"Why did you think of a stick at the time?" Cui Wenyan asked curiously.
Yan Qing's face was complicated: "It's a long story, so I won't talk about it for the time being. Let's move on. I found out that there are two kinds of ghosts in this hospital. One is the real patients in the hospital who pretended to be crazy and sold stupid. The other is to be framed. Normal people who come in to be hospitalized and tortured. It’s easy to pretend to be crazy, and normal people who die in vain may be a little tricky.”
"Okay, now I know what to do, hurry up, let's hurry up." Cui Wenyan said.
"Yes, hurry up, hurry up, for the first place." Yan Qing also carried her wooden stick, ready to charge.
In front of the surveillance cameras, everyone watched Cui Wenyan and Yan Qingbing split up, just like the locust sweeping, seeing one ghost catch one, no nonsense at all. Are you willing to give birth? If you pretend to be crazy and sell stupid, you will be beaten, if you want. As for the normal person who died in vain, Cui Wenyan also put it away first, and discussed how to satisfy the wish of such a ghost later.
The numbers on Yanqing's bracelet kept rising, because after he caught the ghost, he dealt with it, and put a guide on the ghost, so that the ghost would go to the underworld to report.
And the numbers in Cui Wenyan's hands did not change, and she did not send any of them to the underworld.
A day and a night are not long or short.
The next morning, Cui Wenyan and Yan Qing met at the entrance of the hospital.
Then the two squatted there to eat self-heating hot pot, waiting to announce the end of the competition.
The rich fragrance filled the air.
Some other ghost hunters who participated in the competition came out exhausted physically and mentally, and their eyes widened when they saw Cui Wenyan and Yan Qing eating hot pot.
"Is it really good to eat so greasy early in the morning?" Someone muttered, and swallowed after saying this. This day and night, I drank water and ate some biscuits. Who will bring delicious food to the competition? This is a ghost hunting competition, not an outing. Can you bring a drink too
"Drinking hot milk?" Cui Wenyan asked Yanqing.
Yan Qing still had a lotus root in her mouth and stared at Cui Wenyan: "You still brought milk?"
"Well, I actually brought three thermos cups. One for hot water, one for hot milk, and one for hot soup. I drank the hot soup last night." Cui Wenyan said and took out one from his backpack. Here comes the thermos.
Yan Qing was dumbfounded and nodded after the chick pecking rice: "I want it, I want it."
Cui Wenyan poured Yan Qing a cup with the lid and handed it to him.
"Comfortable." Yan Qing said happily after taking a sip, then remembered something, and said to Cui Wenyan, "How many have you caught? Let me see." After speaking, Yan Qing leaned up and looked at Cui Wenyan's bracelet , I was stunned when I saw that the number displayed above was still 0.
"Didn't you catch a lot of ghosts? Didn't you send them to the underworld?" Yan Qing said anxiously, "Hurry up and send them away now, otherwise it won't count as a grade."
"I made a call just now, and I'll send it off in a while. It's too late." Cui Wenyan was not in a hurry at all.
"Call? What do you mean?" Yan Qing blinked suspiciously.
"Ah, I called the ghost messenger, he will be there soon." Cui Wenyan continued to eat after finishing speaking, thinking that eating a small hot pot early in the morning is really a bit heavy. Bread too.
Yan Qing was even more confused. She blinked her eyes and looked at Cui Wenyan like an idiot: "Cui Wenyan, did you not wake up? No, everyone didn't sleep tonight. Are you not sleeping well, or are you being fooled by those pretending to be crazy? The ghosts of you are infected?"
(End of this chapter)