He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The voice just fell.

The entire sixth-floor corridor fell into a deathly silence.

All the police officers looked in the direction Yang Guang was pointing.

The beam of the powerful flashlight shone down, and there was only that withered old man wearing a yellowed old man's undershirt.

The old man's chest was even rising and falling with his breathing.

What they didn't know was that this was actually just the mechanical rise and fall of the chest, a habit the walkers maintained in life, used to numb themselves.

The captain's face instantly turned dark.

Are you kidding me?

I've been a criminal investigator for twenty years, and I still can't tell the difference between the living and the dead?

Are you sick?

The captain squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, then swung his hand sharply, about to have someone shove this rambling lunatic back against the wall and rub him against it.

"Eh? Eh? Eh!"

"stop!"

Yang Guang suddenly put his index finger up in front of his lips, making an extremely exaggerated and forceful shushing gesture.

"Shh!"

"Quiet!"

"Officer, I'm begging you, please just stand here and don't say a word or ask a single question."

"Please don't bother me!"

"You just need to stay here and watch!"

"Afterwards, you can arrest me however you want, sentence me however you want, even if you have to send me to shooting practice, I'll accept it, okay?"

Yang Guang spoke at a speed like a Gatling gun firing, without any pauses whatsoever.

He didn't give the police any chance to interrupt.

The captain's hand gesture, which was waving in mid-air, stopped.

This kid's attitude is too confident right now.

That sense of desperation, even disregarding life and death, was not feigned at all.

The captain made a very brief tactical gesture.

Everyone stay put and wait.

The shields firmly blocked the gate, and everyone remained on high alert.

Yang Guang saw that the group had finally quieted down.

Hidden strength and name.

He put his hands into his faded trouser pockets and straightened his back instantly.

Switch to working status in seconds!

The helplessness and anxiety on his face vanished instantly, and his facial muscles quickly adjusted.

In the blink of an eye.

Instead, there was a warm, spring-like smile.

Yang Guang stepped over the threshold, enduring the strong stench, and walked directly to the old man, stopping less than two meters away.

A strong smell of aged vinegar mixed with the odor of a dead rat that had been fermenting for a month hit my nostrils.

Yang Guang gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the churning in his stomach: "Grandpa, your grandson's name is Tongtong, right?"

"I just ran into him downstairs!"

Yang Guang turned his head and pointed very naturally to the empty corridor outside.

"This brat insists on giving you a surprise."

"I saw him sneak into the house just now, probably hiding somewhere to give you a scare."

"Try calling out twice, I guarantee they'll come out!"

Yang Guang's words were mainly meant to deceive people.

The police officers holding shields outside the door were all dumbfounded.

What on earth is this kid doing?

Where did this person come from?

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately turned around, dragging his worn-out blue plastic slippers, and shouted towards the dark bedroom.

"Tongtong!"

"Come out!"

"Stop hiding, Grandpa saw you!"

The room was eerily silent.

But in Yang Guang's vision, an extremely strange change occurred.

Suddenly, a large patch of foul-smelling, murky water seeped out from the bottom edge of the door facing the bathroom.

Water stains spread rapidly forward along the cracks in the old living room floor, making a soft "gurgling" sound.

Followed by.

A small figure gradually emerged from the shadows of the bathroom.

It was the same little guy who had asked Yang Guang to take him home earlier.

He was 1.2 meters tall and wearing a faded blue Ultraman short-sleeved shirt.

He was soaking wet, with yellowish-brown water droplets dripping down his trouser legs and splashing onto the floor.

His completely black eyes stared at Yang Guang for a moment.

Then.

The little water ghost ran straight towards the old man.

"grandfather!"

Tongtong let out a sharp, piercing scream, jumped up suddenly, and pounced into the old man's arms.

Yang Guang quickly took a small step back and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Absolutely.

The bond between grandfather and grandson in the underworld is truly touching.

But from the perspective of the police officers outside the door, the scene was absolutely terrifying!

These mortal police officers can't see ghosts at all!

All they could see was this old man, who reeked of a nauseating stench and had terrifying patches on his face, suddenly spreading his arms wide in front of a ball of air in the center of the living room.

then.

The old man pulled his arms inward forcefully.

The movement was executed with perfect fluidity, a standard "hug the child" motion.

His left hand was suspended in mid-air, palm down, stroking the air repeatedly.

This happened so suddenly.

The sight of the burly special police officers, each carrying a gun, left them completely bewildered.

The battle-hardened captain's arm hairs immediately stood on end, and a layer of fine goosebumps spread from the inside of his wrist all the way to the back of his neck.

He even unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Is this old man schizophrenic?

Are you hallucinating?

The old man was completely absorbed in his own world.

He lowered his head, talking to the empty space in his arms, his voice hoarse and full of affection: "Where did you run off to?"

"Why did it take so long to buy an ice cream?"

"Why are you so wet?"

"Did it fall into the ditch?"

"Quick, Grandpa will wipe it for you."

The old man casually took a tattered, blackened towel from his shoulder and began frantically wiping it up and down in the empty air.

His serious expression made it seem as if he were really wiping a child who had just been pulled out of the water.

The captain's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He turned his head and glanced awkwardly at Yang Guang, who was standing by the door.

Yang Guang turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

He extended his right index finger, pointed at the old man inside the house, and made a shushing gesture, telling them to just watch.

The old man looked extremely happy after wiping the air.

His previously emaciated body even straightened up a bit: "Tongtong, are you hungry?"

"Grandpa bought groceries, he'll cook you something delicious right away!"

"Go sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while. Don't wander around, it'll be quick!"

Done.

The old man turned around, dragged his slippers, and walked into the old-fashioned kitchen, whose walls were already blackened by cooking fumes.

soon.

Very clear sounds came from the kitchen.

And this moment.

The old television in the living room turned on by itself without any interference.

Furthermore, it was switched to the children's channel.

The sound of a kitchen knife forcefully chopping on a wooden cutting board carried evenly and dully into the living room.

Followed by.

The old gas stove clicked open, followed by the sizzling sound of hot oil being poured into the pan.

The spatula was frantically stirring the food in the wok.

Everything was so full of life, so normal that it felt abnormal.

The young police officers standing behind the riot shields looked at each other, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of each of them.

The scene and the smell completely overturned all their common sense since they were dispatched.

A chill ran from the soles of their feet all the way to the tops of their heads; they had never seen anything like it before.

Even the captain of the criminal investigation team felt his legs go weak at this moment.

Not scientific!

That's just so illogical!