Fang Yuan leaned on the sofa and recalled the scene just now.

As for the medium, he guessed it was right. The ghost hand could be used as a medium, stretched out from the door and dragged people in, but the ghost hand's own functions could not be used.

He tried to dismember several times before, but he didn't respond.

For the two people just now, if they were replaced by another person, he might not have done anything to them. It was entirely because of these two names that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In fact, the most important thing is to verify his guess.

…

He was a little hungry even after not having eaten all day.

Just as I was about to go to the entrance of the community to buy some food, the doorbell suddenly rang again.

Fang Yuan frowned and didn't want to drive. When he was about to walk up the stairs to change his clothes, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone, saw the name on it and hung up, and then walked towards the gate.

When Tong Qian opened the door, she was standing at the door with a suitcase in her arms, looking at Fang Yuan with a smile on her face.

"Why? I'm not very welcome?" Tong Qian tilted her head mischievously to the left and said with a smile.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, shook his head: "No, it's just that two people came to find me just now and were sent away by me."

Yes, it was indeed sent away, but some body parts were missing.

"I'll say something later. I'll change my clothes, I haven't eaten all day, I'm a little hungry and self-confidence."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the house and walked upstairs.

Tong Qian carried the suitcase into the room, placed it on the coffee table, and looked at the surrounding environment.

Very clean.

Very simple.

This is Tong Qian’s first impression.

Although there is not much furniture in the home, it is very organized and orderly.

She walked to a row of photo frames and picked up one of them.

There were two boys and one girl above. The girl stood in the middle and smiled very brightly, and it looked like three of them were twelve or thirteen years old.

She saw at a glance that the boy on the left side of the photo frame was Fang Yuan. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a very clean smile on his face, which made people feel warm when they saw it.

She put down the photo frame and picked up another black photo frame. There were only two people in this photo frame, an old man and a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The old man smiled peacefully, the clean smile on the boy's face had disappeared, and there seemed to be a little melancholy in his eyes.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, a cough came from behind him.

"Let's go." Fang Yuan looked at the photo frame in her hand and said nothing else.

"Oh. OK!" Tong Qian put down the photo frame in her hand and followed Fang Yuan out.

"Eat oranges?"

Tong Qian glanced at Fang Yuan and shook her head: "I don't like watery ones."

"Where are you going?" Tong Qian asked with her seat belt on her shoulder.

Fang Yuan thought for a while and said, "Go and find some delicious place. You can book the place and I'll treat you."

...

The sunset spread into the car from the window, and Fang Yuan leaned his head lazily between the seat and the door.

The sun shone on his face, and he squinted his eyes at the other person's sunset comfortably. He liked this feeling towards the light.

"Which old man in the previous photo was your old dean?" Tong Qian asked while driving the car and changing to a more soothing music.

"Well! He raised me since he was a child." Fang Yuan recalled.

"The two next to them are the two young people who went to the hospital before."

"Yes. I just rarely contact you, and occasionally because the old dean may be able to meet you."

Fang Yuan's tone did not fluctuate, it seemed to be telling something that had nothing to do with him.

"By the way, how much do you know about the folk ghost-controlling group?" Then, Fang Yuan remembered what Tang San mentioned before, as well as the ghost-controlling group.

He actually gave the two men a warning to them to show them to others, hoping that they would not make things boring and waste their time.

"Ghost Controller Group? Are those people coming to you?" Tong Qian glanced at Fang Yuan strangely and said.

"Yeah." Fang Yuan nodded, there was nothing to hide.

"I don't know much about the ghost driver group. Those who are more famous have heard of Moments, Supernatural Forums and Wang Xiaoqiang Club.

But I have never joined, and I don’t know what the specific situation is, but you can check it through the satellite phone. The headquarters will send you a website address. More people know about it than me."

"This is OK." Fang Yuan nodded.

"If I join one of the ghost driver groups, will I have any problems? Will I be at the headquarters?" Fang Yuan was a little confused.

Logically speaking, the civil ghost-controlling group is also a force, and the international ghost-controlling group is also a force. If someone gets along with each other, wouldn’t it be a mess?

"There is no problem with this. Many ghost drivers just have a name at the headquarters. There is no big conflict between the two, they are just to survive." Tong Qian said.

As he said that, Tong Qian stepped on the brakes and the car stopped steadily in front of a high-end restaurant.

After getting off the car, Fang Yuan sniffed the air.

The smell of disinfectant was mixed inside, which was a bit pungent. There were not many people on the street. They were in the city center at this time, and there were only a few people scattered on the road.

Juya Tower.

It is the most famous restaurant in Zhongshan City, and the dishes they cook are naturally unique.

At this time, there was only one front desk in charge of Yaju Building.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The front desk lady heard a sweet voice.

"No, just give us a private room." Tong Qian said.

Then, the front desk called a waitress to take them to a private room.

It didn't take long to wait, and the dishes were served.

"Aren't you going to get a contact lens or something? Your eyes."

Tong Qian took a bite of the rice in her mouth and said.

On the way, many people took a few more glances because of Fang Yuan's eyes, and his appearance gave people a very strange feeling.

"No need, they can see whatever they like." Fang Yuan said.

"When eating, say less, I don't want to eat your saliva." Then Fang Yuan added.

"Tsk." Tong Qian looked at him with some disgust, but she didn't speak anymore.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a hurried knock on the door, and then before Fang Yuan and the others could respond, a few figures rushed in from outside the door.

Fang Yuan put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at the door.

Then a young man in white casual clothes walked in.

The man is about twenty-two years old and has short hair. The collar of the white shirt is slightly open, the cuffs of the shirt are curled to the middle of his arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, and his eyes are deep and vivid.

The young man walked to Tong Qian, pulled out the bench and sat down, looking at Fang Yuan with a gentle smile on his face: "You are Fang Yuan, Hello, my name is Tang Qing."
Chapter completed!