Chapter 1901 Living with Mr. Ghost 23 Things 16

Jinchen didn't find the red mist of unknown origin, so he told the hanged ghost to continue looking for clues and hurried home to accompany the insecure little bee.

But Xia Tan’s condition was not right.

Jinchen hadn't noticed it when he returned home. He kissed Xia Tan as usual, then smiled and pinched her blushing face.

"Why do you look unhappy?"

Xia Tan lowered his eyes, curled up on the sofa and looked up at Jinchen, his long eyelashes fluttering, and he shook his head.

"I'm not unhappy."

Xia Tan answered seriously. Jin Chen moved closer, his nose touching Xia Tan's, and said in a bewitching voice, "You are hiding a secret from me."

"Little bee, you are not obedient."

Xia Tan was easily drawn into the absurd memories of last night by the ambiguous tone. At the moment the distance was too close, and she pushed Jin Chen's shoulder with red ears, complaining a little.

"How could I not be obedient? It was obviously you..."

"What about me?"

Jinchen's lips were close to Xia Tan's ear, and his voice was seductively low, with a hint of coolness from the summer night.

Xia Tan was held in his arms. Perhaps because Jin Chen had just returned from a fight outside, he forgot to regulate his body temperature. Xia Tan shivered from the cold and refused to be held.

"You're colder than ice when you hug me, I won't hug you."

Jinchen stopped, Jinchen was dissatisfied.

Without saying a word, he held Xia Tan in his arms and deliberately pressed his cold face close to her warm neck. His dark peach blossom eyes clearly caught Xia Tan's slight tremor.

Xia Tan was afraid again.

There was none before I left home in the morning.

Jinchen finally realized something was wrong. He pinched Xia Tan's chin and lifted her up, stroking her soft skin dangerously.

"Xiao Tan, who did you meet and what did you do when you went out?"

"If you're afraid of me, Xiao Tan, I'll be sad."

Having said that, Jinchen's voice was hoarse, and there was only an extreme and sinister danger in it, without any sadness at all.

Like a deadly serpent from hell.

The sky was getting darker and darker. The lights in the living room were off and the gauze curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn. The light that came in was a silver between night and dusk. It was extremely quiet and made people feel extremely lonely.

But at this moment in Xia Tan's heart, this feeling of loneliness was replaced by the man in front of her.

Xia Tan clutched the fabric on Jinchen's shoulders tightly until his knuckles turned white. Reason told him that he must escape, but he slowly approached and gently pressed against Jinchen's neck.

"Don't be so fierce..."

Xia Tan's tone was a little aggrieved, and there was even more fear that could not be concealed, "If you are fierce, I will be afraid."

He looked up at Jinchen, his eyelashes wet, "You are a ghost, I am afraid of you anyway."

Jin Chen's dark eyes flashed with a dark light. He gently wiped his tears and lowered his head to kiss the corner of his lips. "When have I ever been mean to you? You are used to wrongly accusing others."

"It's outside."

Xia Tan leaned carefully into his arms, and after obediently accepting the kiss, she simply kept her head down and asked tentatively, "We found another dead person today."

"Jinze...did you kill him?"

Jinchen was stunned, "Jinze is dead?"

He clearly spared the life of that rubbish.

But in this situation, Jinchen's answer was no different from an admission.

Xia Tan looked at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Jin Chen realized something belatedly, and a malicious mockery flashed across his eyes, "Xia Tan, you suspect that I killed Jin Ze."

"Is it you?" Xia Tan just asked.

"No."

Jinchen didn't want to take the blame, but he was too lazy to explain it in depth. He himself didn't quite understand the situation.

"Jinze's death is not a pity. You are a reporter, not a policeman. Why do you care so much?"

Jin Chen breathed into Xia Tan's ear, his smile somewhat dark, "Didn't the police figure out which ghost killed him?"

Jinchen was confident that he would not be the one to blame, but then he heard Xia Tan's puzzled question.

"Why did you want to kill them?"

The smile on Jinchen's lips disappeared, and the curved line only showed danger. "Who are they?"

"...That's right, the people who died during this period." Xia Tan's voice was even lower.

Jinchen gazed at the lover in front of him quietly, stroking her soft cheek with the back of his fingers, nonchalantly.

"Jiang Wen, Jin Bing or Jin Ze?"

Xia Tan's shoulders trembled slightly, and she didn't know where she got the courage from, but she suddenly hugged Jin Chen's neck and said in a dissatisfied tone, "You are mean to me again."

Jinchen: "..."

Xia Tan quietly looked up at Jinchen's helpless expression, leaned back with drooping eyelashes, and pursed the corners of her lips.

Phew, it’s still scary.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 35! 】

Jinchen's unhappy expression faded a little, and he pushed Xia Tan down onto the sofa, kissing her fiercely and violently, leaving the person under him unable to control himself and whimpering incoherently from being knocked around.

Xia Tan was kissed until she was limp as water. All the messy thoughts disappeared. A blush appeared on her cheeks and pleading was revealed in her misty eyes. She tried to push Jin Chen away but his wrist was easily grabbed and she could no longer move at all.

"Be good, don't mention this next time."

Jin Chen's low tone was full of gloom, he bit her earlobe and rubbed it gently, "Don't make me angry, they are dead, understand."

"……well."

Xia Tan snorted softly, and was forced to raise his neck, looking dazed and trance-like. However, Jinchen did not catch the fleeting fear and doubt in his eyes.

-

After that day, Xia Tan heard from Lian Min that the families of Jin Bing and Jin Ze had reappeared and were preparing to perform the cremation ceremony.

Even if the news agency did not force him to do so, Xia Tan did not know whether he would continue to work in the news agency. He still wanted to follow up the entire case from beginning to end.

Jinchen said he was not the murderer.

Xia Tan instinctively wanted to believe what he said, so he became even more curious about who the murderer was and what their relationship was with Jinchen.

At the cremation ceremony, their mother cried bitterly and was very sad.

The death of two sons in a short period of time obviously dealt a great shock to the mother, and half of her hair turned almost white.

Many friends came to pay their respects.

Just as Officer Cui said, the Jinbing brothers are brave and upright as described by their friends and relatives.

He helps people in need and has hardly ever done anything bad in his life. He also has the ability to read people's fortunes. He is a truly good person, but now he has been killed one after another.

"That's such a pity." Lian Min rarely looked serious, shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that the dead can't be resurrected, let alone killed by a ghost."

After hearing these words, Xia Tan became more and more confused about what kind of conflict such a person could have with Jinchen that would make him say something like "death is not a pity".

"It's so abominable that the Ghost King killed them!" Lian Min sighed again.

Xia Tan listened to the crying of Jin Bing's brothers, relatives and friends, and watched them chasing the bodies into the crematorium. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

"Xiao Lian." Xia Tan called softly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Lian Min looked at him in confusion, "Why do you look worse than them?"

Xia Tan hesitated and said, "I talked to the ghost in the house I mentioned before for a long time last night."

"He said he wanted revenge and that everything he did had reasons and hardships."

Lian Min scratched his hair, "But Xiao Tan, aren't ghosts very good at confusing people?"

"How do you know if he is lying to you?"

Xia Tan was certain, "He won't lie to me."

Lian Min leaned over to look at him and joked, "You said you didn't like that ghost brother."

“It tastes really good!”

Xia Tan: “…”

"Okay, don't worry about it." Lian Min put his hand on Xia Tan's shoulder. "Didn't you say that the master would be here tomorrow? Why don't you ask the master? He must know more about ghosts than we do."

"Well... you're right."