Chapter 942 - : The Detective Who Could See Ghosts (22)

Chapter 942: The Detective Who Could See Ghosts (22)
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations

He said… that Old Skin fed it with a lot of ghosts, and it absorbed those ghosts’ power, then it became strong and could harm humans.

It was feeding on its own kind and gaining strength.

Can you do harm to humans?
Ming Shu asked Little Ghost.
She had given the infant spirit a beating before, and given that the infant spirit and the little ghost were the same kind, the latter was able to handle the former easily.
Little Ghost thought for a while.
I never tried.

He used to frighten Qian Sui, but hadn’t done any substantial behaviors.

Come, have a try, see if you can strangle him.
Ming Shu pointed to Gu Zhi without hesitation.
Gu Zhi:
…

What have I done to provoke you!

Why strangle me!

Little Ghost stared at Ming Shu, thinking about how he had been treated here recently as well as the infant spirit’s sad tears.
He floated to Gu Zhi.
Gu Zhi looked aside at Ming Shu.
Little Ghost reached out his hands…
Gu Zhi suddenly turned his head. Little Ghost met with Gu Zhi’s inky eyes and had a bad feeling all of a sudden.
There seemed to be a substantial weight on him that made him scared to go any further.
However, Gu Zhi’s eyes turned puzzled as if he couldn’t see him.

Wife…
Gu Zhi leaned over to Ming Shu.
She was actually telling the boytoy ghost to strangle me!

Why didn’t she make him strangle her!

Fk…

Ming Shu pressed Gu Zhi’s head against her own shoulder, blocking his view, then raised her chin toward Little Ghost, signaling him to do it now.
Little Ghost:
…

This man was scary!
For a moment just now, Little Ghost felt like he could see him.
Also…
He seemed to have given him a horrible warning.
Wuuuuu…

I can’t offend both of these two. 

Ming Shu smiled brighter.
Hurry!

Little Ghost gritted his teeth and floated over, reaching toward Gu Zhi’s arm.
His hands crossed through Gu Zhi’s arm and touched nothing.
Little Ghost then stepped back to the infant spirit’s side immediately.
Even though Little Ghost didn’t seem to be more powerful than the infant spirit, their power ought to be at a similar level, yet Little Ghost couldn’t touch a human.
Then why could the infant spirit harm people? Was it because he ate his own kind?
Ming Shu pondered while holding Gu Zhi in her arms. She put one hand on his shoulder and the other on top of his head, touching it from time to time.
Gu Zhi was only one step away from becoming a purring cat.
Little Ghost didn’t have the heart to watch the scene. These two were just being shameless in broad daylight!
After a long while, Ming Shu released Gu Zhi, and the latter’s body tilted to fall. Ming Shu hurriedly caught him again.
The man closed his eyes tight and breathed gently.
He actually fell asleep?
Ming Shu’s mouth twitched. She looked around but there was no place in the office to sleep.
Maybe I should just throw him out. 

…
When Gu Zhi woke up, the faint light outside the window streamed in and blurred everything around him.
The day was over?
Gu Zhi raised his head. The girl’s face was lit by the phone screen, shifting between light and dark constantly.

Wife…
Gu Zhi called.
The light dimmed.
Then a warm kiss fell on his lips.

Wu…

Gu Zhi’s recently cleared brain fell into a mess again, and he couldn’t think.

Do you know how long I’ve been standing? Remove your hand!

Gu Zhi was still recovering from the sweet kiss when Ming Shu’s gloomy voice sounded.
Then his entire person was pushed aside. He heard footsteps moving toward the door.
Gu Zhi leaned in the chair, in a daze for almost half a day, then reached out to touch his own lips. Was he in a dream just now?
It seemed his wife had kissed him.
Gu Zhi then heard the door being opened and the footsteps moving away without any hesitation.
He got up quickly and saw the little ghost squatting in the corner. Ming Shu had left, so Gu Zhi turned his steps and walked to Little Ghost.
Little Ghost:
…
 What… what do you want to do!

Gu Zhi looked down upon Little Ghost and flexed his wrist.
You dared to strangle me, heh heh. 

…

Is this the place?

Ming Shu grabbed the infant spirit and stood outside a community with bread in her other hand, nibbling on it.
The infant spirit nodded in babbling.

Lead the way.

The infant spirit dared not rebel against Ming Shu. Earlier when she couldn’t move a lot because Gu Zhi leaned on her, the infant spirit tried to escape but was caught by her very easily.
She was even more ferocious than that Old Skin.
Wu wu wu.

I am still a baby. 

I didn’t want to do bad things. 

That Old Skin forced me to do it. 


Stop crying, you creepy little thing.


Yiya yiya…
 No one can hear me! Wu wu wu.

The infant spirit didn’t take Ming Shu to the community’s residence; instead, he took her around the unit building and to the back door.
The infant spirit pointed to a door not far away.

Yih…
 It’s right here.

Ming Shu looked over there. The rusty door stood in the darkness, and there was no light.
Ming Shu threw away the bread packaging bag in her hand and walked to the door.
Before she could get near, the door was opened from inside.
A dark shadow flashed out from behind the door.
It quickly jumped into the green belt nearby and rushed to the community’s wall.
Ming Shu stooped to pick up some stones from the ground, weighing them, then threw them toward the shadow.
The dark shadow heard the sound of something piercing through the air and moved sideways to avoid it.
The stones hit the brush on one side and made a light noise.
But to the dark shadow’s surprise, a few more stones followed the first; he could avoid one stone at a time, but couldn’t avoid so many of them at the same time.
One of the stones hit him in the shin, causing the dark shadow to spring forward and roll a few times on the ground.
The infant spirit’s black, wrinkled face appeared in front of his eyes.
The dark shadow was startled and about to raise his head, but a sudden weight fell upon him and his entire person was pressed down against the floor.

Don’t run away, chasing wastes my snacks.

The girl’s clear, light voice sounded from overhead.
The dark shadow remained silent and lifted his hand. In a strong wind, several ghosts appeared out of thin air and rushed at Ming Shu with threatening postures.
These ghosts were more powerful than Yao Ying’s ghosts.
While Ming Shu was trying to handle the ghosts, the dark shadow took the opportunity to climb up quickly and began to run.
Ming Shu broke off a branch from the flower bed as her weapon and shook it casually. The branches and leaves were broken, falling profusely and disorderly.
Then the ghosts’ shrieks which almost froze the dark shadow’s blood. He sped up.
The community’s wall was right in front of him. He jumped up and grabbed the edge of it.
Just then, however, a strange object fell from the wall.
A small ball of something.
He didn’t know what it was.
Its color seemed odd as he glanced at it in a flash.
Instinctively, he put his hand in front of him and blocked it.
The thing fell to his arm, and kacha
, his entire person fell and smashed into the flower bed below. A miserable screech.
Fast and sharp.
His cries spread out in the darkness and caused blood to freeze.
Little Beastie shook its colorful fur.
My poop-picker is getting weaker. She can’t even handle such a weak enemy. 

Poop-picker, I want a reward!

There has to be a reward!

I want a complete Manchu-Han banquet! 

Ming Shu shuffled over slowly and bent down to scoop up Little Beastie in her arms, then looked down at the dark shadow wailing in the flower bed.
Ming Shu poked Little Beastie, but the latter grunted.
Ming Shu poked it again, then Little Beastie lit itself up reluctantly.
In the flower bed was a skinny, messy man in a cleaner’s coat.
He looked a little old, and the flexible movements just now were totally out of character with his age.
Is this the Old Skin who drove the infant spirit to kill the mayor’s son and wife? 

He doesn’t look like his name,
 Ming Shu thought.