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Chapter 258 The Supreme Good Ghost Tears
When Han Rumei left, she walked through the main entrance, and as soon as she passed through the gate, she met Zhuqing who came out of the elevator.

Holding the reusable shopping bag, Zhu Qing first looked at her warily, saw her politely nod towards him, and then floated out from the window in the corridor.

Zhuqing opened the door with the key, and when she entered the room, she found that dynamic pop music was playing in the room. Wanwan was wearing socks, standing on a yoga mat and doing aerobics with a fitness blogger on TV. Huang Xikong was sitting on the sofa with her back facing her. , holding Wanwan's Rubik's Cube in his hand, and quickly flipped the Rubik's Cube interface with ten fingers.

Xia Zhihuai was holding a bowl of pear soup and looking at the balcony ecstatically.

The atmosphere in the house is harmonious, but a little subtle.

Not sure what's going on?
It should be related to the beautiful female ghost who just left.

Could it be that Master Huang's little girlfriend from outside came to the door, so Landlord Xia was unhappy?

Zhuqing's thoughts diverged, Huang Xikong and Xia Zhihuai looked back at her together: "Why are you standing at the door?"

He didn't move, and was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Oh, it's okay, I just met a female ghost at the door."

Xia Zhihuai couldn't put it into words: "Oh, it's okay, that's Huang Xikong's concubine."

Zhu Qing looked at Huang Xikong, who had a dangerous look in his eyes, and immediately floated into the kitchen with the shopping bag in hand, and started making dinner.

Huang Xikong picked up the popcorn bucket on the table and threw a few popcorns at Xia Zhihuai's face.

"If you don't spread rumors, you will die?"

Xia Zhihuai picked up the popcorn and threw it into his mouth, and said solemnly: "No, but if you are not comfortable, I will be happy."

Huang Xikong was speechless: "...childish."

Like Wanwan, she is three and a half years old this year, no more.

Wanwan was sweating profusely from jumping, and looked back at Xia Zhihuai: "Brother, I want to drink pear soup."

She was scolded for eating too much just now, so she smelled the smell of pear soup and never dared to open her mouth to ask.

I have been exercising for half an hour now, and there is room for a bowl of sweet pear soup in my stomach.

Seeing her bright eyes, Xia Zhihuai stretched out his hand to stroke her belly like a dog that is greedy for bones.

"Just a small bowl."

Wanwan immediately jumped off the yoga mat, put on her slippers and ran to the kitchen, shouting, "Sister Zhuqing, I want pear soup, big bowl, super big bowl."

Xia Zhihuai: "..." Emotions are ears with word filters.

"Tao Wanwan, don't pass the imperial edict falsely."

Xia Zhihuai's violent voice passed from the living room to the kitchen, full of menace.

Wanwan squatted in the kitchen and took out a big bowl from it: "Use this, I can kill it."

Zhu Qing looked at her in embarrassment: "Boss Xia won't let me, I dare not."

In this family, certain issues cannot be on the wrong side.

Once the position is wrong...

Her kind of little devil living in the cracks is about to die.

Wanwan held the big bowl, put it on her head, and squatted in the corner of the cabinet angrily: "Why do I just have a stomach?"

It would be nice to have four.

Wouldn't it be able to cook delicious food all over the world? !
Zhuqing filled a small bowl for her, took the big bowl off her head, and put it in the sink.

"I'll take it out for you, be careful not to burn it."

Zhuqing floated out of the kitchen holding a small bowl full, and Wanwan chased after her out.

After putting down the bowl, Zhuqing looked at Huang Xikong, and asked cautiously: "Does Master Huang want to drink the little diao pear soup?"

Huang Xikong shook his head.

He had drank Xiaodiaoli soup before his death, and it was a special drink at a tea stall in a small city in the north.

Later, he tasted the pear soup made by many people, but none of them tasted as good as the pear soup seller surnamed Liang.

"In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, but Wushan is not a cloud." Huang Xikong sighed in a low voice.

Having tasted the best, it's hard to compare the others.

Xia Zhihuai looked at Zhuqing's disappointed expression, and interjected at the right time: "Leave him alone, he's just hypocritical. Besides, Wushan is not a cloud, drink some pear soup cooked by someone else, I'll be wronged to death."

Zhu Qing couldn't help laughing, turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Huang Xikong turned his head to look at Xia Zhihuai: "You are very good at mocking recently."

"Of course, it's all thanks to your words and deeds." Huang Xikong's forehead veins throbbed: "..." This yin and yang idiom sounded very familiar.

Wanwan "hulu" drank a big mouthful of pear soup, and listened to the two of them quarreling, looking very calm.

She was overwhelmed by the sweet soup, sitting on the cushion, shaking her little body, sighed softly: "It's delicious."

My lord, it's very strange.

Inexplicably hurting the spring and sorrowing the autumn, I don't know how to cherish the soup in front of me.

……

At noon the next day, Xia Zhihuai received a call from Ling Hang, saying that the identity of the corpse had been verified.

She was indeed called Han Rumei during her lifetime.

There are records of her missing report in the police system.

Han Rumei is a female teacher who was 23 years old when she disappeared.

She previously taught in an elementary school in Mengcheng, teaching fifth grade Chinese.

Because she is very beautiful, many people pursue her.

There is a more famous one who has been stalking her.

The man's family is relatively rich, and his name is Xiao Silun.

Han Rumei rejected this person three times, but the person still refused to give up his pursuit, so Han Rumei resigned from the primary school in Mengcheng and prepared to work in a primary school in S City in order to avoid this person's entanglement.

But in September, Han Rumei didn't join the job for a long time, and the school didn't get in touch with her. In the end, she sent emails and text messages but got no response, thinking that the other party had already sought another job, so she had to give up.

By October, Han Rumei's parents couldn't contact her, so they went to the school in City S to look for someone.

But was told by the school that the person did not come to join the job.

So Han's father and Han's mother immediately called the police and began to look for the missing daughter.

The two of them have always suspected that Xiao Silun hid their daughter, but Xiao Silun later got a girlfriend. Han's father and mother also went to see Xiao Silun with the police. The other party said that they didn't know about Han Rumei going to S city, and the police didn't find her later. Useful clues, so Han Rumei completely became a missing person.

The person has been missing for many years. Han Rumei's mother died of a heart attack last year.

Only her father and a younger brother who just turned 20 are left at home.

……

Ling Hang stood outside the dissection room of the forensic doctor, looked through the door at Father Han and Han Rumei's younger brother kneeling in front of the autopsy table, sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the door, and said to Xia Zhihuai with his mobile phone: "Han Rumei His soul is still there, isn't it?"

Xia Zhihuai: "Yes."

"Is she coming to the police station to see her father and brother?"

Xia Zhihuai went to Huang Xikong and asked him to contact Han Rumei.

Half an hour later, Han Rumei appeared outside the forensic laboratory. She looked at her white-haired father from a distance, but she didn't have any memories. She just felt in a bad mood. Hearing the heart-wrenching cry, her eyes were sore, thinking shed tears.

But there seemed to be no tears.

She raised her hand to touch her eyes, then turned her head to look at Xia Zhihuai blankly: "Should I go in?"

Xia Zhihuai looked calm: "You decide yourself, if you see him first, I have a piece of talisman paper here, and I can pass it to him on your behalf."

Han Rumei looked down at the talisman paper in his palm, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I can recover my memories when I was alive?"

Xia Zhihuai glanced at Ling Hang beside him, pondered for a moment before saying: "I think forgetting may not be a kind of happiness."

It's not a good thing for a gentle ghost like her to think of the fears she experienced before she died.

"Maybe it's something that was destined somewhere, I hope you can leave without resentment, and go to your next life that is peaceful and stable."

Han Rumei stared at his palm in a daze, listening to the wailing inside, a tear of blood suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

After the tears of blood fell, they floated directly to her palm.

Xia Zhihuai looked at her sadly, not knowing what to do for a while.

I heard that ghosts have no tears.

A ghost who can cry is probably going to be out of his wits.

He immediately called Wanwan, told her about the situation, and asked her how to stabilize Han Rumei's ghost.

Wanwan was quiet for a while, then hesitated and said, "Not necessarily."

(End of this chapter)