"How are you?"

    The sound of the crashing rain seemed as if it were still in my ears, but this voice waved away the cacophony.

    I hate strangers, to say the least, but this one had a nice voice and ironed out my irritation.

    And then a figure loomed over me.

    The yellow, wobbly light, whose face drew near.

    I tried to reach out to block the light because it was so bright, but the lift made me grunt in pain.

    Gee, about a broken bone.

    Fortunately, the other person knew what I meant. A moment later, the obtrusive lamp was turned off and replaced with a softer lighted bedside lamp.

    "Better now?"

    It was the gentle voice again, and I wanted to see and understand him even more. Finally, I was able to open my eyes and then see.

    It turned out that in front of me was a young man in his twenties. He was dressed in a light-colored plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, and his skin was relatively light in color; his hair, which was long and reached the base of his ears, was not dark in color, and the tips of his hair were very soft; his face was thin, and his features were very handsome, so that he appeared to have small bones, and not only was he not robust, but he was a little bit skinny instead. There was no aggression in his look or build, a natural smile in his eyes, and his looks and dress were as comforting as his voice screamed.

    I didn't recognize this man, but he was eye-catching to me because I usually hate looking directly at people, but I didn't hate looking at him. Also, I hate men with long eyelashes, but he was very eye-catching. Especially the eyes, obsidian pupils, like a black moon hanging down in a pool of water.

    "It was raining hard on the mountain roads and the ground was slippery, and when I saw the accident, I thought you'd be badly hurt. But everything was better than expected."

    It seemed like ripples in his eyes when he smiled, and I unconsciously withdrew my gaze and just surveyed myself.

    "You saved me?"

    "Just passing through, a show of hands."

    "Oh, thanks."

    "My name is Natsukawa, what's yours?"

    "Jong Ai. The end of sending the end, the love of money."

    "?"

    He was surprised by my words and looked at me in disbelief, while I ignored him and pulled out my lighter. The light snapped into the air.

    "Hey, give me a root."

    I put my fingers together and made a show of smoking. And he fumed for a moment before realizing that I wanted a cigarette and said, looking slightly embarrassed, "Sorry, I don't smoke. There are no cigarettes in the house."

    I raised an eyebrow and said, a little disgruntled, "No cigarettes? Are you a man?"

    Still embarrassed, he said, "My parents are doctors and don't have the habit of smoking at home. And since you're injured, it's better if you don't smoke for now."

    In fact, looking at his pussy look I knew he wasn't the type of man who smoked, and then hearing his answer, I had no choice. But it turned out to be a headache for me, and I unconsciously took out the boredom in my heart on the gauze on my hand.

    "Hey, what's with all the bandages?"

    "This, because you're bleeding a lot."

    "I'm in good health."

    "But losing too much blood is a pain in the ass."

    "Too much blood loss can be made up."

    "......"

    In fact, for someone like me who runs around chasing ghosts, it's too common to bleed a little, but this kid seems to be so pampered that a little blood can't be seen to bleed, zapping my hand so tightly that it hurts.

    "Ah ...... right, miss, would you like a cup of ginger tea?"

    The atmosphere was a little awkward, and the man quickly changed the subject, asking me with a smirk, and I raised an eyebrow, teasingly

    "Ginger tea? With sugar?"

    "It's put in, there's two spoonfuls of it."

    "Hey, I don't like sugar."

    "But it'll be spicy without sugar."

    "How do you know I don't drink spicy food?"

    "Uh, the sugar was originally dispensed. You see, it was bought like this in packets."

    Like a schoolboy who made a mistake, he anxiously took out his sugar packet and explained to me. I saw that I was in the wrong, but I didn't apologize at all, I just said irritably, "Then you should have said it earlier, why are you so slow?"

    Obviously good intentions to help me, but received a scolding from me, he also estimated that he felt a bit frozen. Just see he was so scolded by me also did not angry, but patiently by my support to call, I also no longer difficult for him, but think he is interesting. Stalemate for a while, I said to the dumbfounded him:

    "Hey, lie, my name is written like this."

    Smoothly copying over the paper and pen I had on the nightstand, I rustled away.

    "'Bell, Em.' See?"

    He held his chin and examined it, wanting to say something, while I no longer cared, and suddenly lit the note on fire and threw it into the bottle of imprisoned ghosts, and he looked at it and immediately said

    "Careful, the bottle will crack."

    "Oh, what a cat with a burnt tail, staggering."

    No wonder he didn't know that the Prisoner of Ghosts Bottle actually had another use, and that was my accompanying ashtray. Although that in his eyes, that was just a bottle that was no more than the size of his palm, the space inside could hold a hundred people, enough for me to flick ashes for three hundred years.

    "The note burned out, so I didn't show you anything, everything was something you saw by accident, got it?"

    He was finally overwhelmed by my actions and once again fell into a dazed state, and seeing his dumbfounded appearance, I couldn't help but feel amused.

    "Tell you what, seeing as you're an okay human being, I can serve you once for free."

    Saying that, I unzipped my jacket and reached for my business card case, but the moment I unzipped it, the guy immediately jumped up, "Zhong, Ms. Zhong ...... you don't have to repay me. Really."

    "Why not?"

    "No, no, it's really not necessary."

    "Hmm? "

    Looking at his scared green face, it was my turn to be dumbfounded. But when I thought about it, I laughed.

    "Go on, you want to take advantage of your aunt, beware of a short life. Take this."

    As the words fell out, I threw my business card in front of his eyes and said, "If you meet any troublesome things in the future, give me a call. But remember not after 1:00, because I'm working at that time and I'm too busy. What about you looking for me, I'll give you a 20% discount, although seeing as you may not be able to afford to hire me."

    After listening to what I said and then looking at the business card, the man who was originally very rushed was instantly relieved, and he said with a sudden realization:

    "So you're a ghost hunter."

    "Yeah. What else did you think it was?"

    Taking a sip of ginger tea, I said leisurely

    "If someone dies in your family, I'll help you to transcend. I can also help you if you're haunted by a ghost, but I'll only help you once. Because you only helped me once too."

    "This, this ...... can not bother you, I still try not to bother you ...... but, anyway ......"

    He stared at the business card for a long time, then smiled at me and said, "Thank you, Ms. Chung."

    I waved my hand, but felt much more comfortable.

    I couldn't help but laugh at the dopey look on that guy's face as he squeezed his eyes over the business card. Another sip of ginger tea doesn't feel too sweet either.

    It just seemed easy, this guy could have given me a lot of trouble later.