But the most unlucky thing is that Ming Lang was remembering the ghost's tales of nonsense. A middle-aged man who was almost 50 years old came in, Ming Lang looked at it ● 31 novel app download address ● Du Ming, watch again Looking at the ghosts and people in front of me, he smiled and said: "You sit down first, I... take care of something first."
The middle-aged man also knows etiquette. No matter how urgent he is, he must be dealt with one by one. Whose business is not a problem? How do you know that you must be more anxious than others? So I sat next to Du Ming, but was restless.
The two of them had been listening to the bright call, which was really boring, so the middle-aged man said, "This dear man also came to ask Mr. Ling for help?" I want to see how far behind my business will be.
As soon as I heard it, don't it mean that many people come here to ask for help early in the morning? What are you doing
"Oh, right? By the way, what do you want him to do for you?" Du Ming tried his tone.
"I..." the middle-aged man sighed and said: "I... my daughter died near their school. I... I want Mr. Ling to help me find out who caused the damage." The middle-aged man said, squeezing. Tears, then said: "So my dear friend, if your business is not in a hurry, let Mr. Ling handle my business first. After all... My daughter has been dead for two days, and five days later, it will be the first seven days. Mr. Ling wanted to help, and it was too much trouble for Mr. Ling."
"Have you reported the crime?" Du Ming was very concerned, after all, he was a teacher.
"Reported, but the police checked for a day, and there was no news." The middle-aged man became anxious.
"But... Since the police can't do anything, there may not be a way in the early morning!" Du Ming was curious.
"So I want Mr. Ling to find my daughter and ask who caused her." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.
"You...daughter... isn't it dead?" Du Ming was no longer curious, but shocked.
"But... Can't Mr. Ling... be able to find my daughter's soul?" The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed. Is this person not believing in early morning, or is incapable of that ability in early morning, but his name is known from far and near, did he intentionally not want to Put me ahead of him
This sentence spread to Du Ming's ears like a thunderbolt in a clear sky. He quickly turned his head and looked at everything in it. He remembered the plaque on the door, looked at the price list and the background wall, even though the word "ming" was Xiaozhuan, early morning. It is only set in it to deter those who are trying to make trouble here. In fact, few people can understand that Xiaozhuan is "ming", but he is a university teacher after all, and he recognizes it at a glance, even This is clear, he now... is also talking to ghosts? Cold sweat gradually appeared on the palm of his hand.
"How did you know?" Ming couldn't help asking.
The middle-aged man is stunned, are you acting? "People around here know it!" I want to expose you, don't act, if your matter is important, just say it straight.
Du Ming's heartbeat is violent, can you see ghosts? So when is Turinchuan a ghost? When she passed out in the hospital, she suddenly appeared in the early morning, saying that she was not dead, but fell asleep. She had to add stools and tableware for the Mid-Autumn Festival for dinner. When she woke up, she should take good care of her. Thinking of this, his hands gradually shook.
What about the night before? Is there a problem in Turin River, is it related to ghosts? Du Ming was no longer able to sit still, stood up, and walked towards clarity.
Ming Lang watched Du Ming while listening to the ghost in front of him, and the pen in his hand kept sliding.
Du Ming took a closer look. Ming Lang was not making a call at all, but just a cover-up, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "I have something to do, let's go first, and come back to thank Ling Chen another day."
Ming Lang was still receiving customers, and he couldn't take care of many courtesy, and he walked out tremblingly, not knowing why.
I knew the shop, as if I lost my soul, I don’t know if I should believe it, let alone if I should tell my lover and Turin Chuan after I go back, I turned around to look at the company in the early morning, hell trust letter Bureau, is there any need to doubt? If it was a scam, would there be so many people rushing here? In the end, unable to convince myself, I went to a fruit shop and pretended to buy fruit, and then asked what the company did in the early morning.
The people nearby are no strangers to the early morning. When I heard about the early morning, they hurriedly described various descriptions, even exceeding the truth, almost deifying the early morning.
Du Ming finally no longer doubted, but can you tell Turin Chuan Ming about this? Will she believe it? If you believe it, will it make the whole family feel uneasy from now on
Carrying two bags of fruits, throwing them into the car, the uncomfortable mood, until the heartbeat no longer beats violently, and the hands no longer tremble, then start the car and drove back.
Du Ming just left, and Du Lingchuan and Chen Tao arrived at the early morning company. Because they knew that they made the early morning embarrassed the day before yesterday, maybe the early morning was still holding grudges, and they didn’t know what kind of mentality they would face themselves, but Chen Tao also had no choice but to see it early in the morning. However, it is impossible to inquire secretly.
Seeing the door of Wee Morning's company, both of them were stunned, "There is still this kind of company? What kind of business is it doing?"
Although Turinchuan felt unbelievable, his heart began to feel uneasy, and the two walked in together.
Ming Lang had already sent away the ghost, and was beginning to talk with the middle-aged man. Seeing Turin Chuan and Chen Tao coming in, he couldn't help but his eyes widened. It was because he met a beautiful lady visiting in the company, and whether he was a human or a ghost. He was drooling, but before he had time to be happy, he saw Geng Mingcha also come in.
"Two... Sit down, I'll take care of something first." Ming Ming pointed to the stool in front of the cashier counter.
"What about early morning?" Turingchuan feels that if he visits rashly, it will make early morning feel that he has ulterior motives, especially that Shangguan Hongyue who always yells not to snatch her husband from her, simply pretends to be arrogant, so that early morning feels like he is. It was Xingshi who asked the crime.
"My master... he didn't come to work." Ming Lang felt that the woman was angry, her cheeks bulging, especially cute.
"Master?" Turingchuan couldn't help being surprised when he heard that. This person is no more than a few years younger than Wei Chen, so he called Wei Chen the teacher.
"Yes, do you have anything to do with my master?" Ming Lang almost forgot about the customers in front of him.
"I... I want to ask him something. Alright, you can greet the guests first." Turin Chuan said while looking at the furnishings in the store.
When I heard it clearly, I remembered that there was still a tens of thousands of anxious customers sitting in front of him. He couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, and then asked the middle-aged man a question, "Where did your daughter have an accident?"
"It's near their university, beside a small river, surrounded by woods. You said that she, a girl, can't go to such a place alone. It must be caused by people taking it to that place." Middle-aged The man can hardly contain his grief and anger.
"Did she tell you anything before she died?" Ming Lang felt that she died in another city and came here to ask for help. It was a bit embarrassing. If she wanted to help him, she would have to go to that city.
"No, the phone couldn't be reached after the accident. We knew a high school classmate who had a good relationship with her. After a day, we couldn't get in touch with her, so we called her good friend to have a look. As a result, her friend still didn't see anyone after looking for us for a day. I became nervous, called the police, and then passed directly. Who knows, we heard that she had been killed before we arrived." The middle-aged man choked up.
Turin Chuan and Chen Tao had been looking at the furnishings in the store indifferently, and they were shocked when they heard this. Geng Mingchai wanted Ming Lang not to talk about it with his clients first, and wait until Turin Chuan and Chen Tao left to talk, but after all, this is the early morning site, how dare he hinder early morning business.
Ming Lang then asked for a lot of details, and then planned to ask the master to give a reply. After all, he is not in a city and I don’t know if I can see the ghost of the dead. It is also possible that there will be no return for seven times.
"We don’t know if we can still find your daughter’s ghost, but usually she will go home for the first seven days. If she doesn’t come back, then... Open up, I'll go to your house tonight and guard it until the first seven nights." Minglang said.
The middle-aged man saw Ming Lang promised to help, and then left.
Du Lingchuan and Chen Tao listened to them. They heard words such as dead man, ghost, and the first seven many times. Every time they heard it, Du Lingchuan's heart was shocked, and he kept recalling the stories he often heard in his dreams.