The streets were calm again, and the ghosts continued to shop, shop, and run errands, as if the thrilling chaos just now was just an innocuous farce.

Si Ming took the padded jacket to the restaurant, ate and listened to gossip.

After eating, I didn't hear the gossip I wanted to hear.

The food in the ghost street is a real meal, just like the food used by the living to worship the dead, and the things that the ghosts eat are the same as the things that the living eat.

Outside, ghosts may only eat by smell, but in the small world, they can eat the real thing.

The padded jacket ate absent-mindedly, because there was all delicious food around her, and she was greedy.

From time to time, I skimmed Si with a resentful little look, why can't I eat it.

Si Ming dragged people from beginning to end, and he didn't dare to let go.

I didn't look at her eyes, for fear that I wouldn't be able to bear it, so I let go, and both of them had to explain here.

The ghosts eat and also like to gossip.

But they are talking about the past and the future, and there is not a word about the ghost street.

Si Ming came out of the restaurant disappointed, vaguely inquired about the place where the captured ghost might go, and mixed up with a padded jacket.

The purpose, of course, is to find people.

Si Ming guessed that if the three subordinates were caught in the ghost street, most of them would also be locked up there.

Of course, this is the best scenario.

The worst scenario is not daring to think about it.

However, after inquiring, I learned that there had been management and suppression in the past, and there had never been such an incident as a ghost in the ghost street.

It's always been peaceful.

There is not a single thief.

Therefore, there is no place in the ghost street that deals with these things, and there is no place like the prison of the human world, the public security bureau, etc.

But there have been several incidents of ghosts making trouble recently, and the improvised guards will send the ghosts to the neighborhood office to be locked up temporarily.

The sub-district office is where the ghost street management is stationed.

It is the equivalent of an office for human beings.

But this place has never been used.

The ghost street is managed in the ghost street, and the ghost street is very long, and it is a long street that seems to never end.

Management is on this street, everywhere.

No one has ever seen it, and they don't know who it is, what it looks like, when it will appear, and how it will disappear.

The guards sent the ghosts to the street office, and the management will take over.

Quietly, no one knows when it went or how it was handled.

As long as you see that the ghost is gone, then it means that the management has come.

It's just that when the temporary escort team sent today's ghosts, they found that the ghosts who made trouble last time were still inside.

A few ghosts were surprised.

But they did not dare to publicize it.

But they were all keenly aware that something was wrong.

Rumors have been circulating in Ghost Street lately that something has gone wrong with management, and they think, I'm afraid it's not a rumor.

A few ghosts left with apprehension and worry, grimaces turned white, and their steps were messy.

There are no guards at the sub-district office.

Because there is nothing here, and everyone is afraid of management and dare not intrude at will.

When the temporary escort team left, Si Ming sneaked in with a padded jacket.

Except for two locked ghosts, it was empty, except for the four walls, and there was not even a table or chair.

But the inside is huge, bigger than the ten-story department store in Keikai City, tall and big.

From the outside, it looks like a small bungalow of only forty or fifty square meters.

There were no floors, no cubicles, not even a pillar in the middle.

In addition to the four walls, there is only a ten-story roof.

Looking up, I can feel dizzy.

There are doors, no windows.

The walls were black, the roof was also black, and there were no lights, but inside it was bright, as bright as day.

It should be mustard space.

Two ghosts were chained to a wall.

A ghost and a chain.

One end of the chain was in the wall, and the other end was around their necks.

The ghost looks very fierce, not because of his appearance, but because of his demeanor.

His eyes were red, and he saw no black eyes, only bloodthirsty red, and bared his teeth like wild beasts.

The complexion is abnormally black.

There is also a strong evil aura on his body.

Seeing Si Ming and the padded jacket, regardless of the iron chain around his neck, he fluttered and roared desperately.

The padded jacket is not afraid, his eyes are shining, and he wants to eat.

Si Ming tugged on his padded jacket and looked at the two ghosts.

They are found to be different from normal ghosts.

When a geist evolves into a powerful ghost, it must accumulate enough evil energy, resentment, and ghost energy, and it must be contaminated with enough evil debts and cause and effect.

But these two are not, they are like the difference between wild and captive.

They did not undergo a long metamorphosis process, and were directly matured by humans with feed.

It has the form of a ghost, but it does not have the ability of a ghost.

So a few temporary guards formed by ordinary ghosts can take them down.

I couldn't see anything anymore, so Si Ming directly let the padded jacket eat.

The padded jacket was so excited that he took a bite at a time.

But the soul body that was "pulled" out dispersed in less than a second.

Si Ming was slightly surprised, and the souls would be scattered, indicating that their three souls and seven spirits were incomplete.

A ghost with three souls and seven incomplete spirits can also be trained into a powerful ghost?

I couldn't figure it out, and there was no clue he wanted here, so he left with a padded jacket.

They just walked around the streets, and the other ghosts walked aimlessly.

The sky was still bright and the sun was shining.

Si Ming glanced at his watch and saw that the hands had not moved.

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know if it's been day or night.

The ghosts here don't know anything, and there is no other place to go except one street.

If you want to find someone, you really don't know where to start.

The padded jacket tilted his head and looked at Si Ming blankly, looking like a little fool.

Si Ming couldn't pinch her little face when he cried and laughed: "What's wrong?" Hungry or sleepy? ”

The padded jacket tilted his head: "What are you looking for, I'll help you." ”

Si Ming was stunned, this girl actually took the initiative to help.

Inexplicably so touched.

"You let me eat something delicious."

Commander ......

I was moved early.

Stinky girl, her heart and eyes are all used to eat.

However, he also reminded Si Ming that he might really have to rely on a padded jacket to find someone.

"Remember the serious Mouton Gold and Iron Trio?"

The padded jacket showed a blank expression.

Si Ming was surprised: "Don't remember? So how are you going to help me find someone? ”

The padded jacket blinked: "Are they delicious?" ”

"Of course not."

After speaking, Si Ming paused, and it may have been.

The padded jacket will not analyze a person's psychology from the person's expression.

What Si Ming wants, the padded jacket doesn't know.

Just listen to the order of the priest and say no, and you will understand.

Shrugged his nose and looked at the long street, his five senses quickly moved forward.

It's all delicious here, and it's not delicious to look for.

The serious little face suddenly smiled brightly: "I found it." ”

Si Ming was surprised and delighted: "Really found it?" Where is it? ”

"Ahead."

With a little paw pointing, Si Ming took the opportunity to look over, only to see dense ghosts and endless streets.

After repeatedly confirming that the padded jacket did not fool him, Si Ming was patient and walked along the street.

Along the way, I bought all kinds of food on the street for the padded jacket.

Buy with Ghost Beads, which are the common currency of Ghost Streets.

But Si Ming didn't have much, I don't know how long it took to walk, but it took more than half.

"How far is it?"

The priest ordered the tenth inquiry. (End of chapter)