126: Chapter 126 Enthusiastic Citizens Online

"Everyone, stop watching for a moment. We can talk about the details later. First, I need a few men to help me separate them. This Buddy being pinned down is about to roll his eyes back."

As the good neighbor spoke, a flicker of reluctance passed over everyone's faces—reluctance to break up this 'beautiful' scene. However, as neighbors living in the same building, they weren't as indifferent as they might be on the street.

"Quite right, quite right."

"Yes, let's separate them first."

"That physique... tsk tsk~ looks like he's usually very hardworking!"

The men cracked jokes while lending a hand. Working together, they quickly separated the man and Yan He.

Soon after, two or three older women stepped out from the crowd and approached Yan He to comfort her in low voices.

Meanwhile, everyone else turned their gaze in unison toward the good neighbor.

"Cough, cough~" The good neighbor's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but grumble internally, "I know you guys love gossip, but at least try to pretend you don't!"

"It happened like this. Around 12 o'clock, there was a sudden scream. I don't know if you all heard it?"

"I was already asleep, but that scream woke me right up. I didn't care at first, but then more screams followed. I thought something might have happened to that family, so I came out with this Buddy here to take a look..."

Keeping his promise, the good neighbor blurted out the entire series of events that had just occurred.

Just as he finished, a gust of wind lunged at him from the side and rear.

The good neighbor instinctively performed a backstep, precisely dodging the attack.

Looking at the attacker, he immediately cried out in terror, "Wife!"

"Well, look at you! I was wondering why you weren't coming back for so long, and you even took a Peach Wood Sword. What, you want to become a monk?" The woman immediately launched another Nine Yin White Bone Claw aimed straight for the good neighbor's ear.

The good neighbor performed another backstep, dodging the attack again by a hair's breadth.

His practiced movements caused many of the men present to instinctively show expressions of longing.

"If only I had such exquisite skills..."

Thus, those who had already tucked their phones into their pockets silently pulled them out again.

The men thought: "We're definitely not recording this to take home and study in secret; we're just documenting a beautiful life."

Right then, after being comforted by several women who didn't mind her disheveled appearance, Yan He finally regained her senses. With a loud "waa," her tears gushed out like an open floodgate—endless and continuous.

Of course, her mouth didn't stop either. "It's true, my house really encountered a Ghost."

"Both my mother-in-law and I heard it. Someone was singing in the room, and someone was performing opera. The whole house was full of voices..."

"Right... my mother-in-law!" Yan He's voice suddenly spiked as she said excitedly, "Quick, my child and my mother-in-law were dragged downstairs. Please, I beg you to save them!"

Yan He used her hands to push herself from a sitting position into a kneeling one.

Seeing that Yan He was about to kowtow to everyone, the women nearby quickly stopped her. "Don't, don't do that."

While holding Yan He back, they discussed with the crowd, "Should we go down and look for them? Make sure they don't run out of the residential area. If they encounter a fast car on the road..."

The rest went unsaid, but everyone understood the implication.

"Right! Let's find the people first."

"I think we should call the police."

Someone in the crowd suggested in a low voice, "Maybe call 120 as well."

Seeing people look at him in confusion, the person who suggested calling 120 pointed at his own head and said irritably, "She keeps saying she met a Ghost. Do you think she's having a mental breakdown, or is it actually happening?"

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap! Don't mess around."

"I think it's a mental issue. After all, in this day and age, who doesn't have some sort of mental illness?"

"Right, right, we definitely need to call 120."

Clearly, everyone would rather accept that Yan He had a mental breakdown than accept that there was an actual Ghost in her home.

After all, the former was just Yan He's family's problem, while the latter... forget the whole building, the entire residential area would be affected.

In the crowd.

An Xiaonuan, looking lingeringly frightened, pulled Chen Sheng out of the crowd and whispered, "Oh no, it seems things have gotten a bit too big."

"Who knew they'd be so easily scared?" Chen Sheng was also speechless. This family seemed so arrogant and unreasonable, yet a couple of custom songs had them scared witless. This must be what they call 'a clear conscience fears no Ghost knocking at midnight.'

"It's obvious this family has done too many bad things," Chen Sheng concluded with certainty.

"Right! They definitely have a guilty conscience from doing too many bad things," An Xiaonuan quickly echoed.

The two then looked at each other and smiled.

Sure enough, after changing their perspective, their whole bodies and minds felt much more comfortable.

"So what do we do next?" An Xiaonuan gestured toward the crowd with her chin.

"Don't panic, relax. Watch the show when it's time to watch, and help out when it's time to help. We'll just act like nothing happened. When the police come later, if they ask, we don't know anything. Anyway, the stuff is all hidden away; they won't find anything." At this moment, Chen Sheng was incredibly calm.

His calmness came from the fact that he had practiced his acting skills quite a bit recently to earn profits from the intelligence system.

More importantly, he was calm because as long as they didn't search the house, they wouldn't find evidence. And to search a house, a search warrant wasn't something that could be applied for over such trivial matters.

However, An Xiaonuan clearly didn't have Chen Sheng's confidence. "I'm afraid I'll give myself away later."

Chen Sheng thought for a moment. "Don't panic. If the police really come, you go home early and I'll handle it."

An Xiaonuan looked at Chen Sheng with some suspicion. "Can you handle it alone?"

"I can, I definitely can, I must be able to," Chen Sheng instinctively retorted.

How could a man say he couldn't?

Just then, the others had finished dividing into teams. The men present were split into two groups. One group consisted of energetic young men and bold, strong laborers; they would go to Yan He's home to investigate the anomaly.

Even though it was a harmonious society, as the saying goes, 'it's better to believe it exists than not.'

The other group included all the remaining men; they would go downstairs to find the Old Woman and child who had been 'taken by the Ghost.'

The women all stayed on the scene, waiting for news while looking after or keeping an eye on Yan He to prevent her from hurting anyone if she had another episode.

"You stay here and keep an eye on things. If something feels wrong, just go back first. I'll go down and help look for those two," Chen Sheng instructed An Xiaonuan before quickly joining the search group.

The group took the elevator down. As soon as they stepped out of the lobby, they saw the grandmother and grandson.

The path into the apartment building was a slightly curved small road with flower beds on both sides. Perhaps the Old Woman had panicked in her flight and tripped headfirst into a flower bed.

Thinking she had been tripped by a Ghost, the Old Woman decided to stop running. She clutched her Good Grandson and dove headfirst into the bushes within the flower bed.

As everyone knows, the bushes in residential flower beds are the knee-high ornamental kind. When the Old Woman dove in, her head was hidden by the bushes, but her backside was left sticking out.

And then there was that gaudy blanket used to wrap her Good Grandson.

At this moment, the Old Woman was like a firefly in the dark... no, a searchlight. It was hard not to notice her.

Not to mention that after diving into the bushes, she kept chanting loudly, "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..."

At the same time, her 'fierce as a tiger' maneuvers woke her sleeping Good Grandson. Stung by the branches, he was now wailing at the top of his lungs, his legs kicking wildly in the air like a death twitch.

To be honest, when the group first walked out of the building and saw this without knowing the context, they were indeed startled. They quickly pulled the two out of the bushes and forcibly separated them. While some tried to bring the Old Woman back to her senses, others quickly laid the child on the ground, checking his limbs, pinching his philtrum, or calling 120...

It seemed chaotic but was actually quite logical.

After all, he was a child; they had to try to resuscitate him.

After the crowd's 'effective' rescue (fumbling), the child immediately stopped crying. He looked at everyone with eyes full of terror, then suddenly broke free and dove into his grandmother's arms. "Grandma, they hit me, they want to kill me, I'm scared..."

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap!"

That one sentence silenced everyone. They looked at each other, and everyone read the same two words in each other's eyes: "Naughty Child!"

However, the crowd's silence didn't mean the scene was quiet. The Naughty Child's cry of "I'm scared" instantly awakened the Old Woman's bone-deep protective instincts. Suddenly, Ghosts, monsters—all were thrown to the back of her mind. Fear no longer existed.

The Old Woman, who had been trembling and slumped on the ground, instantly jumped up. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the people who had just been 'treating' the Naughty Child, she turned up her eyes and flared her nostrils, cursing hatefully, "Which bastard who'll have a child without a butthole dares to bully my Good Grandson..."

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