My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 21

Shang Yanzhou looked down at the fried egg in the shape of a heart on it, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he asked in a low voice:

"This is……?"

"I'm afraid you'll be hungry! A bowl of noodles specially made for you, look, there's also fried eggs with love! Am I very considerate!"

Shang Yanzhou immediately turned his head and replied, "No, thank you for your love."

"No! This is love made by my Lord Wen himself. It's a benefit that others don't have. Hurry up and taste it!"

"Need not."

"use!"

"Need not!"

"use!!!"

boom!The bowl of noodles that was pushed back and forth fell mercilessly on the file in front of Shang Yanzhou, and there were several black and white photos on it.

Wen Changlang fixed his eyes, quickly peeled off the love egg that was stuck on the photo, picked it up, and frowned when he saw it.

"This... the death of a person is too painful, causing resentment to skyrocket after death!"

Shang Yanzhou's restrained temper was about to erupt, but he paused because of Wen Changlang's words, and immediately changed his tone:

"Can you see the cause of this person's death?"

"I don't know the cause of death, but he must have been in great pain before he died, which led to deep resentment after death. All living people who have come into contact with him will not be able to bear his resentment, and will be seriously ill and die soon."

Hearing Wen Changlang's words, Shang Yanzhou frowned immediately: "...This is an unnamed corpse case in the bureau. The people in charge of this case have all come into contact with the corpse, including me."

"you?"

Wen Changlang looked at the golden merits on Shang Yanzhou's body, waved his hand and said:

"You're fine, you have great merit, but I can't guarantee it for others."

"Is there a way to solve it?"

Wen Changlang sat down on Shang Yanzhou's desk, and said in a playful tone:

"If there is, I don't want to care about this shit, right and wrong, too much involvement, troublesome!"

Shang Yanzhou remained silent, and wanted to pick up the file on the table, but when he saw the soup on it, he stopped, stopped his hands, and put it back with a stiff face.

Wen Changlang thought he was in the wrong, so he volunteered to clean up the soup. However, those files cannot be read tonight.

After tidying up, Shang Yanzhou didn't want to read it. He lay on the bed and thought about Wen Changlang's words. In the past, he would not have believed in these ghost stories. After some things, he had to believe in some things.

In the middle of the night when he was sleepy, Shang Yanzhou opened his eyes vigilantly. In the darkness, his deep and cold eyes exuded a faint golden light. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, his whole body on guard. Footsteps are coming towards his room!

Shang Yanzhou didn't turn on the light, but went to the bedside cabinet, took out his own gun from it, and held it tightly in his hand, his usually gentle and jade-like breath became fierce and chilly. It was only then that he seemed to have lifted off the disguise of a smile, revealing the real Shang Yanzhou with a sharp edge.

There was a click, the sound of turning the doorknob. The door should not have been closed when Wen Changlang walked, and he hadn't locked it. It was a moment of carelessness!

At the same time as the door was opened, Shang Yanzhou also lifted the quilt and turned sideways to the other side of the bed, squatted down half body, pointed the gun with both hands at the black shadow that came in.

Before Shang Yanzhou could shoot, his face was completely blackened because of one sentence.

"Which nameless ghost doesn't know you, Lord Wen! Report your name quickly!"

It's Wen Changlang!