I made myself the protagonist

Zhao Sicheng did not expect that Ling Yun would make such a dangerous decision. Just when he was about to rush out, Aunt Mei's voice sounded again: "It's inconvenient, my master needs to rest, don't disturb us again."

"Then I won't come in. Please help me take another look."

Ling Yun quickly blocked the door with quick eyes and hands, and said to Aunt Mei through the iron gate: "He has always been careless and often leaves things behind."

Aunt Mei did not speak, but looked at him with strange eyes. After a long while, she turned and entered the living room. After two minutes, she staggered to the door: "There is no mobile phone."

After she finished speaking, she slammed the door directly.

Zhao Sicheng hurriedly ran out of the corridor, grabbed Ling Yun without any explanation, and pulled him to a hidden place.

Everyone gathered around. Pan Rong lowered her voice and said anxiously: "You are too impulsive. What if you enter that room and disturb the people inside...?"

"I'm also taking a gamble. Aunt Mei is indeed a human being, not a ghost. This cannot be concealed from Zhao Sicheng's perception." After Ling Yun finished speaking, the other party nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "When she entered the room, I observed the room. Although the room was messy, no traces of fighting or blood were found. Not only that, Aunt Mei's clothes were intact, and there were no traces of blood on her body.

Any external injuries. From the time Fu Yuanju acted alone to the time we arrived, only ten minutes passed. Aunt Mei had no time to deal with the scene. Therefore, I speculate that Fu Yuanju was killed by something else."

"Ling Yun makes sense. First of all, there is a huge difference in physical strength between Aunt Mei and Fu Yuanju. If she really wants to take action, she will only suffer a loss; besides, Aunt Mei concealed the news of Uncle Dong's death from everyone except Ah Jiu.

Apart from Ah Jiu, it is impossible for her to have any other helpers in her family," Zhao Sicheng said.

"What's more, although this area is full of yin energy, there is nothing abnormal. If Ajiu had been here, the aura of the kid around him would definitely remain around. But just now, I didn't sense anything." Zhao Sicheng continued to add

One sentence.

"Now it is confirmed that Fu Yuanju was dealt with because he tried to interfere with the progress of the plot."

Ling Yun looked at the other people and said firmly: "This is the result of being smart. His body did not disappear immediately. This is also a warning given to us by space: don't think about taking shortcuts."

Next, before they went back to their houses, everyone found Fu Yuanju's suitcase in the garbage pile in the corridor. The suitcase contained several pieces of clothing and the tools he used to prepare for the murder, which also verified the other party's intention to kill.

After processing the evidence, Ling Yun announced that the activities for tonight were over. It was getting late and everyone could go back and rest.

"I know, see you tomorrow." Pan Rong nodded, and Ji Xinke on the side breathed a sigh of relief: After all, there was a charm by his side when he returned to the room, which was much safer than in this dark corridor.

Before leaving, Li Xinjian stopped Ling Yun with a confused look on his face, saying that he wanted to share a room with him and Zhao Sicheng.

When he thought of Fu Yuanju dying in the bedroom, Li Xinjian felt extremely panicked.

However, Ling Yun rejected the other party's proposal, saying that these rooms had been allocated early in the morning. If the other party wanted to live with him, wouldn't it be against the rules?

When Li Xinjian heard this, his expression instantly turned ugly. But with today's warning, he also became a lot more honest. After returning to the house with a grimace, although Fu Yuanju's body had been decomposed by space, there were still some remains on the ground.

Large blood stains.

Seeing this situation, he could only turn on all the lights in the room, and planned to spend the remaining few days alone in the living room.

"I've always been worried that that guy would be a time bomb. It's better to be dead now. At least those guys don't dare to have other ideas, and they are much more honest."

Back in the room, Zhao Sicheng was about to take out the key and open the door when something suddenly occurred to him. He turned around and asked Ling Yun: "What should we do next? It will definitely not work to deal with Aunt Mei and Ajiu in advance. I think we still have to find them.

Qian Xiaohao and Chen You help."

"I'm in a mess right now." Ling Yun rubbed his brows in distress and stood in the corridor, constantly looking around. Unlike the movie, there were far more weird things in this building than he had imagined.

Ling Yun always felt that everyone, including himself, had overlooked something important from the beginning.

What exactly is...

While he was thinking, the door to his and Zhao Sicheng's room suddenly opened.

Qian Xiaohao walked out with eyes wide open and yawning. After seeing the two of them, he said with a confused look on his face: "It's strange. I woke up just now and found myself lying in your room, and then there was no one in the room...

…what is going on?"

"Ah, that's it. You drank so much that you went crazy and made a mess in the room. Ling Yun and I were afraid of trouble, so we wanted to help you go to our room to rest. We also planned to go downstairs to buy some hangover soup."

Ling Yun reacted quickly, and the excuse he made up just completed the cover of the female ghost's appearance.

Sure enough, after hearing what Ling Yun said, Qian Xiaohao suddenly woke up from the alcohol. He hurriedly took out the key, opened the door, and walked into his room.

At this time, the bedroom door was closed tightly, the tables and chairs in the living room were staggered, and the food was scattered on the floor. It looked like a fight was going on in the whole room, and it was so chaotic that I couldn't bear to look at it.

Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng both felt guilty. Just when they were thinking about what to say to make the excuse more realistic, Qian Xiaohao apologized instead.

He did not doubt Ling Yun's words, and expressed with embarrassment that he had been depressed over the years. In the past, when he was drunk alone and lost control of his emotions, he would destroy his home.

"Oh...that's it. Then you have to pay attention in the future and change this bad habit of smashing things." Zhao Sicheng pretended to be polite and pretended to be enthusiastic: "Do you want us to help clean up?"

"No, no, no, I made the two of you laugh today." Qian Xiaohao was naturally embarrassed to trouble others anymore, and after saying a few words, he returned to the room.

After watching Qian Xiaohao enter, Ling Yun and the other two took out the keys and planned to go back to the house to rest first.

Before entering the door, Ling Yun suddenly heard intermittent movement coming from the corridor at the end of the corridor.

He instinctively looked back and found that in the darkness, Xiaobai ran out from the meter room with bare feet and was standing blankly in the corridor looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Yun asked, concerned and wanted to step forward to see if the child needed help, but who knew that Xiao Bai backed away like a frightened cat. He clenched his fist and smashed a piece of chalk in the direction of Ling Yun.

Then he ran away without looking back.

Because he suffers from albinism and his family's experiences, Xiaobai is usually bullied outside and has a very closed inner world. Except for his mother, he hardly gets close to outsiders and is wary of strangers.

Ling Yun picked up the chalk, looked at the flickering candlelight between the meters, and sighed.

"This mother and son are so pitiful. They live in such a ghost place and live by stealing offerings and leftovers every day. What a sin." Zhao Sicheng couldn't bear to look at it anymore and paced back to the house.