Gray, winter evening.

When the sun went down, the afterglow was not warm enough to reflect the sunset, so the sky was left gray.

Counting today, Chen Hao hasn't washed her hair for almost a week, but she doesn't care about these at all.

Standing on the side of the road at the back door of the hospital, a vehicle passed by and honked its horn, and the pedestrians on the side were startled and scolded the driver angrily, and the driver glared at the unkempt woman in front of the car viciously, and cursed in his mouth.

She stood still, carrying her purse, which contained the money left over after paying the bills, as well as her mother's death certificate.

He carried a pile of pots, cups, chopsticks and plates, leftover biscuits, instant noodles, a few clothes and a few apples that were about to go bad.

He stood dumbfounded, unable to remember how he had come to this place, or what he had just done.

Dizzy, he looked up at the street lights lit up not far away like a blurry patch of color, and slowly raised his steps and walked towards the way home.

The people in front walked slowly step by step, and the people behind followed slowly step by step.

Just like on a full moon night, he accompanies her footsteps and accompanies her home.

It's just that this time Meng Yi did not hide his figure, but mixed in the crowd and followed step by step.

Staying in the hospital for a whole month, her description is not just thin, but also numbly walking as if she has lost her soul.

Yin Cha has been doing it for so many years, and I have seen thousands of dead souls, and I have seen so many relatives of the dead.

He didn't know how to comfort her. He was not good at talking, let alone facing her.

The hospital was not far away, and when I crossed the avenue and turned the corner, I came to the alley, and the street lights were on.

She walked, not caring whether it was dawn or darkness at this time, and just walked quietly.

Downstairs at home, Chen Hao stopped, stood in a daze, and stood for a long time.

Meng Yi stood not far behind her, watching, how many times he wanted to step forward but shrank back at the moment of stepping.

There was a huge garbage bin downstairs, and she walked over to it, lifted the contents in her hand, and threw it into it with the last of her strength.

After a burst of cracking and bursting, the night fell into silence again.

With heavy steps, she went into the hallway, and he followed, and when she entered the room, he remained in the darkness.

In the cold night, upstairs, and in the house, there was a low whimper, a soft cry.

He leaned against the old staircase, his head hanging so that no one could see the pained look on his face.

At this time, a touch of wind swept quietly, without temperature, without bringing dust.

An invisible wind that does not belong to the world.

“546？！！”

Meng Yi suddenly felt something wrong, and before he could react, he was slapped heavily on the back by the 'person'.

The building is an old-fashioned tube building, with one ladder and two households, and the door is open. Meng Yi leaned on the stairs, so his back was naturally a low staircase. As soon as he turned around in astonishment, he looked at the person who patted him, and he was immediately stunned.

“9527 ...！！！”

The other party's appearance, well, how to say it, in Meng Yi's eyes, is like this: small eyes, high nose bridge, square mouth, wide jaws, and bristles like wild boars on the roots. It's not good-looking!

However, the face in Meng Yi's eyes is not visible to others.

Because, the yin difference in the world uses the same shape, and only the yin difference can see its real appearance before his death or the original one.

The people on the side, whether they were secret clans, duty-bearers or revenants, including Fusu, all they saw was just an appearance.

Twenty years ago, Fusu first met Meng Yi in the He family's courtyard, and he was still in the shadows at that time, so Fusu didn't recognize him. This made the two have no intention of fighting, and only then did they have the opportunity for Meng Yi to struggle and be imprisoned and the original soul to awaken.

But apparently the truth of this matter is not very popular among the shadows, and no one cares what happens to the number 546.

"You, why are you here?" Suddenly meeting the original 'colleague', Meng Yi was not half happy, but looked stunned.

There is no emotion in the shadow, and it is very normal for everyone to do their own work without dialogue.

Only occasionally will emergencies call for backup, such as this Yin cha with a pig's bristle number 9527, who was injured by an evil spirit and called for first aid.

At that time, it happened that Meng Yi was the closest, so he was given priority to send a helper.

After that, the two got closer, and they were the closest of all the 'colleagues'.

"It seems that it has been so bad for many years. The bristles said in a calm tone, "As a yin errand, I naturally came to cross the soul." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Meng Yi nodded like pounding garlic, and suddenly felt ashamed of losing his old job. Be all abroad.

"What about you?" the bristles floated leisurely down the stairs, standing directly opposite Meng Yi, "546, were you crying just now?"

The voice was still wooden, but there was a clear curiosity in his tone.

That's not what it should be!

As the duty of the soul of the dead in the world, Yin Cha not only has feelings, but also no memory and curiosity.

Otherwise, if you encounter the soul of a loved one, you will let it go if you can't say it well, or if you meet an enemy before you live, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not destroy the soul of the other party.

But at this point the bristles were clearly showing some strange doubts, which had never been the case before.

But Meng Yi didn't bother to think about this, "Who, who is crying? ”

He jumped up from the stairs with his bristles, flew down the bend of the corridor, and instantly arrived under the street lamp outside the building.

"I have a name, Meng Yi. When he said this, there was an inexplicable sense of pride.

Bristle looked at him earnestly, with a distinctly envious expression.

"Meng, Yi," the bristle cried jerkyly, "good name." ”

Meng Yi will react at this time: "Whose soul are you here to cross?"

"Oh, this" Pig bristle had a pile of paper in his hand at some point, took out one of them and handed it over, Meng Yi glanced at it and thought that it was the same as he guessed.

"The hour is almost up. I'll do my errands first, and you'll wait here for me. The bristle put away the note and said to Meng Yi.

Meng Yi looked up at the room where the lights were still on, nodded, and the bristles floated away.

Meng Yi leaned against the corner of the wall next to the street lamp, sighing wordlessly. As a result, it didn't take long for him to feel sorry for himself, and the bristles floated back.

"546, no, Meng, something happened. ”

"What's wrong?" Meng Yi chuckled in his heart, "What's wrong?"

"The soul of the dead is gone, the time and place are right, but the soul is gone. ”

"Ah?!" was startled at first, but soon Meng Yi thought that this was not something that had never happened.

Although it is not a common thing for the ghost to not appear at the approved time and place, it is still within the scope of the Yin Error to deal with itself.

"It stands to reason that the souls of the dead will arrive at the appointed hour, and if they are not at this time, they must have encountered something on the way back. Find!"

Just look for it, after all, Meng Yi has thousands of years of work experience, and he is an old man.

arranged for the bristles to be found along the way from the tube building to the hospital, while he hurried towards the flower shop.

The souls of the dead are chaotic and unconscious at the beginning, and they are most likely to find familiar living places and frequented places before their deaths.

The night lights are bright, and two winds that do not belong to the world sweep across the road.