minutes for it to be served."

She checked the time and said, "I think two or ten minutes is enough time for us to get everything clear."

"If Ms. Yang is willing to tell the truth, five minutes is enough."

Zong Wangchuan picked up a chopstick of celery and said, "I really don't like eating celery, but celery is good for health."

"Then eat more."

Yang Ying stared straight at Zong Wangchuan, watched him put the celery in his mouth and swallowed it, and then asked nervously, "What did my husband hire you to investigate! Could it be that he suspects that I am having an affair?"

"Mr. Kang never doubted Ms. Yang's loyalty," Zong Wangchuan ate another chopstick of celery, "He hired me to investigate your ex-husband Long Aolin."

"Longaolin?!"

Yang Ying was very surprised: "What disgusting thing did that dead ghost do?"

"This one……"

Zong Wangchuan put down his chopsticks, took out his cigarette and lighter, and said, "Smoking should be allowed here, right? I didn't see a no-smoking sign when I came in."

"casual."

Yang Ying's heart was attracted by Zong Wangchuan's half of the information, and she even forgot the habit of not liking the smell of cigarettes.

Zong Wangchuan lit a cigarette, took a long puff, exhaled the smoke ring, and said, "Ms. Yang, before I tell you what your husband asked me to investigate, I want to tell you a terrible secret—your dead ghost husband Turned into a real ghost earlier today."

"What! What are you talking about! Long Aolin..."

Yang Ying was so shocked that her chopsticks fell off.

"died."

Zong Wangchuan repeated it kindly.

"Really dead? Are you sure? How did he die? Was it a car accident or someone—"

Yang Ying asked again and again.

Apparently, the death of her ex-husband Long Aolin shocked her more than her current husband asked a private detective to investigate her ex-husband.

"To be dead is to be dead. Sudden madness, sudden suicide. By the way, before he died, he entrusted me to send a bouquet of lilies to Xiaoling."

Speaking of this, Zong Wangchuan picked up a cigarette and looked at Yang Ying with a half-smile.

"lily……"

Yang Ying thought of the bouquet of lilies of unknown origin in Kang Ailing's ward.

She looked at Zong Wangchuan in horror: "Why did he commit suicide! Why did he ask you to bring Xiaoling a bouquet of flowers before he died? What did you talk about? Wait a minute, aren't you the private detective Kang Shengjia hired to investigate him? Why? again……"

"I'm just a private detective. I will work for whoever gives me money."

Zong Wangchuan flicked the cigarette ash, but Yang Ying's elegant and personable movements made Yang Ying feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and then suddenly realized.

"money?"

she repeated in a low voice.

Zong Wangchuan nodded and said, "Yes, money."

A light flashed in Yang Ying's eyes, and she said, "Tell me, how much my husband gave you! I will pay double!"

"Ms. Yang, I have professional ethics—"

"Don't pretend to be noble in front of me, isn't it just adding money!"

Yang Ying interrupted Zong Wangchuan and said, "Tell me, how much will it cost you to tell the reason why my husband entrusted you to investigate my ex-husband!"

"Ms. Yang is really a cheerful person."

Zong Wangchuan showed a wicked smile.

After pressing out the cigarette, he raised a finger: "This number."

"Ten thousand?"

"One hundred thousand."

Hearing this, Yang Ying's complexion changed, but she quickly suppressed her discomfort and said, "One hundred thousand is a bit expensive, and I'm afraid your information isn't worth the price."

"This question..."

Zong Wangchuan lit another cigarette, puffed out the cloud, and said slowly: "Business is always sold only when there is a purchase. Since you think this information is not worth a hundred thousand, but I think it must be a hundred thousand. Then we can only..."

He checked the time and said, "In five minutes, the main course will be served."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, it's a statement of fact."

Although he is a man, Zong Wangchuan's smile at this time is indeed very suitable for the adjective bright.

Yang Ying ran through her hair irritably.

Zong Wangchuan continued to smoke unhurriedly.

The two froze for about 3 minutes, and Yang Ying finally made a decision.

"One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, give me the account number! I will transfer it to you now!"

"Thank you."

Zong Wangchuan took out his mobile phone and accepted Yang Ying's transfer.

When pressing the password, Yang Ying's hands were visibly shaking.

When she showed Zong Wangchuan the interface of successful transfer, she hated it even more.

"Mr. Detective, you are so mercenary, sooner or later there will be retribution!"

"Whether I will have retribution in the future, that is something in the future, no one can say for sure. But Ms. Yang, if you don't spit out 10 yuan today, there will be a disaster that cannot be escaped."

Zong Wangchuan turned around, took the main course from the waiter, took a bite, and said slowly: "Your husband asked me to investigate your ex-husband, because your ex-husband threatened him and asked him to lend you money within a month. Otherwise, his secret will be announced to the public, and his reputation will be ruined."

"I already knew about the dead ghost asking Shengjia for money," Yang Ying said unnaturally, "You actually used what I knew to blackmail me for 10 yuan! You really—"

Zong Wangchuan smiled and said:

"Ms. Yang, how much do you know about your house being haunted?"

"What did you say!"

Yang Ying's expression became flustered again.

Zong Wangchuan said: "Mr. Kang suspects that the haunting has something to do with your ex-husband, so let me investigate your ex-husband."

"This……"

"I went to the Happiness Flower Shop to talk to him. Mr. Long admitted to threatening Mr. Kang, but he refused to admit that he had anything to do with being haunted. Besides, he also said something about your daughter Kang Ailing in front of me. .”

Speaking of which.Zong Wangchuan took another puff of cigarette.

The deliberate pause made Yang Ying extremely uncomfortable.

She picked up two chopsticks of food stiffly, and said while eating: "What did the dead ghost say in front of you? Did it mean that Xiaoling and Shengjia had such a good relationship that it made his biological father feel uncomfortable? And hinted that Xiaoling and Shengjia Shengjia has more relationship than stepdaughter and stepfather?"

"This is..."

Zong Wangchuan smiled mysteriously again.

His smile made Yang Ying's teeth itch with hatred, and she lowered her voice and threatened, "I paid you 10 yuan, and you must answer me truthfully."

"I am answering you truthfully."

Zong Wangchuan raised his head and looked outside the screen.

In the restaurant where people come and go, a pair of dark red devil eyes are shining brightly.

Yang Ying didn't know that Xiao Ming was also nearby. Seeing Zong Wangchuan deliberately changing the subject, she became furious with anxiety.

"Mr. Detective..."

Because she had a ghost in her heart, she could only talk to Zong Wangchuan as nicely as possible, hoping that he would have basic professional ethics.

After going through this series of trials, Zong Wangchuan also confirmed a cruel fact.

He looked into Yang Ying's eyes and said, "Ms. Yang, just after your ex-husband's lilies were delivered to your daughter's ward, Dr. Zhang committed suicide by jumping off the building immediately. Don't you think there is a certain connection between these two things?"

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods...it's just a coincidence..."

Yang Ying held on and said firmly.

"But don't forget, your ex-husband died strangely shortly after sending the lilies, plus the rumors of the Kang family being haunted, your ex-husband's threatening remarks a month ago..."

"enough!"

Yang Ying couldn't take it anymore, she patted the table and stood up.

Zong Wangchuan looked straight at her and said, "Have you become angry from embarrassment?"

"No, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore!"

Yang Ying walked out of the screen angrily, and before leaving, she said to Zong Wangchuan: "Eat slowly, I'll pay the bill!"

"Thank you."

Zong Wangchuan smiled gracefully, enjoying the food leisurely.

He knew that Yang Ying would leave after paying the bill and would not come back.

"You can earn [-] by just playing lip service. A woman with a secret is really—"

Looking at the transfer information, Zong Wangchuan smiled.

Just as he was enjoying the fruits of success, a figure suddenly appeared across from him.

Xiao Ming picked up the popular delicacy that was said to be ordered a week in advance, tasted it, and said with disgust: "You can even eat this kind of garbage."

"Because I was busy negotiating business with Ms. Yang, I didn't pay attention to the taste of the food at all."

Zong Wangchuan put down his chopsticks.

Seeing that he was not interested in popular delicacies, Xiao Ming suddenly felt better and said, "Did you find anything?"

Zong Wangchuan smiled slightly and said, "I found out that Yang Ying is a liar."

"What do you mean?"

"When I went to Kang's house for an exorcism in the morning, the nanny told me clearly that Yang Ying didn't like the smell of cigarettes and that smoking was strictly prohibited at home. But just now, I smoked three cigarettes in front of her, but she didn't say anything, even Not even an expression of dissatisfaction was shown."

"Maybe she's just good at controlling her expressions, and she has a strong dissatisfaction with your smoking, but she doesn't express it. Besides—"

Xiao Ming looked at Zong Wangchuan, and teased, "You look so good smoking, how many people are willing to interrupt?"

"No, she was distracted by more important things and forgot to put the 'hate cigarettes' sticker on her face."