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“None of this matters.” Tan Wenjie calmly turned around and took two bags from the female police officer on the street.

"The case is closed."

"Instructor?" The SDU members looked at Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling said helplessly, "Take action, arrest them."

"Yes, Madam!" *N
The SDU team began their operation, investigating information and searching for suspects, with almost no obstacles in the process.

night.

The group arrived at their destination fully armed; this was their first battle without the protection of an instructor.

The case is classified as a paranormal event, so it has been transferred to the SDU.

Is it really here?

"We haven't heard from Jiaming. What else can we do besides asking the mistress about the situation?"

"But what's going on here..."

All eyes turned to the mourning hall.

The newly erected mourning hall had its doors wide open, and a gust of wind blew in, carrying a chilly blast of air.

"Could it be that you came at such an inopportune time?"

As they entered the mourning hall, they saw a black-and-white photograph of a woman enshrined on the table, with someone burning paper money beside her.

"Ah... Bao...? Wait! Is he dead?"

"If it's not dead, could it be alive?" asked an old woman burning paper money nearby, who had a rather bad temper.

Mars, the highest-ranking member of the SDU squad, forced a smile and asked, "Grandma, hello, we'd like to ask you something..."

“What, so what if you’re wearing a bulletproof vest?” The old woman gestured with her hands. “I used to beat up Ip Man, wearing a helmet and pretending to be a Flying Tiger.”

"How old is Grandma?"

"Forty-five."

"Wow." *N
With a face full of wrinkles and gray hair, everyone couldn't help but think to themselves: "I don't believe you."

"Excuse me." A woman in a black dress wearing white flowers came over, helped the old woman up, and explained, "She is Abao's grandmother, and she is not feeling well right now."

Mars pulled out his badge and quickly said, "We're police officers, and we want to ask you some questions about Ah Bao."

“I’m not close to Abao. I only know that she went to Thailand for a trip and then died there.”

The SDU members exchanged glances.

Considering the female corpse discovered today, it's not hard to guess that A Bao's death must be related to that man named Jia Ming.

Men can kill their own wives for money, let alone Abao, who is a mistress.

"I'm sorry." The woman helped the old woman leave.

Everyone watched him leave.

"What do you think is the relationship between those policemen and Abao?"

The whispers suddenly caught the attention of everyone at SDU.

I glanced around the mourning hall but didn't see anyone.

“Cow tears,” Mars said in a low voice.

"Yes!"*N
The group split into pairs and took out their cow tears spray and sprayed it at their companions.

After blinking to adjust, everyone turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Four women were sitting together chatting.

“Hey, they look like they’re looking over here.” One of the women nudged her companion.

"How could that be?" The others didn't care at all.

"Should we scare them a little?"

"it's not good."

"What's wrong with it?"

A woman stood up, grabbed her ear, and pulled it out sharply.

However, SDU and the others had already seen ghosts before, and almost instinctively pulled out their ghost-catching flashlights, projecting beams of light onto talismans, easily pinning the four women to the spot.

"Oh no, we've run into a tough one." The female ghost, frozen in place, rolled her eyes, but her body remained immobile.

“We are SDU, and we need your cooperation now,” Mars said as he stepped forward.

The female ghost said with a pained expression, "No way, officer, we're ghosts."

"SDU is a newly established department specifically for dealing with ghosts and monsters. We also have cinnabar bullets. Would you like to give them a try?"

"No, please ask any questions you may have. We will definitely answer them if we know the answer."

"Where is Abao's boyfriend, Jiaming?"

"Oh? You're looking for him too?"

"It seems you're looking for him too."

“Yes, Ah Bao harbors a lot of resentment, and when Jia Ming arranged for the assassins to deal with Ah Bao, they accidentally killed the four of us as well,” one of the female ghosts said. “We want to take revenge on him.”

"Evil spirits are forbidden from seeking revenge."

"Why, sir?"

"He should be punished by law."

“You have no evidence to prove that Jiaming killed someone. Your lies cannot be used as evidence. Why don’t you hand it over to us? You can close the case, and we can quell our resentment.”

"..."

The people in SDU looked at each other in bewilderment.

Because they felt that what the four ghosts said actually made a lot of sense.

“Impossible.” Mars shook his head. “We’ll take him back, and he’ll confess.”

Teaming up with evil spirits to kill is absolutely not what SDU should do, and they believe it's not what their instructors want them to do either.

“However, if you can help me find Jiaming,” Mars said, “we can burn paper money as payment.”

Can I burn the newest handbag?

"Please burn a handsome guy for me."

"Then I want two!"

Amidst a flurry of chatter and arguments, they finally agreed on the final payment.

The group set off together, and with the ghost leading the way, they easily found the suspect, Jiaming.

On Lan Kwai Fong Street, Jiaming looked at the armed men who surrounded him. Although his heart was pounding, he remained calm on the surface.

"Gentlemen, are you filming a movie?"

"Your case has been exposed. You committed murder and concealed the body, and hired someone to kill you. Come with us."

Jiaming was very cooperative from beginning to end.

After all, the person who came to "pick him up" was wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a gun, clearly treating him like a murderer who was ready to shoot him at any moment.

"Collect the team."

With the mission accomplished, SDU and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Brother Jie!"

"Brother Jie?"

To everyone's surprise, Tan Wenjie was holding a bottle of Vitasoy.

“This is not working time.” Tan Wenjie looked at the four female ghosts beside SDU and the others and nodded with satisfaction. “You have already graduated, and I have nothing more to teach you.”

Everyone: "..."

They didn't seem to have learned anything useful.

However, after tonight's experience, they suddenly realized that catching ghosts actually seems quite simple.

"I have an appointment, so I'll be going now," Tan Wenjie waved his hand.

"Take care, Brother Jie," SDU and the others said in unison.

The four female ghosts followed Tan Wenjie without their consent.

To humans, Tan Wenjie was just an ordinary man, but to ghosts, he wore a dragon robe and a crown, possessing the majestic appearance of an emperor.

Even a fleeting glance at him, upon meeting his gaze, felt like looking up into the dark eyes of the deepest abyss, causing an involuntary tremor from the depths of one's soul.

At the crossroads, Tan Wenjie stopped, looked around, and then produced three lit incense sticks with a flick of his wrist.

Smoke billows.

Smelling the aroma, the four female ghosts swallowed hard.

“You guys wait here at the intersection.” Tan Wenjie lit a cigarette for himself. “In about half an hour, a ghost messenger will pass by, and you can go with him to be reincarnated.”

"Yes!" X4
Not a single word of nonsense could be uttered.

A sleazy-looking man happened to be standing next to Tan Wenjie, and he looked exactly like Prince Kei.

"Hey buddy, can I borrow a cigarette?" Tan Wenjie casually handed over the cigarette pack.

The other person, with a cigarette dangling from their lips, asked again, "Where's the lighter?"

Tan Wenjie raised his right hand, gently rubbed his fingers on the cigarette butt, and saw smoke swirling around as the cigarette was lit.

"Wow, a magician?" he introduced himself. "I'm Fly, I hang around here. You can tell me my name later."

"What, do I get a discount just for mentioning your name?"

"It's even more arrogant than a discount; they can pee and poop anywhere."

The fly, who was spouting nonsense, suddenly paused, his eyes turning extremely lewd.
"Hey, hey, beautiful lady."

Tan Wenjie also looked over and saw a tall woman with long hair wearing a short skirt walking towards him with a cat-like gait.

"How about it? Believe me or not, I can win her over in just a few words?" Fly threw away his cigarette butt, spat twice into his palm, and scratched his head haphazardly.

Tan Wenjie pointed to his face, then to the fly: "I don't have to do anything, she'll definitely throw herself at me."

Whether it's height, appearance, or temperament, I am more attractive.

"Want to take a gamble?" Fly held up one finger. "One hundred dollars."

"Playing at such a small size?"

"It's to save you money."

The two were arguing about whose charm was stronger when the woman stopped in front of them.

Her gaze swept over the stern-faced Tan Wenjie and the fly, then she winked at the fly.

"Don't be discouraged." Fly patted Tan Wenjie's arm smugly. "Looks like I'm still more charming, hahaha. Here's the money!"

Tan Wenjie took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Wu Ying, also slipping a flyer into his hand: "Your face is dark, be careful of ghosts. If you do, contact me and I'll give you a friendly price."

Also, get Ma Xiaoling some more work.

Even though Ma Xiaoling has long been financially independent, the hardest thing for her to give up is her love of making money.

Making money is safer than going against fate. If she really turns into a purple-eyed zombie, Tan Wenjie has no confidence that he can withstand it.

As we all know, combat stats are only temporary. When the world's will begins to tilt completely in favor of one person, shameless cheat codes such as becoming invincible overnight, resurrection, or suddenly obtaining world-destroying artifacts will all come flooding in.

Tan Wenjie also wants to try to become the "protagonist," which means intercepting the will of a world and pouring it into himself.

The three books of Heaven, Earth, and Man, as well as destiny, that exist in this world are precisely the manifestation of this world's will.

The fly, who had just received the money, was annoyed: "Damn it, I only won a hundred bucks from you, you don't have to curse me to encounter a ghost."

The fly embraced the woman and walked away into the distance.

"Boss..."

Four female ghosts approached, wanting to offer a few words of comfort.

"Actually, some women have very unusual tastes."

"Yes, I've heard of a special kind of fetish called ugliness fetish."

But Tan Wenjie shook his head and said, "Something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

They had already observed that the beautiful woman from earlier was not a ghost at all.

"I'm so handsome, and Fly is so ugly, any woman would know who to choose."

The four female ghosts: "..."

That's right.

Tan Wenjie: "Unless..."

"Unless?" one of the female ghosts couldn't help but ask.

"Unless she's not a woman at all."

On the other side, Fly, who was leaving with his arm around the tall woman's slender waist, was too lazy to find a place and started fighting directly on a roadside bench where there were few people.

He reached down with his right hand, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

He looked down.

He found himself with a knife pressed against his stomach, while simultaneously clutching a gun in his hand.

"Holy crap! You're a man! A transvestite?"

"Robbery! Hand over all the money!"

With a knife pointed at his lower abdomen, the fly cooperated perfectly.

Seeing that the other person had taken the money and was about to leave, he immediately said, "Hey, buddy, how about leaving me a hundred bucks for the bus fare?"

The transvestite casually tossed something aside.

Fly instinctively caught the paper. He remembered that it was given to him by that bastard who looked "slightly inferior" to him at the crossroads earlier, who also said that he would encounter ghosts.

I don't know if transvestites count as ghosts.

"Lingling Hall, Ma Xiaoling... Hey, I need money!"

Penniless, Fly could only walk back on his own two legs. There happened to be a convenience store ahead that he knew well, where he could borrow some money for the journey.

However, they had only taken a few steps.

"boom!"

A figure fell from the sky and landed on the roof of the car next to him.

"Suicide by jumping off a building?"

He turned to look at the figure who had fallen but was still alive, and immediately took out his phone to call for help.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and Fly got in with it.

On the way, he encouraged the woman who was about to commit suicide by jumping off a building until she was taken to the emergency room.

"Oh dear, such a beautiful woman, why did she jump off a building to commit suicide? Please don't die, it would be such a pity." Fly shook his head.

He turned and walked toward the elevator, just as his phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Brother Fly, something has happened to my brother and sister-in-law."

"They're not going to play some kind of thrilling game again, are they?"

"No, my sister-in-law is biting my brother and won't let go, it looks like she's about to break off."

"Hiss...you mean..." Fly's eyes widened, "Sister-in-law is biting Brother's...and won't let go?"

There were several people in the elevator, and they all turned their eyes to him.

"What, you guys know what to do?" Fly handed the phone to the group. "What do you suggest we do?"

The people in the elevator: "..."

They all looked away.

"whispering sound."

Fly put the phone back to his ear and said, "Wait, I'll be back soon."

"And also, Brother Fly, your sister-in-law sounds like she's possessed by a ghost."

Possessed by a ghost?

Ding! The elevator has arrived at the first floor.

Fly instinctively took the business card out of his pocket.

"I happen to have someone I can call to help."

Considering the other party's previous warning that he would encounter a ghost, Fly could only praise, "That's just too amazing."

Tell your brother to calm down, and Fly will make the phone call.

"This is Lingling Hall." A woman answered the phone.

"Shouldn't it be a man?" the fly wondered.

"You mean Tan Wenjie?" the woman on the phone asked helplessly. "Where has that bastard been handing out flyers again!"

"Handing out flyers?" Fly's eyes widened; he had actually been fooled by those flyers.

However, he still asked, as if nothing was wrong, "My sister-in-law is possessed by a ghost, can you get rid of it?"

"Okay, but I still have work to finish here. I'll give you that bastard's number."

A dozen minutes later, Fly saw Tan Wenjie again and grabbed him and ran away.

"Hurry up and save them! If you're any slower, my big brother is going to become the big sister!"

"Let's talk about the price first," Tan Wenjie said. "One hundred thousand."

"Damn it!" Fly pointed at himself. "You said you were coming at a friend's price."

“Yes, I only charge strangers 10,000,” Tan Wenjie asked. “Haven’t you heard of charging half price for new customers and full price for acquaintances?”

Fly: "..." (End of Chapter)