Minors are not allowed to enter

Chapter 3

As soon as Xie Ran got angry, clusters of small flames appeared in his hair. His fire was called "Ghost Seeing Sorrow". The boy who couldn't move after being frightened was a bit transparent, for fear of being affected, and that The black mist swirled around Xie Ran like a fish in water, rubbing off a lot of heat from the skin-to-skin contact, but it didn't get burned by the flames.

Xie Ran grows up so big, when has he met such a "hooligan" who doesn't follow the rules, his lips are tightly pursed into a line, and the flames in his hair rise three feet high, seeing that he is very angry——

dong dong dong.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the imminent battle.

Xie Ran suddenly came back to his senses, put away the fire that almost occupied half of the room, smashed the black mist against the wall fiercely, lifted his long legs and stepped out from beside the male ghost.

The neglected black mist seemed to be vaguely smiling at his back.

"You must be talking about Xiao Xie. Let me tell you, there is no young man with a better heart than Xiao Xie on this street—"

Before the door was fully opened, Xie Ran had already heard old man Zhang's bragging, and was a little helpless at that time: "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about?"

People like to brag when they get old, especially Zhang Bo likes to sell him as his son, as if he is afraid that he will not get married. In the last month alone, he boasted about Xie Ran to the parents of students who came to buy things [-] times, an average of once a day.

Xie Ran thought he would be forced to go on a blind date today, but when he raised his eyes, he found Uncle Zhang and the haggard middle-aged woman at the door.

They were standing and talking, and the woman had two more bags in her hand than before, and it seemed that she came here specially.

Old man Zhang said with a smile: "Xiao Xie, this elder sister said that she wants to thank the young man who helped her just now, it should be you?"

The woman smiled awkwardly at him.

"It's you, Auntie." Xie Ran nodded, "Come in?"

Hearing this, the woman showed a surprised smile: "Hey, hey! Good!"

Old man Zhang was overjoyed at the accuracy of his guess, and praised Xie Ran several times.

Xie Ran had no choice but to thank, and quickly welcomed the middle-aged woman in.

The studio was small, and the woman didn't know anything about the two ghosts in the room, and even accidentally passed through her son's arm when entering the door.

When people and ghosts touched each other, the woman shivered at that moment, feeling that the room seemed a little cold.

Xie Ranxu helped her, led her to the only table, poured her a glass of water, and sat opposite her: "Drink some water, auntie. I didn't help you much, why did you say thank you?" ?”

"Actually, it's an apology. Did I...bring you trouble just now? I'm sorry." The woman held the water glass, looked at Xie Ran hesitantly with her cloudy eyes, her ten fingers wriggled uneasily on the wall of the glass, "As soon as I saw you Ah, I thought of my son, I was thinking, to apologize to you, maybe, if my son encounters any trouble outside, he can turn the bad luck into good luck... This glutinous rice cake and chili oil are made at home, I brought it here for you to taste, the conditions at home are not good, and there is not much to sell, please don’t dislike it.”

Xie Ran wanted to refuse, but when he heard the word "chili oil", a light flashed in his beautiful eyes.

He paused, and the words turned into: "I don't dislike it—thank you."

The woman smiled happily, as if seeing someone else through him.

Her brows were stretched, and that sallow face looked a bit younger, Xie Ran's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that the mother of a senior high school student should not be so old.

This family seems to have many stories.

"Auntie," Xie Ran hesitated slightly, his cold eyes fell on the boy kneeling on the ground, "Can you tell me the story of your son?"

"I'm afraid you don't like to hear it..." The woman brushed her hair on the sideburns.

"It's okay, there's no business today anyway." Xie Ran said.

His tone was clearly very cold, but for some reason, it made the woman feel at ease. Maybe it was because the depression in her heart had been held in for too long, or maybe it was because the boy in front of her was somewhat similar to her son, so the woman let go of her guard for a while. He spoke slowly.

Her name is Gan Qiuli. She divorced her husband in her early years and took care of her children alone.The cost of raising children is high, and her income has not been stable since she was unemployed in middle age, so her financial situation is difficult.

Fortunately, her son Cheng Cheng's grades were not bad, which gave this poor woman a lot of comfort. If there were no accidents this year, he would be able to get into a school of politics and law.

"Is the grade stable?"

The main thing Xie Ran couldn't figure out was the time. Gan Qiuli said that it wasn't long before his son was lost, but Cheng Cheng said that it might be a year since his death.

"The grades in the three-model period were quite stable, and the head teacher said he was fine." Gan Qiuli smiled, "Should be fine this time, right? I actually didn't tell him that I saved 2000 yuan... When he was three years old, he mentioned that he wanted to go on a trip. At that time, he really couldn't afford the money, so I didn't agree. After following me for these years, this kid has suffered a lot. Finally, the third year of high school is over. I think this time, no matter what. Let him go out and play."

Xie Ran glanced at Cheng Cheng's dead soul, and as expected, he saw a complex expression on his face.

But from what it sounds like, Gan Qiuli doesn't seem to know that her son's college entrance examination results have come out.

Xie Ran was about to ask again, when something cold was stuck on his back suddenly, and then that nice male voice fell into his ear: "Her anger is so weak, worse than that old man next door to you."

Xie Ran froze, but the woman was still sitting opposite him, and he couldn't even forcibly remove the black mist at this moment.

This old ghost who pushes forward... Xie Ran ground his teeth.

Zhang Bo next door is over 60 this year, and this woman is theoretically only in her 40s, which is indeed not normal.

Xie Ran is not a ghost, so he can't intuitively feel whether a person is full of anger, but from the first time he saw her, he could tell that her complexion was unbelievably bad.

Passers-by almost avoided her when they saw her appearance.

Xie Ran: "They are all adults, it is unlikely to be abducted, have you reported it?"

"I reported the case, but the police refused to accept it, saying that such a big person would not be lost." Speaking of this, the woman who was smiling a second ago suddenly looked mournful, "They won't let me find my son, woo... Maybe it's them The one who took my son away! One or two persuaded me to divorce and not want my son, but how could I watch him being taken away by his father? It must be, it must be like this. The door won't let me in?"

Xie Ran frowned.

"Weak, delirious, very serious."

The sound of the black mist blew on Xie Ran's ears, making his goosebumps spread all the way from his neck down to his waist.

He couldn't take it anymore, and he quietly stuck his right hand behind his back, trying to tear off the black mist.

Hei Wu's tone was full of interest and a smile: "This pair of mother and son, one is clearly alive but weakly angry, and the other is dead before the end of life. It's really interesting. I want to visit their house. Are you interested?"

Xie Ran gave him a sideways glance.

"Well, don't you want to go? It's okay, Xiao Que'er should be kept at home." Hei Wu smiled and left Xie Ran's body, and shouted at the dazed Cheng Cheng, "Hey, brat, I'm going Take a look at your house and lead the way."

When he heard the word "Little Queer", Xie Ran's always dull pupils shrank suddenly.

Only then did Cheng Cheng come back to his senses, and shouted at the black mist, "Why should I?"

"You don't want to know who killed you?"

"..."

The blue flames bound Cheng Cheng seemed to have no deterrent effect in Hei Wu's hands. Hei Wu laughed at Cheng Cheng's drastically changed face, and then lifted the terrified brat from the ground: "Want to know?" , then lead the way."

"Hey you--!"

Seeing the misty ghost floating towards the outside of the store without any hindrance, Xie Ran stood up from his chair suddenly.

Halfway through crying, the woman choked in her throat and looked at him in panic: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." She was sitting here, Xie Ran was inconvenient to chase her out, so she had to throw a cluster of small flames out to be a spy, and sat back by herself, "Auntie, don't cry, the police may not accept it for other reasons Think about it carefully, when did Cheng Cheng lose it, and did anything happen before?"

He really couldn't say "Your son may be dead" to that haggard face, so he could only insinuate, hoping that she would remember by herself.

Maybe I can think of clues about getting less angry.