My ghost wives all want to kill me?

"It's nothing."

Standing next to the coffee table behind the sofa, "Ghost" watched Liu Sheng carefully push open the bedroom door. After looking for a few seconds, he turned his head triumphantly, wanting to show off to his companions.

But just when he turned around, Liu Sheng caught a glimpse of the urn that was slightly hidden by the "ghost" on the coffee table. The black and white photo on it happened to be facing his direction.

Liu Sheng suddenly stopped with a breath, his body was like a robot that had lost power, and he took a few steps back.

"Has he seen me?"

The "ghost"'s mind didn't turn around for a while. It took him a while to see the urn next to him before he realized what he was doing.

"Maybe I'm scared. Let me change the direction."

Liu Sheng was so frightened by this sudden scene that he couldn't say a word for a long time. With his chest heaving violently, he raised his hands tremblingly. Before he could say anything, his pupils suddenly opened.

The urn on the table actually moved its direction, so that the side with the photo faced the ajar door.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! There's a ghost!!"

His head exploded with a bang, and the impact of witnessing the supernatural phenomenon with his own eyes was definitely not something that could be described in a few words. Liu Sheng screamed and ran towards the door in panic.

When he was approaching the door, he suddenly fell to the ground, as if he mistakenly thought it was a ghost in the house who was unwilling to let him go. Liu Sheng cried for his father and crawled out of the house.

"Let me go, I was wrong, please, let me go, I will never dare to come here again, never again?!"

"what happened?"

The other two people who came out of the kitchen were startled by Liu Sheng's voice. Wang Zixi, who was wearing a red scarf, was about to walk over and ask what was going on when his eyes glanced at the "innocent" urn on the coffee table.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

......

Ten minutes later, the "ghost" stood beside the urn blankly. There were many strangers around the door. The "ghost" who was originally happy that his loneliness was broken suddenly became a little embarrassed again.

He didn't know if there was anyone outside the door to take him home. When the door opened completely, the scene that appeared was not the scene he had imagined.

"It's so scary. This must be a haunted house. Who would do something so careless?"

"Damn it, I live right across the door. Damn it, I thought no one lived in this house."

"Where's the landlord, where's the landlord, refund the money! Damn it, you arranged for the dead to live in the house with the living, your conscience is being eaten by dogs!"

"Mom, I'm afraid."

"Don't look, it's okay, it's okay."

"The police are coming, get out of the way, get out of the way."

"Ghost" stood awkwardly next to his urn. He meant no harm, but his face was full of fear and contempt.

He wanted to hide with his urn, but he was afraid that the person who picked him up would not be able to find him.

"Come on, give in, give in, don't affect the handling of the case!"

"Who called the police just now?"

"I, Comrade Police, come here quickly, someone is killing people in this house!"

I don’t know how long this noisy sound lasted. Several uniformed policemen came in. After a brief inquiry and learned the reason, a policeman wearing a mask and white gloves took away the “ghost”’s urn and the others. The police stayed to collect evidence.

A lot of people suddenly flooded into the room, and the "ghost" became very uncomfortable. He thought someone might be taking him home, so after thinking for a moment, he followed the policeman who was holding his urn.

The city was once again covered in darkness, and the night view looked particularly beautiful. There were many people watching the excitement on the first floor of the apartment. The "ghost" who followed the police downstairs felt that he was out of tune with the city, as if this was not the place where he should exist.

In the end, the "ghost" followed the policeman to a small room, but soon he was taken away from there and went to another place. As he went around, he met many strange people, but there was no one there. The "ghost" felt familiar, and no one took him home.

In the end, the "ghost" followed his ashes back into the police car and went to another destination he didn't know.

"What's going on? Someone died again?"

The "ghost" was sitting in the back seat, with two young police officers in front of him.

"No, it's a civil dispute. Someone secretly set up a secret house without telling the landlord and neighbors, but it was discovered."

The scenery outside the car window kept receding, and the "ghost" watched blankly.

"Who is so wicked?"

"It hasn't been found out yet. The staff at the crematorium said it was a woman with a nice voice and provided her mobile phone number. Team Wang checked and found that the number had been canceled a month ago."

The two policemen in front were chatting, and the "ghost" was sitting in the back confused, wondering why he had such a long way home.

"Can the owner of the number still be found?"

"It should be possible, Team Wang and the others are doing it." One of the policemen opened the window and breathed: "It's a small case anyway, nothing special."

"You have been handling too many big cases recently, and you don't even look down on small cases like this." The policeman driving the car was a little envious.

"It's not a big case. It's all trivial matters. I'm still very tired. I don't have much credit and I can't get any points. Take your time and try to become a full-time employee as soon as possible."

"The government food is not delicious."

"Who said it wasn't."

There was silence all the way, and under the gaze of the "ghost", the police car stopped at a place that felt slightly familiar to him.

The policeman who was holding the urn at first came out and took out the box wrapped in white cloth from the trunk.

"Have I been here before?"

After getting off the car and standing next to the police, the "ghost" stared at the huge black figure not far away, looking very confused.

No memory emerged, but an unwarranted familiarity appeared.

"Comrade police, I'm sorry to ask you to go there in person."

From the security hall at the door, two men wearing white gloves walked out. One of them looked older and he hurriedly bent down to greet them.

"It's okay, it should be. Captain Wang means to keep it with you for a while. If no one claims it after investigation, you can just deal with it together."

The young policeman handed the urn in his hand to the slightly older man in front of him. The other man nodded and took it, then stuffed it into the arms of the stunned apprentice at the side.

"Okay, okay, okay, it was originally our negligence that caused trouble for the police comrades. Then who, Xiao Zhao, go and ask Lao Sun and the others to get a glass of water. Let the police comrades take a rest first." took the lead. The man winked crazily at the employee next to him, but it was as if the man didn't see him. He was so angry that he could only kick him.

"No, we have other matters in the bureau, so I won't bother you. Just keep this thing safe. We may cause trouble for you later." The policeman declined politely and stopped staying.

Chapter 669 Awakening from a Dream

"It's okay, it's okay. Comrade policeman, why don't you just take a break and drink some water?"

After beckoning, the policeman who sent the "ghost" over got back into the police car and left the suburban funeral home.

When the taillights of the car were completely dimmed, the man who looked up to see him turned away and glanced angrily at the apprentice next to him.

"I don't have any vision at all."

After the man finished speaking, he walked towards the door of the funeral home. The apprentice who reacted at this time quickly followed with the urn in his arms.

"Master Qisheng, we haven't committed anything, so do we need to nod and bow like this?"

If his urn is taken away, the "ghost" will naturally have to change places.

"You know what the heck, in this remote location of our factory, do you know how many orders come from the public?"

"If you don't give me a salary increase, what's the point of knowing?" The apprentice was slightly unconvinced. The two of them did not go in through the front door, but followed the long corridor on the front side and entered a side door.

"We are not going to give us a salary increase, but if the problem is with us, do you think the people above will cause trouble for us? If you look familiar in front of the public, the boss will have to think about it if he wants to fire you."

Qi Sheng persuaded him with sincerity. Seeing that his apprentice was still a little unconvinced, he sighed again and added: "It's easy to live now, and it's hard to find a job with a low salary. It's hard to find a job like this, but it's better. Take it easy, stay honest day by day, don't always look at the post-00s rectification of the workplace, do you have any family or family background? Just rectify it, it's better if others don't rectify you."

The apprentice who followed behind made a few perfunctory remarks and said nothing more. Qi Sheng also knew that his few words could not change anything, so he said no more.

The two of them held the urn and turned left and right into a narrow corridor. The "ghost" looked around along the way, always feeling that this place was very familiar.

About four or five minutes later, Qi Sheng, who was taking the lead, stopped in front of an iron door at the end, turned on the lighting mode of his phone, and took out the keys from his pocket.

The familiar scene seemed to make the "ghost" think of something, and the blurry figure became more transparent.

"Okay, put it in quickly."

Without turning on the light, the apprentice holding the urn walked skillfully to a row of iron racks and placed the "ghost's" urn in the vacant space in the middle, as if it had been prepared for him.

"Let's go."

The two closed the door and left, and the cramped room once again fell into boundless darkness.

"I'm waiting for someone to take me home."

The "ghost" stood next to his urn and stared at the other door again. His body became more and more blurred and he waited without a response. What was left was only a lonely soul, and the obsession that supported it kept opening and closing doors. inside, gradually disappearing.

He couldn't remember how many times the door was opened, nor did he remember the time each time the light penetrated the room. The "ghost" waited numbly for the door to open again, and this time it remained unchanged.

The nurse placed several new urns, and while talking and laughing, the door closed again.

"I'm waiting for someone to take me home."

.......

"But, I forgot her name."

......

"Maybe she also forgot my name."

The black body disappeared little by little, and the "ghost" already knew that no one would take her home again.

"Big idiot, haha, I finally found you."

"You don't think we have a chance to say a word?"

"I have prepared a gift. Li Gui, please wait a moment."

"Sister Yiyi, mine is also in there!"

Just when the "ghost" was about to erase the last trace of his existence, familiar voices suddenly sounded in his ears. There was no corresponding memory, but they seemed particularly unforgettable.

Almost as an instinctive reaction, "Ghost" turned around immediately.

One after another, familiar figures appeared behind the "ghost" without knowing when.

They carry the memory of this love across the distance between life and death.

......

Opening his eyes suddenly, Li Gui suddenly sat up, breathing heavily, like a person who had been drowning for a long time and suddenly woke up.

His back and forehead were covered in cold sweat, his dilated pupils were unfocused, and his hands and feet were cold. Only then did he feel the warmth of his body.

"Ouch!?" The sudden move caused a girl lying next to the bed to fall to the ground. Li Guiyi didn't pay attention for a moment. After regaining his sense, he raised the hand that was dripping, and when he moved his fingers, he still had a look in his eyes. Hard to believe.

"I'm alive?"

The white walls, the bright sunshine outside the window, the soft quilt on his body, and the familiar smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose reminded Li Gui all the time that it was just a dream.

It's just that all the experiences in the dream were too real, which made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

Until Li Gui was suddenly hugged by a soft body, and the sound of wailing could be heard in his ears.

"Wow, senior, you, you finally woke up. I, I thought you would never wake up again and became a vegetative state. I planned to take care of you for the rest of my life." Xu Wanru hugged Li Gui's shoulders and loudly said After crying, tears and snot rubbed on Li Gui's face for a while before the latter reacted.

"You mean I fainted but didn't die?"

Pushing Xu Wanru away who was streaming with tears, Li Gui took out a piece of paper and wiped the unknown liquid from his face.

"Uuuuuuu, senior, don't talk nonsense, senior will not die, not at all!!!"

As if to prove this fact, Xu Wanru threw herself on Li Gui and started crying, hitting him on the thigh while crying.

"Senior, do you know how worried I was when I got the call? I thought something happened to my senior and I almost fainted. Senior, please don't scare me, okay?"

The throbbing on the quilt made Li Gui slowly come back to his senses. He looked around and found that he was lying in a separate ward of the hospital.

What I experienced before seemed to be just a dream?

"What's wrong, is Li Gui awake?"

"Oh!"

Before Li Gui could figure it out, the door to the ward was violently pushed open, and two familiar figures walked in.

"Li Gui!"

Wang Xinlan took Xu Meng with her. There were varying degrees of haggardness on their beautiful faces, but when they saw Li Gui waking up, they immediately became overjoyed.