Chapter 118: A big meal requires matching tableware

Chapter 118: A big meal requires matching tableware

Chapter 118: A big meal requires matching tableware
Tan Wenjie got the private room in the police station as he wished.

As a captain of the Republic of China police, he had a lot of experience in locking others up, but he had very few chances to be locked up himself.

And what a coincidence, the thief Snake Ming happened to live next door.

"Boy, what are you looking at!"

Shezai Ming was in a bad mood. Today he was unlucky enough to be caught just after stealing something, and then the police pretended to be a ghost to trick the stolen goods out of him.

It's the time when everyone is unhappy.

Tan Wenjie said, "You look a lot like a friend of mine named Awei, but he's a policeman."

"Are you kidding me?" Shezaiming said with a look of disbelief.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie actually closed his eyes, Shezaiming asked: "Are you pretending to be an expert by not saying anything?"

He has everything except curiosity.

Eh? Really not!

"Boy, do you really think I want to know?"

"Boy, you are in trouble. My curiosity is very expensive. Dada Dada Dafei, do you know that I am the boss!"

"Kid, tell me about that bad boy named Awei. I'm not just curious. I just listened reluctantly because I saw that you really wanted to talk about it."

Tan Wenjie raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "The arrogant one has retired."

She doesn't have blonde hair, a miniskirt or flat breasts, but she still dares to be tsundere.

He closed his eyes again and decided to get some sleep because he was going to have a great time tonight.

Time passes bit by bit.

At night, the air is filled with ghosts.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

In the backyard of the police station, Jin Macky, Meng Chao and Meili were burning paper money and paper figures.

Tonight is the Hungry Ghost Festival. For decades, the police station has been burning paper on this night. Everyone just treats it as a mission. They get reimbursed anyway. And after working in this line of work for a long time and coming into contact with people who died for various reasons, most people, except for the young and inexperienced, believe that there are ghosts in the world.

"Did he really fight more than a dozen people by himself?" Meili asked.

"Yeah." Meng Chao recalled the scene he saw during the day. He had never seen such a fierce person.

Kim McKee added: "He is very powerful, but his brain is not normal."

This is the first time I have seen someone strongly requesting to stay overnight in the police station.

If Jin Macky hadn't argued for his point, the other party would have been kicked out long ago... Jin Macky still wanted to get back at the other party and give him a good beating.

Next time, handcuff the person’s hands on the table and then have a fair fight again!
Jin McKee stuffed a paper man in pink clothes into the fire barrel and said, "I heard that our police station was a Japanese military camp more than 30 years ago. After Japan surrendered, they committed suicide by seppuku. They were not at peace even after death, so the police station is often haunted."

"Haunted..." The beautiful expression suddenly looked a little strange.

"what happened?"

"The man you arrested today claimed to be a ghost hunter and said the police station was haunted. He said he wanted to stay because he saw a ghost. Didn't you read the transcript?"

"Tsk, of course I don't believe it." X2
They are very unhappy to see the beautiful and infatuated look on your face. There are two handsome guys in front of you, but you actually prefer that greasy-haired and powdered pretty boy over the one closest to you. You deserve to be so miserable tonight and have to burn paper money with two losers.

Ok?
Ah!
Black smoke billowed, and the paper man curled up in the fire, turning into ashes that flew into the sky with the smoke.

……

Tan Wenjie suddenly opened his eyes.

coming!

The smell of paper ash and incense and candles is overwhelming. The low-quality paper figures have a very pungent smell when burned.

Nowadays, people don’t take paper figures seriously and use plastic paper. The fire produced by burning it produces billowing black smoke, just like a doll that has not been cleaned and has a bad smell. It would be strange if ghosts would like to use it.

Amidst the giggles, a paper female ghost came over, waving a pink handkerchief. She seemed to be attracted by Tan Wenjie and stopped at the door of the cell, looking at him with a smile.

"The craftsmanship is very crude, and it's totally not as good as the paper figurines made by Zhu's Jilehao." Tan Wenjie looked at the paper figurines. His yin-yang eyes could see ghosts, so a mere paper figurine could not fool his eyes.

Seeing a paper man posing in front of me, I felt a little uncomfortable.

According to the script, if I want to go to the haunted cave, do I have to pretend to be seduced? But it's very difficult.

"Too ugly, change a batch!"

The paper man never thought that there would be such a day. In the paper shop owner's mind, she was a great beauty.

He trembled in anger.

"Hey, hey, give it to me!" Snake Ming from the next door shouted, "Hey, it's me, I don't mind it!"

Tan Wenjie: "You are really hungry."

The paper man didn't hesitate and turned around and floated to the door of Shezaiming's cell, using the same trick to seduce him.

Tan Wenjie was very curious about what kind of enchanting scene Shezaiming had seen. He could only see the paper ghost floating there stiffly.

Since I obtained the Yin-Yang eyes, I have lost the filters and beauty of the ghost world. I don’t have to worry about riding the wrong ghost in the future, but it also loses a lot of fun.

Just like now, I finally made it to the beauty trap, but because I didn’t have beauty filters, the cheap snake boy knew it.

Of course, if he were allowed to choose, he would definitely choose to see the ghost's original appearance. To ghosts, people with strong yang energy are a great tonic, regardless of gender.

If you accidentally ride on an ugly male ghost, you will be in trouble.

Click, the door opposite opened.

A VIP guest!
The paper female ghost took Snake Ming away.

"You're just going to ignore me like this? You're very principled." Tan Wenjie looked at Shezaiming who was leaving and kicked the door.

boom!
The cell door was kicked open and he strode out, quickening his pace to catch up.

After running two steps forward, Shezaiming suddenly made a move to push the door open, and his figure disappeared. "Ghost realm?"

Sure enough, the level 5 [Secret Realm] is not that simple. Tan Wenjie knows a lot of ghosts, but there are few that can form their own space. At least he has never seen anything like this among ghosts.

In fact, he didn't understand one thing. Since there was a master who could seal Colonel Miyake here, why didn't he just kill him? From the movie, Colonel Miyake was exposed to the sun, and ordinary people like Kim McGee could kill him. There was no reason why a master couldn't do it.

Seal it first, then expose it to the sun for 180 days. Is that difficult?

Why just seal it but not kill it?

Or is someone raising a ghost?
They seem to be doing good things, but in fact they are doing evil, such as Ren Fa's father in "Mr. Vampire".

It's similar here.

"If I had known, I would have pretended that I was bewitched. Unfortunately, my standards for appearance are too high and I can't get past that barrier in my heart."

When Tan Wenjie turned around, he was already wearing the skin that he disliked very much [Ghost Messenger], and it seemed that his breathing was trapped in a sticky environment.

The environment in front of me changed immediately, and a door appeared in front of me.

The moment he opened the door, he took off his ghost skin and his breathing became much more normal. He didn't know how others felt, but he really didn't like being a ghost, especially wearing a layer of ghost skin.

What appeared in front of Tan Wenjie was a club, which was dilapidated and full of shaking corpses.

"Welcome to the club."

A swaying corpse stood in front of Tan Wenjie. The smell was even stronger than the paper man just now. It smelled like a mixture of rotten onions and peppers, with a little bit of fermented bean curd and lemon added.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and poked the talking corpse.

It's neither a ghost nor a zombie.

Most of the corpses he had seen were invulnerable to knives and guns, but this was the first time he had seen a corpse that could be poked with a hole with just a slight poke.

If he hadn't withdrawn his hand in time, he would have been stuck by the green juice gushing out.

Tan Wenjie looked at the rotting face of the corpse and found that the other party was not aware of the pain. He rubbed his index finger on the clothes of the corpse and asked, "What's your name?"

"You can call me Inoue."

“How do you spend money at the club here?”

"Guest, I hope you can have fun."

The corpse couldn't help but move closer to Tan Wenjie.

Her face had rotted away and no expression could be seen, but he was very familiar with the movements. The female ghost Xiaohong had very weak self-control and often hung on Tan Wenjie like this.

It seems that my "Tang Monk's flesh" has worked again.

The bewildered Snake Ming can help take Colonel Miyake out, and for the corpses in the club, the man in front of them exudes a strong yang energy, like a walking hormone, and they will have a strong impulse when they see him.

Colonel Miyake will have the colorful world to enjoy when he goes out. As their skills are too shallow to go out for the time being, it is not too much to eat some good food.

"How can we play?"

"You can play it any way you want!"

"You said it was free."

Mr. Tan had no money in his pocket, but he was used to being generous, so he walked in with his hands behind his back.

I have no money, but I walk out with a sense of conviction with my pockets full of money.

The corpses along the way stood up one by one. Some were wearing cheongsams, some had taken off their cheongsams, some were wearing cheongsams, and some were holding cheongsams.

Those who came to enjoy it were all Japanese officers.

The corpses made the entire ghost realm stink.

They spontaneously gathered around Tan Wenjie, all of them greedy.

“How many people are there in your club now?”

"There are 508 people now." said the service corpse.

"Let them all come over now, regardless of gender, age or status. I want to have a big party. The more people there are, the more fun it will be!"

"Please wait a moment."

Even if Tan Wenjie didn't say it, they would still gather together to share the delicious food.

Tan Wenjie jumped onto the table and looked at the corpses slowly gathering around him, feeling extremely excited.

Finally I can start killing again.

The corpses looked at Tan Wenjie, who was emitting a rich aroma on the table, and their eyes lit up: What a delicious meal.

Tan Wenjie couldn't help but say: Wow, what a feast!
When eating a big meal, you need to use matching tableware.

He squatted down, took out the suitcase, rummaged through it quickly, and pulled out the chainsaw.

Buzz!

The chainsaw hums.

Chainsaw in left hand, machete in right hand.

Are there only Japanese ghosts here? When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

He still remembered that a Sashimi chef once said that if you tell the ingredients "I'm going to eat you", the ingredients will become delicious.

Although he now feels that more than 500 pieces are large enough to fill him up and are delicious enough.

Tan Wenjie: “I’m starting!”

　As long as I updated before 13:00, it will be considered yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)