In front of Ming Chuan and the others was a low, two-meter-high earthen house, surrounded by gray walls made of mud, with thatched roofs and skewed wooden frames on the windows, which looked like they might collapse at any moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Outside the earthen house, a courtyard is simply enclosed with a fence more than half a meter high, and there is a pressure well in front of the house.

There is a persimmon tree next to the well, and a few small green fruits can be faintly seen in the sparse leaves.

"I didn't expect anyone to live in such a house now. Gao Shanjing said with some emotion.

"You're really a boy who isn't suffering in the world. Pan Shi pursed his lips and glanced at Gao Shanjing with an unhappy expression.

"This house can't be inhabited at all, right?" Ming Chuan walked a few steps around the house, then turned to the back of the house, and saw a small kitchen made of bricks, with an old-fashioned stove in it.

There was a small plot of land at the back of the kitchen, which was opened by Old Man Zhang, and some vegetables were planted in it, but now they have withered.

A decaying landscape.

Not to mention Takayama Jing, even Mingchuan has not seen such a house for a long time.

"Regardless of whether it can live or not, Old Man Zhang has indeed lived here for a few years. Pan Shi said and walked to the front of the house and pushed open the door, "Hurry up if you want to find anything, I still want to go back early." ”

Ming Chuan walked around from the back of the house, patted Pan Shi's arm, and looked into the room from under his arm.

The light inside is very dark, and the layout is very simple, so you can see the whole interior at a glance.

Standing at the door and glancing, Ming Chuan didn't feel anything special.

I don't feel any ghostly energy, and it seems that the little ghost hasn't been back recently.

Ming Chuan simply got into the house.

The door is very short, and Ming Chuan, who is more than 1.75 meters tall, must keep his head down before he can walk in. The room of only more than two meters also made him feel very cramped, and he could feel an inexplicable depression when he stood inside.

However, Ming Chuan also knows very well that this depression is caused by the environment, and has nothing to do with ghosts and other things.

Gao Shan Jing also walked in, and the small room suddenly became more crowded.

Pan Shi didn't enter the house, just stood at the door and waited for them while smoking.

"It's ordinary. Gao Shanjing looked around and said with some interest.

Judging from Ming Chuan's previous performance, he thought that he would encounter something interesting here, so he followed all the way, but he was disappointed. Although Gao Shanjing still had a smile on his face, his eyes were obviously out of interest.

"Well, it's very ordinary, indeed. Ming Chuan walked a few steps in the room, and he had already walked around the whole house, not only did he not feel the ghost, he didn't even feel angry at all, it was completely an abandoned ordinary earthen house.

Did you run for nothing? Even this clue was broken?

This makes it even more difficult to find the whereabouts of that imp.

Ming Chuan frowned.

Wait, something doesn't seem right.

"Hey, you said that Old Man Zhang lived here all the time before he died?" Ming Chuan pointed to the house and looked at Pan Shi who was standing at the door.

"yes, that's what I got the message. Pan Shi nodded.

"Is this information correct?Can it be 100% sure of its authenticity?" asked Ming Chuan with a slight frown.

"I guess there's no mistake, but if you ask me to say it's 100% sure, I'm not sure. Pan Shi said while smoking a cigarette.

"What's wrong, do you feel that something is wrong?" Gao Shan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Ming Chuan.

"Hmm. Mingchuan put his hands in his pants pockets, stood lazily in the open space in the middle of the room, frowned slightly, and said, "Old man Zhang has only been dead for a few days, but ...... here"

"It's not angry at all, it's like it's been uninhabited for years. As soon as Gao Shan Jing heard this, he immediately understood what the problem was.

"And although the place where Old Man Zhang died is not here, there is no trace of ghosts, which is also ...... "Even if Old Man Zhang was taken away by the ghost at the moment after his death, and the ghost did not return to his home, but before he died, the little ghost had been with him all the time, how could there be no ghost spirit left?"

Whether it's angry or ghostly, it takes a certain amount of time to completely dissipate without leaving a trace.

Although the ghost qi that remains on the corpse after death will quickly dissipate within the first two days, the faint ghost qi that lingers on it after that will remain for a long time, and it is by no means something that can completely dissipate in a few days. It's like a perfume, although it evaporates quickly at first, there will always be a little bit of a vague fragrance that lingers for a long time, but it is not as strong as the original.

And anger dissipates more slowly than ghostly energy.

A house that is uninhabited all year round can feel cold and unpopular, which is why the vitality in it completely dissipates. But a house that has been empty for a few days doesn't feel that way.

But at this time, this small earthen house, not only has no ghost, but also does not even have the slightest anger.

It's dissipating too quickly.

Ming Chuan and Gao Shan Jing glanced at each other, and at the same time, they both saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

"It's Mr. Pan Shi's misinformation. Takayama felt that this was the most likely.

"Maybe ......" Ming Chuan just wanted to agree, but when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, and the words that had originally come to his mouth paused, and he was stuck in his throat. The eyes that were usually listless showed a look of surprise at this time, staring at a place without blinking, and the expression looked a little incredulous.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Mingchuan's abnormality, Gao Shanjing looked at him with some curiosity, but found nothing.

Ming Chuan stared at a low table, one of the few pieces of furniture in the house.

The low wooden table was covered with stains and grease, and the legs were rotten from dampness and insects, and like this earthen house, it looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.

Is there anything wrong with that low table?" Gao Shan Jing looked at it suspiciously, but still didn't find anything.

A table is just an ordinary table, and what is on the table is also a very ordinary thing.

Under Gao Shanjing's puzzled gaze, Ming Chuan walked to the table and picked up something placed on it.

It was an ordinary seven-inch photo embedded in a frame, which should have been taken when the old man's son was still alive.

Ming Chuan took the photo in his hand, looked at it carefully with wide eyes, and put it back in place after a while.

"Is there a problem with this photo?" Gao Shanjing was a little puzzled, if there was a problem, why didn't he see it at all.

"No, there is no problem with the photos. Ming Chuan shook his head, this photo is very ordinary, there is a problem, it is the person in the photo. (To be continued.) )