That night, Fang Yi had a dream that he was back on the bus, and the ghost child and a group of charred ghosts were standing in front of him, including the fake drunk named Zhao Hongyi, who was killed by Xiong Dazhi and Li Jin.

"Brother, thank you......"

The ghost child looked at him, and his immature childlike voice sounded in the air.

"When Yu Yi was a child, he could open his eyes to the sun, see the details, and see the small things......"

In the sound of endorsements, the scene of a bunch of ghosts standing in the bus gets farther and farther away, farther and farther away, and finally disappears into the darkness.

"You're welcome......" In his sleep, Fang Yi's face suddenly flashed with a satisfied smile.

Helping others.

I can't imagine that helping ghosts can be fun.

……

As soon as the morning dawned, Fang Yi immediately sent a clone to drive to Beishan Village, Louta Town, to do tasks, and the main body took a taxi to school.

"Damn, the price of oil has risen again, and it's almost eight yuan."

After adding two hundred yuan of gas, looking at the few pitiful numbers left in Alipay, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

There are less than five hundred dollars left, and I am going to die poor.

What to do.

After passing this hurdle first, he immediately made up his mind, and when he completed this task, he went to the church to cheat and eat and drink.

Outside Kitayama Village.

It is still a familiar appearance, surrounded by mountains, and there is a winding mountain road in the distance, it is already eight o'clock in the morning, the morning fog has long since dissipated, but the mountains are still hidden in the clouds and mist, and the true face is not seen.

This scene can be painted.

Fang Yi sat in the car and asked, "Xiaohong." The camera can capture ghosts when it's inside the ghost apartment, but it can't shoot outside, so can you shoot ghosts? ”

Xiaohong: "This intelligence also belongs to the underworld, of course you can shoot it." ”

"Okay, then you connect my mobile phone and help me record a video, and I want to do a live broadcast."

As he spoke, Fang Yi took out his mobile phone, picked the "Yellow Eel Live" APP with the most downloads, downloaded it and registered an account.

"It's really troublesome to upload the front and back of your ID card."

He took out the ID photo from his mobile phone and uploaded it, and a prompt came a few minutes later: "Approved!" Congratulations, you have officially become a streamer on this platform, and now please start your live streaming journey! ”

Fang turned on the camera to debug, and in Xiaohong's third person, he saw himself sitting in the driver's seat.

Xiaohong: "The live broadcast software also has filters and beautification functions, do you need to add them?" ”

Fang Yi didn't hesitate: "No." I'm a big man, I don't want to see that thing. That's it. ”

He didn't add a filter and didn't shrink his face, he was so handsome, there was no need to toss his face anymore, he was like a snake spirit, and when the time came, fans asked him to go out to see if he judged the two of them with the idol with delicate skin and delicate face under the camera, it would be a human tragedy of "the cannon he made an appointment, and he had to finish crying".

He drove around the village, then went to the town for lunch, and then went to the Internet café to play parachuting to find someone.

Time flies when he starts the game, and he has the deity to do the main thing, and he really has nothing to do.

As for the deity, he is now in class, enjoying the envious, jealous, and hateful gaze of the crowd.

The gaze of envy and worship mostly comes from women, and the gaze of envy and hatred mostly comes from men.

"Classmate Fang Yi, why are you so powerful?"

"I read on the news that you still want to be on the 'Lao Wu Statement', is it true?"

"Today, I also saw a photo of you from a primary school classmate in the circle of friends. You're so hot right now. ”

"Yes, my friend knows that I am your classmate, and I asked me if I want your WeChat ID."

"Speaking of WeChat, can you add my WeChat, I didn't add you before."

"Detective Fang Yi, I really didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"It's such an honor to be in the same class as a celebrity. This graduate school trip was not in vain. ”

"Classmate Fang Yi, can you give me a sign of yours."

"I want an autograph too!"

"I want it too, classmate Fang, you sign me a few more, and if you can't get along in the future, you will make a living by selling your signature."

……

A bunch of girls chattered around Fang Yi, breathing in the charming fragrance of so many young girls, and Fang Yi was a lot more energetic: "No, how can I be so powerful, it's all blown by the media." ”

He bathed in the sea of adoration, feeling that everyone was a little fluttering, and the pen in his hand kept waving to sign autographs for these female classmates.

Envy of the male classmates next to him, several old men gathered together and pointed at each other.

"Hmph, what's the big deal."

"I guess it's just luck."

"Originally, he was just a victim, I guess it was all supported by his friend who was a policeman."

Fang glanced at them a few times, but didn't pay any attention to these boys and their jealousy.

As the saying goes, there is no love in the world for no reason, but hate for no reason.

And this kind of hatred for no reason comes from the same sex that is not as good as you, and the opposite sex that can't get you.

A bunch of diaosi, I don't care about you, taking you seriously will make me look very low.

……

The clock was fast approaching evening.

"OK, almost."

When the doppelganger Fang Yi came out of the Internet café, it was already a little dark.

Fang Yi turned on the live broadcast, and the picture of himself sitting in the driver's seat immediately appeared on the mobile phone screen, this time it was not debugging, he had already started the live broadcast.

The anchor network he gave himself was called This Man Overloaded.

Meaning he was under too much pressure that didn't belong to his age.

For example, the beauty of the prosperous age, such as the supreme intelligence, such as the talented...... It's overloaded.

"Hello everyone, I'm this person overloaded, welcome to my horror live broadcast room, today is my first live broadcast, and the content of my live broadcast is to investigate a ghost incident in a mountain village."

A few passers-by indiscriminately entered, Fang Yi didn't pay attention to them, he didn't want to make money and shout to keep them, he just started the live broadcast to show the ghost for a while.

This is the routine he designed for a century-old ghost.

Wang Lihua's generation, whether they have an enmity with her or not, has already fallen into the ground, the problem is that these people were not killed by her own hands, and she is still angry, not to mention that even if she is allowed to kill her, she may not be able to relieve her anger.

There is always only one way to relieve ghosts......

That is to make their grievances public, so that the world's understanding and understanding, as well as the scolding and accusations of the wicked, to soothe their grievances.

But this case has been decades old, and the case can be closed in 20 years in law, not to mention that this case is still a case before liberation, who can turn the case over?

If the case can't be overturned, then it can only be up to him, the famous detective Fang Yi, to personally tell the grievances of the unjust souls to the public.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please see, this artificial lake in front of me is the ...... dug by the family of Kong Jinhuan, the richest man in Beishan Village."