Yaoyao Ling

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Honestly, Chen Yanxu is the kind of person people envy.

He's an expert at scamming and swindling people. More often than not, before you even realize what's happened, he's already conned you and made his getaway.

He's good-looking, and doesn't care in the slightest about other people's feelings.

So when eighteen-year-old Chen Yanxu lost his memory and was found lying in a pool of blood in an urban village, then taken to the hospital by a kindhearted stranger, it wasn't all that surprising.

Chen Yanxu doesn't care who he used to be.

One day, a client he'd once conned died at school, and the police came to ask him some questions.

Chen Yanxu spotted Lin Tanmin, whose face seemed strangely familiar, and grinned as he went over to ingratiate himself, draping an arm over Lin Tanmin's shoulder. "Leave it to me. I can summon spirits. Officers, I can get you any information you need. My fee is reasonable, just 998."

As he spoke, he reached over to flip through the notebook Lin Tanmin was holding. Seeing the three bold, graceful characters "Lin Tanmin" on the cover, he grinned again. "Officer Lin, you look kind of familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

"We used to be friends."

How funny.

Chen Yanxu had always believed that any relationship without mutual benefit was bullshit.

Friends?

It was pronounced "friends" but spelled "useful to me."

As always, he planned to use the same tricks on Lin Tanmin that he used to manipulate other people.

But every time, before he could take advantage of Lin Tanmin, Lin Tanmin had already offered him exactly what he wanted with both hands.

Something was wrong. One hundred percent, something was wrong.

Feeling threatened, Chen Yanxu lit a cigarette and spoke through the swirling smoke. "Lin Tanmin, let's call it quits."

"You're the same with everyone. It's boring, like you don't want anything at all..."

Halfway through, Lin Tanmin suddenly snatched the cigarette pack from his hand.

Lin Tanmin lit a cigarette of his own and took a deep drag. Then he tossed away the cigarette hanging from Chen Yanxu's lips and kissed him, making him choke until tears sprang to his eyes.

Who said he didn't want anything? He wanted Chen Yanxu's body.

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[Incident One]

An unsigned threatening letter suddenly appears inside a desk. Comparing the handwriting reveals that the letter was written by the recipient himself. Three days later, the student who received the threat is found hanged in an extremely bizarre manner...

[Incident Two]

They say that a terrifying, evil guardian spirit appears on rainy nights. When people run home through the storm and reach their front doors, they find them locked tight, then are brutally killed...

[Incident Three]

On her way home from school, a little girl keeps feeling that a terrifying woman is following her. But whenever she looks back, there's nothing there...

[Incident Four]

◎ Younger seme

◎ Part of the synopsis has already been written into the story ⊙∀⊙

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Gentle, refined policeman seme x shameless paranormal medium uke

Coming soon: "Primary Succession"

Song Ci hates people like his parents: petty, noisy, and always passing the blame.

Later, his father dies, leaving a will that gives the only house in his name to a man Song Ci has never even heard of.

And just like that, he has no home.

His mother is forced to pack up their things and move. As she does, she spits out, "A penniless loser pretending to be some big shot. Even dead, he's still a pain in the ass."

Song Ci packs his belongings without expression.

Actually, he doesn't feel much about his father's death, either. The only thing that bothers him is that he's about to start his second year of high school, and now he has to move at a time like this.

His mother glares at him and says viciously, "He even gave the house to that guy. I bet he was your father's lover, his mistress."

The last two words are the only ones Song Ci remembers.

Less than a month later, his mother dies in a car accident on her way to make trouble at the "mistress's" house.

Song Ci is underage, homeless, and with no one to rely on.

In the end, he has no choice but to knock on the door of the house he knows.

A man in his early twenties, wearing a loose T-shirt and looking like a laid-back slacker, opens the door. "Ma'am, how many times do I have to tell you? Your husband and I really have nothing to do with each other..."

At a glance, Song Ci knows that Zhang Xuan is exactly the kind of person he hates most.

But he has no other choice, so he wedges his luggage in the doorway.

"I don't have a home anymore. This is my home. I'm coming home."

"Hey, kid, that's not how you pull a scam."

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A few years ago, Song Ci's father lost his investment and ran off with Zhang Xuan's investment money. Zhang Xuan never expected that before dying, he'd have the conscience to get the house back by mortgaging it.

Song Ci and Zhang Xuan share a home. Song Ci looks at the man who was his father's mistress, takes two days to accept the situation, then starts asking roundabout questions. "What do you think my dad was like?"

Speaking ill of the dead is wrong, especially when he's already gotten the house. "He was all right."

"What was it like when you were with my dad?"

"It was fine, fine."

"...Don't you think what you did was wrong?"

Zhang Xuan is baffled. He wasn't the one who ran off with the money. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. How is this my fault?"

Song Ci thinks Zhang Xuan is petty, troublesome, and shameless.

He used to want to get away from his parents. Now he wants to get away from this man. All he can do is study as hard as he can. He has to get into a school far away.

But how strange.

Why does Zhang Xuan go to parent-teacher meetings for him? Why does he take him to see the sea? Why does he bring milk tea to school?

Why does Zhang Xuan cry on the day Song Ci finishes his exams?

And why is Song Ci crying, too?

Theme: Don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural. Strive for a better life.