"For some reason?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Is it because of your son's death?"

"Huh?" Wu Shuyu was stunned, and then frowned, "You investigate me?"

"It's not about investigating you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ming Chuan shook his head, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, "I investigated the author of the pen name 'Shu Yusheng'. I don't think it's for nothing that the goblin is so partial to his books. ”

"Those books of mine are boring, and they shouldn't be remembered to the point where they don't even want to be reincarnated when they die. Wu Shuyu said self-deprecatingly.

"Indeed, I have read all the books you have written, they are all boring words that make people want to sleep after reading a few pages, except for academics, I'm afraid no one will like the books you wrote. In fact, Ming Chuan only read the excerpts on the web page, and did not read the content of the book carefully at all.

"Huh. Wu Shuyu laughed dryly twice, which can be regarded as admitting.

"Since it's not the content of the book that attracts the ghosts, then it should be something else related to the book, such as the author. Ming Chuan analyzed while smoking a cigarette, "With this in mind, I did a simple investigation of the authors of these books. But at the time, I didn't expect the author to be you. ”

"Do you suspect that I have done something bad to attract ghosts?" asked Wu Shuyu.

"It's not necessarily that you've done anything bad, sometimes even if you don't do anything, it will lead to inexplicable resentment. "After being exposed to these things a lot, Mingchuan has long found that some people's resentment has no reason at all.

Sometimes, maybe you just stand in the wrong position, or just show a smile that you shouldn't show, which will attract the hatred and resentment of others. This hatred came violently, and it also came inexplicably, which caught people off guard.

However, in Wu Shuyu's matter, he didn't think that the obsession and resentment of ghosts were inexplicable.

From the very beginning, when Wu Shuyu entrusted him to deal with this matter, he knew that this matter was mostly related to Wu Shuyu, and he also knew very well that Wu Shuyu himself also knew this.

Ming Chuan looked at the other party's eyes fixedly, trying to see some clues from his eyes.

Being stared at by Ming Chuan was a little overwhelmed, and Wu Shuyu's gaze appeared a little dodgy.

Ming Chuan knew that as long as he worked harder, this guy should be able to tell the secret hidden in his heart.

Just as he wanted to continue speaking, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound, which was low and deep, with strong penetrating power, and reverberated regularly in the air of the empty reading room.

Wu Shuyu was startled by this sound, his body shook suddenly, and he almost screamed, and when he turned his head, it turned out that the wall clock on the wall was telling the time.

Before you know it, it's nine o'clock at night.

Ming Chuan yawned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the person and ghost in front of him.

Wu Shuyu looked frightened, and Cheng Wenqu's face looked even more ugly.

Ming Chuan narrowed his eyes, turned his gaze to Cheng Wenqu's body, and said in a light tone: "I remember, you are only fifteen years old, right?"

"Hmm. Cheng Wenqu nodded.

"Still in junior high school?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Which school do you study?"

"S City No. 1 Middle School. Cheng Wenqu replied honestly.

Hearing his answer, Wu Shuyu was slightly stunned.

"Oh, No. 1 Middle School, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Wu, your son-in-law is in this middle school, right?" Ming Chuan was a little surprised as if he had heard it for the first time.

"Yes. Wu Shuyu frowned and nodded, "Xiao Feng, when he passed away two years ago, he was just in his first year of junior high school. ”

To this day, he can still clearly remember the excitement of Xiaofeng when he was just admitted to middle school, and after a few days of class, he happily ran to himself and told himself about all kinds of things that happened in school and the new friends he had made.

Now that he thinks about it, these little things constitute fragments of memories, and they have become the most beautiful things in his memory.

Ming Chuan's casual voice sounded again: "So, your son and Cheng Wenqu are the same age, are they in the same middle school, and they are the same age, maybe the two of them will be classmates." ”

"Huh?" Wu Shuyu obviously considered this problem for the first time, and turned his head in surprise and looked at Cheng Wenqu beside him.

"Are you and his son Wu Feng classmates?" Ming Chuan stared at Cheng Wenqu and asked lightly.

Cheng Wenqu looked at Wu Shuyu, then at Ming Chuan, pursed his lips and was reluctant to speak.

"The ghouls that often appear here at night have been devoured by Shadow Lan, what are you still afraid of?" Ming Chuan stared at Cheng Wenqu and asked lightly, "You can already rest assured that that ghoul will not appear again." ”

"I ......" Cheng Wenqu bit his lower lip, still unwilling to answer.

"You've seen ghouls devouring ghosts. Ming Chuan drooped his eyelids, his voice was a little weak, and he didn't seem to be firm at all.

"Hmm. After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Wenqu nodded slightly, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it at all.

"Because the ghosts who come here usually have their wishes fulfilled easily, they come and go quickly, and Mr. Wu won't notice if there is one less ghost, but you know very well that the reason why the ghost disappeared was not because it left on its own initiative, but because it was swallowed alive by a very terrible thing, so you will always be so afraid. Ming Chuan said lightly.

After a slight pause, Ming Chuan continued: "You secretly told Mr. Wu about the ghouls, but the most critical thing is that you didn't say anything, so you let him have a misunderstanding. ”

"What's the most critical place?" Wu Shuyu couldn't help but ask.

"It's that the ghoul is not the goblin who destroys the books at all, and there are other people who come to destroy the books every night. Ming Chuan's gaze swept over Wu Shuyu and Cheng Wenqu's bodies, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his gaze fixed on Cheng Wenqu's body, "Of course, it is also possible that Mr. Wu, who found that the books were damaged, found you and wanted to ask you if you had any clues about the prisoner, so you pushed these things to the ghoul along the water." ”

"I'm ......" Cheng Wenqu's mouth opened, but he didn't say anything.

"What the hell is going on?" Wu Shuyu was a little confused.

"That's it. Ming Chuan said with a smile, "Every night, the messy ghost who destroys the books you wrote is him." After speaking, Ming Chuan stretched out his right hand and made a few strokes on Cheng Wenqu's body with his index and middle fingers holding a cigarette.

Wu Shuyu was stunned, he didn't expect it to be such a development at all, and he couldn't believe what Ming Chuan said.