Pei Zhirang believed in two things most in his life: data and the Excel functions he wrote himself.
So when his boss asked him to adjust a run-down shop with a sign that said "Ghost Exorcism", he took a voice recorder, an infrared camera and a decibel meter with him and launched the "Demon Exorcism Plan" with confidence.
Until he met the shop owner Ji Jiming.
The man was wearing a long trench coat over a smoky gray turtleneck sweater, his black hair was half pulled up with a wooden hairpin, and his eyes were slightly raised. He held a cup of tea and asked slowly: "Mr. Pei, do you believe in fate?"
"Don't believe it."
"What a coincidence," Ji Jiming smiled, "I don't believe it either."
Pei Zhirang:? ? ? Why doesn't this liar play his cards right?
After a week of undercover investigation, he originally wanted to find loopholes in logic, but he witnessed it with his own eyes——
The shadow in "red" is the low-frequency noise from the construction site next door.
The "haunted" old house is the product of condensation from water pipes.
The so-called ghost exorcism ritual is essentially psychological counseling plus work and rest suggestions.
And that "charlatan" would silently give him a cup of hot tea when he stayed up late, would say "I'll accompany you" when he was afraid of the dark, and would pass the steps with a smile when he was arrogant.
Later someone asked Ji Jiming whether he could exorcise ghosts.
He looked at Pei Zhirang, who was typing on Excel next to him, with gentle eyes: "No, but I can drive away the ghosts in his heart."
[Rational data controller × master of cold pseudo-metaphysics, two cleans love each other, relaxed and funny, there is no magic in the whole process, it is all sugar]
