Chapter 1 From the Missions

“From these past few missions, our contact with ghosts is becoming increasingly intimate,” Xia Meng said. “So I think it’s not impossible that we can directly obtain the brocade sack from a ghost in the next mission.”

With just a simple recollection, Fatty knew that Xia Meng was right. According to the doctor last night, the paper figures on their backs eventually turned into ghosts.

Now that the train of thought was clear, the top priority was to determine the identity of Young Master Huang's new bride, and how she died. Only in this way could Young Master Huang's madness be cured.

And this also corresponded to their identity as doctors in this scenario.

“By the way, Doctor,” Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, “Young Master Huang's house also appeared suddenly. It wasn’t in the painting before.”

“Mm,” Jiang Cheng nodded, “We need to take a look at that house when we have time, but now is not the time yet.”

Fatty looked at the sky, turned his head, and said, “Doctor,” he advised, “Didn’t you teach me? Do things sooner rather than later. I’m worried that we’ll have intimate contact with the female ghost tonight.”

“And I think this ghost seems pretty stable during the day,” he added. “We’d better take this opportunity to get more clues, so we have room to maneuver at night.”

Although Fatty's brain wasn’t the sharpest among these people, his ability to imagine things was the strongest. He had already come up with at least dozens of positions for intimate contact with the female ghost.

After constantly imagining the female ghost chasing after him, wanting to give him a French kiss with her several-meter-long tongue, Fatty's face turned pale, and he shivered violently.

Most importantly, according to the doctor's speculation, Young Master Huang should be human, not a ghost. This further strengthened Fatty's determination to explore Young Master Huang's attic.

Xia Meng couldn't bear it any longer and interrupted, “Your doctor probably isn’t worried about encountering a ghost.”

Fatty frowned. Before he could speak, he saw the doctor raise his hand.

“Qiaodou Mayidai,” Jiang Cheng said very formally, “Let me correct you, I’m not someone’s fixed private property, so please don’t use phrases like ‘your doctor’ to describe me.”

Fatty's lips twitched. He thought to himself that they were in a scenario now, and they might die tonight. Couldn't the doctor just be patient and put up with it?

“I belong to all of humanity,” Jiang Cheng raised his head and said in a very proud voice, “I had a fortune teller read my fortune, and he said that I was born with the noble mission of contributing to the propagation of the human race…”

Fatty silently closed the chat box with the doctor.

Xia Meng smashed the monitor.

It wasn't until after breakfast, under Fatty's deliberate matchmaking, that Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng walked together again and continued the previous topic.

“If you’re not worried about ghosts, what are you worried about?” Fatty brought up the topic. “Young Master Huang?”

“Looking at Young Master Huang’s state, if he really is human and not a ghost, I can take on ten of him,” Fatty said in a low voice, “Without breaking a sweat.”

“What about those servants?” Xia Meng gave him a look of concern for intellectually disabled children. “Do you think they’ll just watch Young Master Huang get beaten?”

Fatty thought about it and felt that it wasn't unreasonable. Those wealthy families in TV dramas raised a lot of lackeys specifically to bully honest people and forcibly seize women.

Every time he saw this, Fatty would get furious.

The doctor was the same as Fatty on this point, but the starting point was slightly different.

Fatty couldn't stand the wealthy and powerful young masters bullying ordinary people. The doctor regretted not being born a few hundred years earlier to be a纨绔子弟 (wankuzi弟 -纨绔子弟, a spoiled rich kid) in a wealthy family who forcibly seizes women.

Shaking his head to get rid of the many strange thoughts in his head, Fatty licked his lips, “Then what do you say we should do?”

They wanted to explore Young Master Huang's attic without alarming anyone else, and no one was confident in doing that.

“You… you’re here?” A person ran over from a distance, panting for breath. His chin was covered with a stubble beard. Having only been in the scenario for a few days, Yu Qi looked several years older.

“What do you need us for?”

Yu Qi gasped and said, “Qin Jian… has been found.”

On the shore, a cloth covered a humanoid object. Zuo Jing and the others stood by the cloth, silently watching, as if in mourning, but even Fatty knew that this wasn't real.

Fatty didn't dare to go up and look. He just shrank back and craned his neck to peek.

Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng walked over.

Walking forward and bowing slightly, Jiang Cheng lifted a corner of the cloth, looked at it for a while, and then covered it back. Unlike Xia Meng's consistently indifferent expression, Jiang Cheng bowed to Qin Jian before leaving.

Then, under Fatty's astonished gaze, he walked to Zuo Jing, Chen Qiang, and others who were standing in a row not far from the corpse, and shook hands with them one by one.

“Doctor,” looking at Jiang Cheng, who was calmly walking back, Fatty quickly asked, “What’s the situation with Qin Jian? How exactly did he die?”

Jiang Cheng hadn't gotten over his acting addiction yet, revealing a trace of mourning, sniffing, and after his emotions eased a bit, he looked at Fatty and said in a low voice, “Qin Jian said he’s doing well, and told you not to worry about him, just live your own life well. Burn some paper money for him when you have time. There are no marriage law restrictions over there, so he can still take a concubine or two.”

Fatty's head was buzzing. Then he looked at Qin Jian lying there covered with a cloth and felt that if he had a spirit in heaven, he would be so angry that he would come back to life if he heard the doctor arranging him like this.

Not daring to look at the doctor, Fatty turned his head to Xia Meng, staring at her with expectant eyes.

“Same as Tang Shirou, the skin was peeled off, and some of the flesh and internal organs were missing, probably eaten by the fish in the lake,” Xia Meng said with her arms crossed, not being polite to Qin Jian in her words. It seemed that this old guy’s people skills were really bad.

“Who found the body?” Jiang Cheng asked, tilting his head.

Chen Qiang seemed to want to answer, but he closed his mouth again after unconsciously noticing that Zuo Jing was looking at him. In the end, Zuo Jing glanced at Jiang Cheng and said calmly, “It was Shi Liaozhi.”

“Where is he?”

“Over there,” Zuo Jing gestured. “He was a little traumatized. Mr. An is with him.”

After hearing An Xuan's name, Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng immediately walked over. Passing through a small grove, they first heard a very soft, comforting voice.

Then, following the sound, they saw An Xuan and Shi Liaozhi sitting beside him.

Shi Liaozhi's emotions seemed to be very low. He was startled when he saw Jiang Cheng and the others suddenly walking out of the woods, and his face also turned ugly.

“Let me talk to you,” An Xuan stood up, walked over, and said in a very soft tone, “Mr. Shi’s emotions are still unstable, please don’t disturb him for now. You can ask me any questions you have.”

Jiang Cheng let out a breath and looked at him with very sincere eyes. Then he stepped forward, shook his hand, and said while shaking, “Mr. An, you are so kind. Miss Tang Shirou’s spirit in heaven will definitely bless you.”