Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 57 He's not home right now, isn't it only right that I take care of him?

Room 602 next door.

"And also... Aqi, you all saw it just now, right? The person in front of that house across the street is the victim of the car accident that we accidentally filmed when we were scouting locations at noon today."

"He was wearing these clothes at the time, and his head was crushed under the hearse. How could he still be alive?" Su Anle concluded definitively, "It must be a ghost! An evil ghost, the night of the returning soul."

Ji Huanping corrected him, "The night of the return of the soul refers to the seventh day after death, the first seven days."

"What's he doing here tonight? Is he bad at math? Or is he just impatient?" Su Anle asked as she called out to the balcony, "Hey 601, don't open the door! I've already called the police. If there's a problem, call the police. Even though they might not be able to handle this, they're still righteous, and there's strength in numbers, right?"

"Perhaps there's an obsession, an obsession that hasn't been resolved..." Bai Zhiqi buried her head in adjusting the long sleeves of her thin white knitted sweater, and then combed her hair. "The vengeful spirit is not at peace."

Su Anle, returning from the balcony, was startled to see Bai Zhiqi on the sofa. "Ah...Qi, aren't you hot wearing so much?"

He didn't know why, but lately he would unconsciously ignore and forget about Bai Zhiqi's existence.

"Aqi," Ji Huanping poured Bai Zhiqi a cup of warm water, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ever since you came back from the audition and filming at Nieyin Mountain, you haven't looked too well. Is it because the filming of Director Qi's movie is very difficult?"

Bai Zhiqi looked at Ji Huanping. In the dim light, his two black pupils appeared particularly dark. "Hmm, they are indeed very big. The lights are still a bit glaring. Turn them down a bit, it's not good for me to grasp the role."

"You're already acting like a ghost, Aqi. If you keep touching me, my heart won't be able to take it."

Su Anle, Bai Zhiqi, and Ji Huanping are currently preparing their senior year graduation projects.

A ghost movie, or rather, a folk film.

He and Ji Huanping were in charge of the script and filming, while Bai Zhiqi was an actress who played a dead person.

Bai Zhiqi revealed a sinister smile, tilted her head and said to Su Anle, "Because when actors get into character, they have to get into the role."

Su Anle silently moved back to the balcony. "It's so realistic, Aqi. You look even more real than the one outside."

Just then, they heard the sound of a door opening on the balcony of apartment 601 next door. "The police... how long did they say they'd be here?"

Su Anle leaned over and looked over. "Maybe a few minutes. Hey? Aren't you that poor little thing in the hospital? The one who had an allergic reaction to peaches and got all swollen up? Oh, you live here. Did you just move in today? Are you tired after moving all day? Have you eaten? We bought a lot of food on our way back from the food street..."

"This isn't the time to talk about this... There are ghosts at my doorstep... two of them..." Ruan Zhijuan's pretty face furrowed, and she licked her lips. "What... what good food do they have?" She was also a little hungry.

"Wait here." Su Anle turned around and ran into the house. She packed together the fried chicken neck bones that Ji Huanping had just opened but hadn't had time to eat, the cola in the refrigerator, and a bag of tiger-skin cakes, and handed them to Ruan Zhijuan through a microphone.

Ji Huanping stared at the fried chicken collarbone getting further and further away from her, took a few steps, and said, "...Anle, I saw that the house across the street has a husband."

"He's not home right now, and his wife is all alone at home without having eaten dinner. There's also a ghost outside. How scared and helpless she must be! Isn't it only right that I take care of her?" Su Anle said matter-of-factly.

He turned his head, cleared his throat, and said to Ruan Zhijuan in a softer voice, "Poor thing, don't be scared. You can tell he's been knocking on the door. He can't get in. Just don't open the door. Eat the chicken neck bones slowly so you don't prick your mouth. That tiger-skin cake is delicious..."

"Poor thing, do you even know why he came looking for you?"

Ruan Zhijuan stuffed a bite of tiger-skin cake into her mouth, her beautiful amber eyes fixed on the chicken collarbone and cola with one eye, and nervously guarding the door with the other, making her look even more like a little fool.

"He's here to deliver the mung bean soup and plum juice I need for lunch..."

Su Anle clapped her hands, as if she had just thought of something. "Ah, he was hit by a car and killed near the food street at noon. Maybe he was on his way to buy plum juice. Do you think that's why he felt that you killed him and came to take his life from you..."

Screw...take my life!

Ruan Zhijuan's mouth gaped open in fright, and the tiger-skin cake in her mouth fell to the ground with a "plop".

Oh no... I'm doomed ◝(๑⁺д⁺๑)◞.

"Brother and sister-in-law, do you still not know how to use the new door lock? Why aren't you opening the door yet? It's okay, I'll use the spare key." Xiao Ma outside the door scratched his head sheepishly, and as he touched it, his hand was covered in blood. "Look at my head, it's bleeding. I forgot I brought my key."

Ha, ha, who said he couldn't get in? He has the key... Waaaaaah...

The clattering of keys outside the door made Ruan Zhijuan run around the house like an ant on a hot pan, her legs trembling and weak.

Waaah, Zhou Gangxun, you bastard, you big jerk, where did you go to buy dinner?

"Tap...tap...tap," the person ran back to the living room.

You dog of a man, you scoundrel, you lousy husband, you old bastard... Your wife needs to wash, even ghosts are coming to your house.

Ruan Zhijuan cursed the weapon in her hand as she changed it one after another, from an ashtray to a mop, and then to a frying pan.

"Can this thing fight ghosts...?"

Then, the movie "The Ghost Hunter" on TV answered, "Classmates, what should you do if you encounter a ghost? Don't be afraid. Since ancient times, black dog blood and children's urine have been used to exorcise ghosts, and cow tears can make you see ghosts. Today, I will teach you how to see ghosts..."

Boy's urine, boy's urine...

"Poor thing, don't worry. I just called the police again, and they said they're already at the intersection. Come quick, I've brought some more good food—fried mushrooms, fried sausages, and calamari rings..."

"Coming, coming!" Ruan Zhijuan hurriedly grabbed the power strip and ran to the balcony, asking Su Anle, "What is a 'virgin boy'? The TV says that virgin boy urine can ward off ghosts."

"A 'boy'..." Su Anle thought for a moment and then said tactfully, "...is a man who doesn't have a boyfriend."

"Then I'm not anymore, I already have a husband." Ruan Zhijuan cried, her little face pouting, cursing in her heart in frustration, "Humph, that bastard Zhou Gangxun, boohoo, he took away my virginity, and now he's going to die by that devil's hand."

"But what you're doing... shouldn't count, right?" Su Anle said indistinctly, as if she had something in her mouth. "He's your husband, and you haven't done anything... so you should still..."

Bai Zhiqi, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, suddenly said, "Not only that, 'tongzi' refers to a 12-year-old boy who has not undergone secondary puberty."

Su Anle was startled by Bai Zhiqi's sudden voice. He clutched his heart and said tremblingly, "You, just pee! What if it works? Ghosts can't read your ID, can they?"

Bai Zhiqi: "..." It makes sense, but something seems off.

The sound of keys turning outside the door suddenly stopped, and Zhou Gangxun's voice came through. Although it was just a single "hmm," Ruan Zhijuan still recognized it.

He ran to the door again, and saw that the person in the peephole had changed to Zhou Gangxun using a key to open the door. "The person outside has become my husband! My husband is back! It's okay, it's okay..."

"That must be a hallucination!" Su Anle shouted worriedly from next door. "Ghosts all look like that, they just try to trick you into opening the door! You absolutely can't let your guard down."

"Huh? Is it...fake?" Ruan Zhijuan was unsure; Zhou Gangxun was clearly outside.

Outside the door, the faint cries of "Little bunny, open the door" and the child's "Mama" continued, like two death knells.

"Click, click, click," the door lock turned round and round, counting down.

"The door...the door is about to open..." Ruan Zhijuan rushed to the bathroom in a panic.

I specifically took Zhou Gangxun's plastic basin because he would dislike using his own („ಡ зಡ„).

Ji Huanping, who was peering into the doorway of apartment 602, frowned deeply. "Why do I have a feeling that this really is her husband?"

"Let me see too." Bai Zhiqi walked over silently and leaned on Ji Huanping's back.

With a "click," the door to room 601 was pushed open.

Ruan Zhijuan emerged from the bathroom, half-carrying, half-lifting a basin, her legs tumbling as she sped towards the door. "Here I come! Here I come! You evil spirit, you're going to die!"

Finally! Just as the evil spirit opened the door, it was splashed out.

"Whoosh—"

The urine from the Ruan family traced an arc in the air and landed squarely on Zhou, the evil ghost, who had just opened the door, making a "plop~" sound.

Then Zhou Gangxun, who was usually so lively, had a gloomy face, and water was dripping from his eyes. "..."

"..."

(The original five victims in the case of the cooked corpse were: Meat Chunk (found last), two cases reported in the news in Chapter 11, the boy encountered in 906 was the fourth, and the fifth was Ruan Zhijuan (who did not die). So the victims here are not innocent, but...)