2017, summer.

Country, Tianlan City, Anli County, Province.

The local people's court set up a prison in Anli County. Less than 200 meters away from the prison, there is a double-story self-built farm house alone. The first floor is a convenience store and the second floor is a bedroom.

At noon, a young man was napping on the glass counter of the convenience store filled with cigarettes. He lay at his feet a local dog with yellow and white hair. Because he had been neglecting to take care of it for a long time, he looked dirty.

"Orange, two packs of blue and white sand." A young man in police uniform knocked on the glass counter and shouted to pull the young man back to reality from his empty state.

Zhang Yicheng, the "orange" in the policeman's mouth, rubbed his sleepy eyes, wiped away the saliva at the corner of his mouth, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Brother, you can't wait for a while. I haven't seen me napping. I'm not afraid that I'll give you two packs of fake cigarettes and you can't smoke it."

"You dare!" The policeman opened his eyes wide, pulled his neck and stared at Zhang Yicheng, and laughed in less than five seconds.

Zhang Yicheng also smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth.

He just turned nineteen this year, and his skin was slightly dark. In terms of appearance, he could only say that he could barely pass the test. He was not the handsome and tender young and handsome style at all, but his eyes were full of energy and energy. With his height of 177, he looked very sunny and healthy.

Take out two packs of white sand from the counter and hand them over, and ask, "22, are you going to give it now or get off work?"

"Old rules, get off work."

Zhang Yicheng glanced at him: "Then get off work, even yesterday's lighter was 23." After that, he took out a piece of cardboard from under him and wrote a few strokes. There were a bunch of numbers on the cardboard, all of which were about dozens of dollars, all of which were the daily consumption debt records of staff in the prison.

The policeman frowned: "Hey, I said, why are you so stingy? One or two dollars are so clear!"

Zhang Yicheng licked his lips while making records on paper and said, "I want to have a meal if I manage a small business and support my family."

"You're just a little bit of money..."

As we were chatting, a Buick Business with a police license plate slowly drove towards the prison.

"Is there again today?" Zhang Yicheng asked without hesitation.

The police officer nodded: "Well, two, one at 4:45 and one at 5:30."

Zhang Yicheng said "Oh".

The Buick that just passed by was an injection execution car, specially designed for execution of death row prisoners.

"Okay, I'll go back. I'll check it out for you after get off work." The policeman said, putting a cigarette in his pocket and quickly returned to the prison.

After seeing off the police officer, Zhang Yicheng yawned and then fell back to the counter and fell asleep with his native dog. He slept all afternoon and when he woke up, the sun had already set.

"It feels comfortable. It's 6 o'clock. The prison is about to get off work. The business is coming. Wangcai, I'm ready to work. Wangcai, Wangcai... Where will the dead dogs go to eat wild food again!" Looking at the feet, the local dog was missing.

After walking around the counter, Zhang Yicheng slowly walked to the door of the store. The prison electronic door was just open. The first one was the injection execution car at noon. There were cars followed one after another, and finally the bus that picked up and dropped off ordinary staff to and from get off work.

On the bus, the policeman at noon saw Zhang Yicheng, opened the window and said hello from a distance, threw out a ball of soft girl coins, blinked and waved goodbye to him.

Zhang Yicheng took the change that he had collected one piece by one, and opened it and counted it for only 22 yuan. No wonder the other party's expression was so funny that he screamed at the bus.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, all the time to leave were gone, and the electronic gate was closed, leaving only a group of people on duty. Zhang Yicheng knew that there was no business now, so he pulled up the telescopic door of the convenience store and turned back upstairs.

8:15, study room.

Zhang Yicheng fiddled with a bunch of objects on the coffee table, and there was a simple glasses box among them. He took out a pair of metal frame glasses and put them on. There was no circle on the lenses. It was probably a flat mirror with no degree. The local dog came back at some point, but it was still lying at his feet.

When I arrived at the window, night had already fallen. The night in the suburbs was extremely quiet, and the surrounding desolation was filled with chill. Zhang Yicheng stood by the window and stared at the starry sky through his glasses. Under the night sky, the lenses faintly revealed a hint of green light that the naked eye could not detect.

"Here! Not bad, red, is this an official or a businessman?" Zhang Yicheng stared at the playground behind the prison a hundred meters away through the lens. A light green light smoke slowly rose strangely. The light smoke was wrapped in the light smoke, the size of an apple, and the halo slowly rose into the air with the smoke.

When the local dog heard Zhang Yicheng talking, he got up and threw himself on the coffee table to pick up two small things, and wagged his tail and ran towards him.

Zhang Yicheng stared at the night sky, his right hand drooped, and his head didn't turn back and took a peach wood slingshot and an unopened "cloud" avoidance set from the mouth of the dog...

He took apart the condom and hung the slingshot. Zhang Yicheng glanced at the aperture in the starry sky and then looked at it. Finally, he found a point that he was more satisfied with. He pulled it gently, let it down and said "leave", and the condom broke through the air.

The visual distance was at least 150 meters. In just five seconds, the condom caught up with the aperture and instantly swallowed it. The aperture seemed to be struggling and continued to support the condom. Ten seconds later, the aperture of the apple-sized aperture was squeezed to the size of a walnut.

The condom succeeded, and turned around in the air and flew back like a spiritual nature. Zhang Yicheng held the peach wood square box in his hand. With a "swoosh", the condom fell steadily into the box and the lid closed.

"It's done, let's see what it is."

Zhang Yicheng closed the window and pulled the curtains, sat back next to the coffee table with a calm expression, took out the condom wrapped in a ball, held it in his hand and shook it. The condom spread out and the aperture bounced to the ground.

After a while, the aperture slowly increases until a person stops growing when he is high, and the external form begins to change and gradually turns into a human form.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit and ties, and was gentle and elegant, but his face was pale and a little distorted.

"Where is this!" the middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"My home."

"Your family? Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhang, and everyone usually calls me Orange."

"Why am I here! Shouldn't I be given an injection?"

"It's been executed." Zhang Yicheng responded lightly.

"Execution...was passed!" The man was disbelief.

"Bang!" Zhang Yicheng snapped his fingers, and the man trembled all over. In an instant, the spiritual platform clearly remembered everything. Without saying a word, he fell to the ground and hugged his head and cried bitterly.

"I'm dead, I'm a ghost, a ghost! It turns out that there are really ghosts in this world, wuwu, my beautiful wine, food, my brilliant life has just begun!" The male ghost lay on the ground and wailed.

"This is your first impression after death? You were still a person with a status during your lifetime, so why don't you want Bi Lian so much!" Zhang Yicheng cursed angrily.

The male ghost wiped his tears, stood up and stared at Zhang Yicheng fiercely. The habit of being domineering during his lifetime reappeared, pointing at him and shouting angrily: "What kind of thing do you think you are? How dare you talk to me in this tone? Which unit you are from, what level and what position you have!"

"Oh, that's OK. It turns out that he is an official. He's quite a little bit." Zhang Yicheng's face was full of mocking.

"Look at grandpa tearing your stinky mouth!" The male ghost was used to being praised by others during his lifetime and could not bear the ridicule at all. He immediately stretched out his claws and howled at the other party.

Zhang Yicheng sat there with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and took a small bottle from the coffee table in front of him, quickly opened it and applied the liquid in the bottle to his little fingernail. When the male ghost rushed to the front, he stretched out his right little finger and gently flicked the male ghost's forehead. The male ghost's slightly transparent body turned into solidity when it touched the other's little finger. His illusory body was no longer transparent. With a terrible hum, the male ghost flew backwards until it hit the wall before stopping.

The male ghost hit the wall and landed on the ground. A stream of green liquid spurted out from his mouth, which disappeared when it entered the ground. Then his body gradually turned from the real shadow back to the phantom shape, and his face was in a very painful state.

Zhang Yicheng smiled and rubbed his little finger with a smile, and the nails were covered with red.

"You...you are human or ghost, what do you use to hit me!" The man's face turned scared and hugged in the corner of the wall staring at Zhang Yicheng's little finger with "nail polish". It just now was shocked.

"You haven't figured out the situation yet? This is my territory. I'm the only one asking you, it's not your turn to ask me." Zhang Yicheng glanced at it casually, picked up the small bottle on the coffee table and tightened the bottle. He had just taken the "nail polish" and did it all in one go, thinking that he had already been used to dealing with this situation.

The male ghost's lips trembled slightly but did not speak. Compared to fear, the arrogant personality developed over the years has a slightly superiority in its heart, especially for a young man who is about the same age as his son, it is even more unlikely to admit defeat.

Zhang Yicheng was too lazy to argue with it and said, "It's so troublesome. Every opening remark is the same; of course I am a human being, and I am a ghost-breathing person. The thing I just hit you was the ghost-removing liquid I used cinnabar and pigeon blood to mix."

Cinnabar condenses the spirit, pigeon blood conveys the spirit, and mixes and modifies it with special techniques, which is really a benefit to eliminate evil and slanderous things.

The male ghost was stunned and was about to ask again, but Zhang Yicheng said, "I have answered your question. Now you are answering me, which department, what position, and what level was it?"

It was clearly a copy of the question that the male ghost had just asked.

The male ghost frowned and said, "Why are you..." Halfway through the words, Zhang Yicheng's murderous eyes made it swallow the second half of the sentence.

"I am already very patient today. Are you trying to force me to use tricks against you? I am not a Disciplinary Commission, an Anti-Corruption Bureau, or something. It is not my own trick to just talk but not to act. Do you want to cooperate with me and think clearly before you can speak."

Some souls that have just left their bodies are often not used to the change of identity, or have not changed their identity consciousness. The spirit body generally carries likes and dislikes, habits, etc. during their lifetime. These are not easy to change for a while. It is precisely because of "newcomers are on the way, please forgive me." Zhang Yicheng is familiar with them as an "old driver".

Looking at Zhang Yicheng's eyes that seemed to choose someone and devour him, the male ghost was not stupid, and knew that the confrontation would not be good. He just now Danfei thought about it and was still scared, so he replied cowardly: "I... my name is Chen Yifei, 46 years old, I am L's province... Uh, I was the executive deputy director of the Provincial Department of Transportation and was treated as a director. He was arrested for the corruption case in April last year."

The case of greed.
Chapter completed!