The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Lin Niansi frowned and walked towards the iron cage. Zheng Quzhi hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked over, trying to restore some of his previous personal settings.

"Are you a student who came to the tutorial?" Lin Nian deliberately slowed down his voice as if he was talking to that invisible thing.

Zheng Quzhi sneered in his heart, shouldn't Lin Niansi think that he is also popular with ghosts?

This thought just flashed past, and the door of the iron cage shook more severely, as if to respond to something.

Everyone was taken aback, is this certain or not?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! While screaming, he shouted: "Hair! Hair!"

Zheng Quzhi choked speechlessly, and suddenly remembered that Wen Yi was crying in the haunted house and all his face was covered in makeup. At that time there was no camera at all, but now in front of all the audience, should we pay attention to the image?

"Hiss——" Guan Weilu took a breath and took a step back.

Guan Weilu reacted like this, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help raising her eyebrows and looked over. In fact, there is nothing particularly scary there, but there is hair sticking out constantly.

As if there was life, they continued to grow outward, seeming to be approaching them.

Zheng Quzhi's face changed slightly, he quickly pulled Lin Niansi back a few steps, and asked in disbelief: "Is this hair fine?"

Thump thump--

Footsteps sounded in the small attic again, this time behind them, Wen Yi screamed and ran forward a few steps. When she ran, everyone's attention was instantly concentrated behind her, and she forgot her hair.

At this moment, the hair reached Lin Niansi's feet, wrapped around Lin Niansi's ankles calmly, and suddenly pulled force. Lin Niansi fell heavily to the ground, and was dragged to the iron cage.

Wen Yi paled with fright, his legs softened and he sat down on the ground.

Zheng Quzhi's heart was beating fiercely, and he almost subconsciously bent over to grab Lin Niansi's wrist and pulled it in his direction. The hair was so powerful that Zheng Quzhi couldn't pull it for a while.

"Quickly, come and pull him!" Zheng Quzhi turned his head, almost shouting at Guan Weilu and Wen Yi.

Guan Weilu reacted first, and rushed forward, immediately squatting and holding Lin Niansi's other hand. Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief, emptied a hand to touch the lighter in his pocket, and a carp rolled directly on Lin Niansi.

"Huh?" Lin Niansi was so crushed, his face flushed.

Zheng Quzhi didn't care about him, he crawled over, and finally sat on his lap, and quickly took a lighter to burn his hair. The turquoise flame touched the hair, and the hair immediately burned to ashes.

It just ignited a place, but the turquoise fire light continued to ignite directly along the hair, and the whole cage suddenly burned up, and a strange smell kept pouring out.

It was solved after all.

Zheng Quzhi felt relieved and realized that he was still sitting on Lin Niansi, he quickly rolled off, bent over and handed it to Lin Niansi, "Is it all right?"

Looking at the hand in front of him, Lin Niansi's eyes flashed, stretched out his hand to hold it, and then stood up with Zheng Quzhi's strength. After feeling for a moment, he bowed his head and looked at his feet: "The feet hurt a little."

Zheng Quzhi followed to look at it, and after seeing the right foot again, he couldn't help but sigh: "Your foot is **** this year? Why do you always get hurt?"

On the ankle, the pants had been strangled, and blood was gradually pouring out.

Lin Niansi frowned, bent over and rolled up his trouser legs. I saw a circle of blood on the ankle, and there were black traces beside it. Zheng Quzhi squatted down and watched for a long time, "This won't be infected, right?"

"It's okay." Lin Niansi's gaze fell on Zheng Quzhi, and said with a smile, "Why? Worry about me?"

"Who is not worried about Lin Danan!" Zheng Quzhi reacted, rolled his eyes in his heart, stood up slowly, and said with a smile, "Isn't I caring for your fans?"

"What was that just now?" Guan Weilu interrupted them, staring tightly at the iron cage, with seriousness on her face.

Zheng Quzhi blinked without speaking.

Except for Guan Weilu, everyone here has experienced events that cannot be explained by science. So Guan Weilu was still stunned, not knowing what had just happened.

"Maybe the staff got the hair." Zheng Quzhi put the lighter away and replied vaguely.

Upon hearing this, Guan Weilu frowned, not very convinced. How can any hair run out by itself and be annoying? He also made Lin Niansi's ankles like that, all bleeding, okay?

"Is there really a ghost here?" Guan Weilu asked aloud for a while.

No one returned to her.

The meaning of not speaking is similar to acquiescence, and the chill in Guan Wei's eyes is even worse. Usually dealing with people is tired enough, and now the ghosts have to come and get involved?

"There are clues here." Lin Niansi suddenly said again.

Zheng Quzhi lowered his head, his eyes twitched slightly. Did the **** show team tell Lin Niansi all the clues? How to find one accurately? ? Does this make him very embarrassed?

"Daughter lost her mother when she was young, and she was withdrawn." After Lin Nian finished reading, he was full of doubts: "What does this have to do with this house?"

"Does the host still molest his own daughter?" Wen Yi guessed boldly: "Isn't there a lot of news about child molestation recently?"

"Not necessarily." Guan Weilu put the paper in front of her eyes for a long time: "This daughter is not easy, and the host loves his daughter very much."

Zheng Quzhi glanced at Guan Weilu, a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"A woman's intuition." Guan Weilu replied lightly.

Guan Weilu's personality is very similar to Wei Yan, and she would die if she said more, she didn't speak again after saying those five words. Zheng Quzhi frowned and thought for a long time before figuring out the reason.

In this house, whether on the first or second floor, the daughter has a strong sense of presence. There is a place for my daughter to play in the lobby on the first floor, and there is a special pink seat at the dining table.

There is a bedroom on the second floor, which is a very girlish princess room. It is decorated in pink and dreamy, and there are all kinds of toys in it.

Children’s graffiti can also be seen on many walls in the house. It can be seen that the host has spoiled his daughter and should not be indecent. As for not simple...it should be the graffiti.

In this small attic, there are graffiti of my daughter. The graffiti here looks a bit scary, some vaguely look like individuals, but there is no complete person.

Either he has no head, or he has no arms and legs. Moreover, the people drawn are very abstract. If Wen Yi reminded him later, Zheng Quzhi would not have noticed that little graffiti.