Bu Yu sat on the floor of the rental house a little stunned, ready to take advantage of the fright to lie in bed again.

"Suzu..."

The old Nokia phone ringtone still lingers, and Bu Yu touches the phone and throws it into the trash can in the corner.

"Smack."

I didn't get in, and the phone fell on the wall and became five pieces - the memory card and the mobile phone card both collapsed.

Turned over on the greasy and filthy floor, so.

"Huh?"

Bu Yu realized that something was wrong, with his fat body, it was estimated that it would take more than a minute to feel the pain even if he slept on the nail board.

When I got up and looked, I was amazed,

"Oh, the efficiency of the underworld is quite high, so this changes the skin of the master?"

The young man in the mirror has thin arms and legs, his face is pale, and the lines of his face are very hard, giving people the illusion that the bones are growing outside, and only a pair of eyes appear deep and empty, which is particularly different.

Bu Yu pinched his face,

"Tsk, isn't that what I was like when I first graduated from high school?"

After graduating from high school, Bu Yu wisely chose to study high-end majors, studying astronomy and geography, and learning to use a computer to control an excavator to stir-fry.

In a year and a half, he entered the society and started to be in charge of a restaurant marked with three blank stars.

Time is long, and the years kill pigs.

For two years, the air in the back kitchen filled with fat and free volatiles made Bu Yu feel like he was blowing, and his waist was round.

There are definitely no three highs, but the object must be difficult to find.

Several friends described his appearance as follows,

"When I'm thin, I look like a Dementor, but when I'm fat, I'm much better, just like Little Blue Blue Sullivan."

MMP, all die!

So for a long time Bu Yu dyed a non-mainstream blue hair, and everywhere, a little sister's dying scream.

This kind of fat man with a thorny aura is too much, God is pitiful, and there is still this benefit in dying once?

It seems that I will have nothing to do in the future, and I will have to wander around the underworld more.

"This is..."

A metal grey suitcase sits on the bedside table, the shiny metal surface is out of step with the painting style of the room, and there is a river of blood on it with the word "酆都" written in cursive.

Don't look at Bu Yu as just a cook, he is a loyal fan of Wang Xizhi, and he can see at a glance that this word is definitely from his old man's handwriting.

I don't know how to write it, it's as dark as swallowing light, twisting endlessly.

When you open it, you see a big troll and a mobile phone.

Well, to be precise, it is not a big troll, but a huge seven-shot revolver, nearly thirty centimeters long, and the chamber of the gun is thicker than a ping pong ball.

"Damn, this TM... Wait..."

Bu Yu was about to sigh at the power of the big troll's revolver, but suddenly found that this thing couldn't be loaded at all, it was completely one.

Isn't this a cheat!

Pick up the phone again,

"Buzz."

A buzz,

"Please point at the phone screen and exhale to activate the latest I18 and bind your identity."

"I don't know if the living can do it... Ha~"

"The binding is successful, and the relevant information of the instructions for 'Ghost Detective Buyu' and the instructions for the use of work supplies will be transmitted."

"Smack~"

The normal-sized mobile phone suddenly turned into a crystal shape that was transparent from front to back, opening seven doors like a fan, and a jade pendant and streamer in the shape of a skull with the words "Ghost Detective Bu Xu" hanging down below.

Then, beams of light shone on Bu Xu's face.

"Uh..."

Bu Xu's mind suddenly flowed like a movie with some kind of programmed memory, deep into the deepest part of the memory, and could no longer be forgotten.

Well, as far as he was scolding his mother just now, that big troll didn't need to be loaded at all.

It uses energy from the underworld, specializing in fighting ghosts, and the soul of the middle is scattered and destroyed, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

"Automatically access all the data of the electronic equipment used by the ghost detective Bu Yang Shi, and it is being processed."

"Processing completed, missed call, name: dog management, is it dialing?"

"the fart!"

"I18 will process that information automatically."

"?"

...

Gou Ziren's office.

The thin manager Gou slapped his mobile phone on the table,

"Damn, I don't want to do it anymore when I look at this stinky cook."

The phone vibrated suddenly,

"You have a new text message, do you want to accept it?"

Manager Gou was wondering why this message prompt was not the same as usual, and the phone rang again.

"Drop, automatically accepted, poof~!"

The phone suddenly jumped up and made a sound at the same time... A weird sound that the phone doesn't make at all.

Manager Gou leaned over to take a look, and the whole person instantly stiffened.

"Hey, it's... What the hell... Vomit..."

"Poof."

Manager Gou's face turned green and blue, foaming at the mouth, and he was lying on the ground struggling.

"Dangdangdang."

A woman's voice,

"Manager Gou~ What's wrong with you~ What's the sound, people are coming in~"

The door opened.

"Gou... Belch... Vomit..."

There was a mess outside the door, and the woman dialed the police.

"Hey, someone threw in our restaurant manager's room!!"

...

"So, you really passed on a fart?"

"I18 will faithfully implement every instruction of the ghost detective Bu Xu, there will be no omission, please rest assured that the ghost detective Bu Xuan can be assured."

Bu Xuan covered his face, I'm a fucking fart.

"After 47 hours, you will enter the working hours, please use I18 to check in, I hope to know that late arrival, early departure and absence will have an adverse impact on the rating of Ghost Detective Buyu and the year-end bonus."

Bu Yu looked at the time, well, February 20, 2021 at eleven o'clock in the morning, it happened to be Saturday.

Well, technically speaking, it should now be the overtime hours of Buyu.

Phew, add a fart class, I'm not doing it!

With a gold-collar job with an hourly salary of 300, who wants to work as a cook in that black-hearted restaurant that works 358 days a year and works overtime every day, will resign in the afternoon.

"Meow~!"

Looking at the master who came out of the bed, Bu Yu was overjoyed,

"The slave greets the master, let's eat beef noodles downstairs? You eat beef, I eat noodles without spicy, walking? ”

"Meow meow?"

The master, who had one golden eye and one blue eye, tilted his head and thought for a minute, and jumped onto Bu Xu's shoulder.

Thinking of the little sister of the proprietress downstairs, Bu Yu smiled all over his face.

The plump chunk of beef, the touching sweet and mellow aroma.....

Hey, it's so good to be alive.

The master obviously didn't like this expression very much, and he went up with two paws.

Bu Yu was honest, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and touched the money in his pocket,

"Today, Lao Tzu wants to order a bowl of noodles and a bowl of beef separately, hum!"

The master's gaze was very inquiring.

Bu Yu said righteously,

"The master is making money, of course you have to add a meal to the master, a big meal."

Go downstairs to the noodle shop,

"Sister smash, a bowl of beef noodles without meat and more coriander, a bowl of beef jerky cut!"