Chapter 68 Improvement
Qin Liu was a bit confused by the title.
Ghost messenger from the Underworld?
Isn’t that still a ghost?
To find out, Qin Liu asked:
“Aren’t ghost messengers also ghosts?”
“Ghost messengers are ghosts.”
Liu Haoyu burned the scattered meat and bones on the ground with a fire.
“But ghost messengers usually cannot come to the human world.”
Why would the Pen Spirit summoned by Zhu Xingxue’s son be an evil ghost from hell?
Fortunately, it has been resolved now.
Although there are still many questions, such as…
What was it about Li Suqin constantly asking Qin Liu to open the door?
Is it possible that Qin Liu can control that red iron door?
However, judging by her performance, it seems she herself is not aware of this matter?
Or is it that she cannot do it at all?
Numerous questions plagued Liu Haoyu’s mind.
Although he proposed many hypotheses, there was not enough evidence to prove their validity.
Seeing that he could not figure it out, Liu Haoyu could only temporarily suppress these questions in his heart. He turned to look at Li Suqin, who was still lying on the ground unconscious.
“She should still be alive.”
“It’s good that she’s alive…”
Qin Liu breathed a sigh of relief. On one hand, it was because no one had died, and on the other hand, it was because he hadn’t been alone with a dead person for so long, and he had even helped her get dressed.
If he had helped a dead person get dressed, the thought of it would not have been pleasant.
Liu Haoyu squatted down, about to carry Li Suqin back to the bed, and at that moment.
The female police officer opened her eyes.
While looking around with confusion and bewilderment, she subconsciously said:
“Officer Li, are we home?”
Muttering, she rubbed her eyes, and then saw Liu Haoyu, who was wearing a gas mask, a suit, and carrying a fire axe on his back.
The axe was also stained with a sticky, unknown liquid…
This was clearly a murderer!
Li Suqin’s eyes widened, and she struggled with all her might, wanting to call for help, but Liu Haoyu’s hand covered her mouth.
Perhaps to get into character, or perhaps to calm Li Suqin down.
The “murderer” said in a cold and emotionless voice:
“Quiet.”
Li Suqin looked at the fire axe in Liu Haoyu’s hand and immediately dared not make a sound.
From his voice, she knew that the person wearing the gas mask was a man.
And being alone at home, as a woman, it was hard not to think in certain terrifying directions.
Her body began to tremble, and her hands subconsciously covered her chest.
“I’m not interested in you.”
Liu Haoyu’s heartless voice sounded, startling Li Suqin.
“Think back, did you encounter a ghost?”
Facing Liu Haoyu’s questioning, Li Suqin began to search her memory in her somewhat chaotic mind.
Soon, she suddenly realized.
But because her mouth was covered, she could only nod repeatedly.
“That’s right,” Liu Haoyu pointed to the talismans and formations in the room, “I’m here to kill ghosts.”
“…Gulu.”
Li Suqin swallowed, and with a cautious and pleading expression, pointed to Liu Haoyu’s hand covering her mouth.
The latter understood, and removed his hand.
After regaining the right to speak, Li Suqin gasped for air.
As a police officer, her mind was very sharp.
Even if she had been an atheist before, after witnessing the perilous scene in the haunted house, Li Suqin was now much more obedient.
And since there were ghosts, there would naturally be people who dealt with them.
Although the man in front of her looked like a shrimp rice, the surrounding environment might indirectly prove that he was a ghost hunter.
“Are you really a ghost hunter? Then… where’s the ghost?”
Li Suqin’s memory was still stuck in the haunted house, so she didn’t know that she had returned home yet.
She just felt that this room was a little familiar.
“Here.”
Liu Haoyu subconsciously pointed behind him and said.
“It’s behind me, do you see it?”
Upon hearing this, Li Suqin subconsciously took a step back, but when she looked behind Liu Haoyu, she realized there was nothing behind him.
“I… I don’t see it.”
“If you don’t see it, then you are safe.”
After speaking, Liu Haoyu patted Li Suqin’s shoulder.
With that, Liu Haoyu stood up and walked elegantly out of the bedroom.
However, because Liu Haoyu had just said that there was a ghost behind him, Li Suqin’s gaze was fixed on that wall.
After a long time…
Nothing happened.
It seemed she was truly safe.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to contact her colleagues at the police station.
A soft voice of a young girl came from behind her.
“Next time, don’t go to those places at night.”
Hearing this voice, Li Suqin’s pupils contracted, and she immediately turned her head, only to find that there was no one behind her.
The candles in the room were all extinguished at this moment.
After leaving Li Suqin’s house, Liu Haoyu put his mask and axe back into his backpack.
Qin Liu, who had finished giving instructions, also followed him.
“This matter should be temporarily concluded, right? We don’t have to go to any Underworld places anymore, do we?”
Qin Liu was not very brave to begin with, and his spirit had been a bit depleted from the past few days.
“There’s nothing for now.”
The fierce ghosts that killed Liu Xiaoxiao’s family at the reservoir had all been resolved.
That red iron door must have some connection with Qin Liu, but she herself was unaware of it.
And with the death of the evil ghost from hell, Li Suqin had returned to normal, and it was likely that Li Rongjun’s condition would also improve.
And that was indeed the case. When Liu Haoyu arrived at the hospital, he met Li Rongjun.
The middle-aged police officer, dressed in a hospital gown, looked somewhat better and no longer had that frenzied appearance.
Li Rongjun also saw Liu Haoyu by his side, and then walked up to him.
“Young man, we meet again. What a coincidence.”
“Officer Li, judging by your appearance, you don’t seem to have rested well?”
Liu Haoyu looked at him as if he knew nothing.
In this regard, Li Rongjun sighed and said:
“I encountered ghosts recently.”
“Officer Li, you’re quite the joker. How could there be ghosts in this world?”
Seeing that Liu Haoyu didn’t believe him, Li Rongjun didn’t explain much.
He forced a smile on his tired face, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and offered one to Liu Haoyu.
“But I have to advise you, young man, you look more haggard than I do. You’d better go fishing less at night, to avoid encountering ghosts.”
“I haven’t been fishing for a long time, as I always come back empty-handed.”
Seeing that Li Rongjun was still in the mood to joke, Liu Haoyu understood that the officer had indeed recovered.
But why was Old Wang still in a state of madness?
And… has my own condition improved?
As Liu Haoyu was thinking, Li Rongjun received a phone call, spoke a few words, and then turned around and said:
“Young man, my colleagues want me to help them move. We’ll meet again if fate allows.”
