Ming Chuan and the little ghost looked at each other for a moment, and neither of them moved. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the initial surprise, Ming Chuan's mind quickly flickered.

What's going on with this little ghost?

After Old Man Zhang died, he was still in the world, so didn't this little ghost stay because he was worried about his grandfather?

So the real purpose of this little imp in this world is ......

As the thought turned, the imp moved.

I saw his eyes roll, his black pupils swept over Ming Chuan's body, and his eyes looked at the soles of Ming Chuan's feet.

Ming Chuan immediately understood, and the other party saw it as a shadow.

Then, the imp suddenly turned around, turned his back to Mingchuan, and ran out in the direction of the archives.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan's heart flashed, and Ying Lan understood his order and jumped out from under his feet.

The speed of Ying Lan and the little ghost was very fast, and in a short time, he jumped out of the old man's distance, and from a distance, he had already entered the archive.

Ming Chuan also immediately chased after him.

When he ran to the front door of the archive, he collided head-on with several people coming out of it.

"Why are you back again?" asked Huang Qiubo, puzzled.

Ming Chuan only cared about chasing the little ghost, and he didn't notice the situation next to him for a while, and at this time, four or five people came out of it at once, and the already cramped gate was suddenly blocked, so he had to stop.

Looking at the few people who came out of it, in addition to Huang Qiubo and the two policemen, there were also two middle-aged women, who looked like they should be the staff of the archives.

Is this going to send two policemen out to investigate the situation?

Ming Chuan was anxious to chase Ying Lan and the little ghost, so he didn't think too much, looked at Huang Qiubo and replied casually, "I forgot something." ”

"Oh. Huang Qiubo nodded, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by another person.

"You come here often?" the younger policeman asked in a rather unceremonious tone.

Ming Chuan frowned slightly, seeing that Ying Lan and the little ghost had disappeared, he had to stand still, turned to look at the policeman, and replied in an indifferent tone: "No, I rarely come here." ”

"Yesterday and the day before yesterday, were you here?" the other asked.

Ming Chuan glanced at Huang Qiubo, who was standing behind the policeman, and saw that there was a complicated look on his face that was a little worried and a little unhappy, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to the policeman, "Why are you asking me this?"

"If I ask you, you'll answer, how many ......" The young police officer stared, and just as he was halfway through his words, he was pulled by someone, and the rest of the words were not finished.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. The older officer smiled and said, "Young man has a loud voice, don't mind." ”

Mingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't say anything, which can be regarded as accepting this statement.

Ming Chuan was thinking about Ying Lan and that little ghost in his heart, and he didn't have the patience to grind with these people. However, judging from the attitude of the young police officer, isn't that Lao Zhang's death a little strange?

Didn't you say that you had a heart attack? And Ying Lan had said before that the old man's deadline was approaching, and he didn't look like a problem.

Could it be that the reason why that little ghost stayed in the world has something to do with this matter?

"Hehe, we're just routine, we just want to know some of the circumstances of yesterday, nothing else. The older police officer explained to Mingchuan with a smile.

Beside him, the young police officer had a disapproving look on his face when he heard this, and pursed the corners of his mouth unabashedly. The older police officer didn't know if he really hadn't seen it, and the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest, still with a kind smile.

"May I ask what you were doing yesterday?" The older police officer, though mild-mannered, actually thought that Mingchuan's behavior was a bit strange, just like his colleagues.

"I was at home yesterday. Ming Chuan replied coldly, "Zhai Feifei of your criminal police team can testify, and there is also a Mongolian doctor who can also testify." ”

The two officers glanced at each other, and the older one immediately smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then there is no problem, thank you for your cooperation." ”

After speaking, the two police officers said hello to the three people who came to see them off, and left one after another.

"Why did you run back? What did you drop? I'll go up with you to get it. Without waiting for Ming Chuan to speak, Huang Qiubo took the initiative to lean over and ask.

Seeing that it was okay, the other two staff members all turned around and went back to the office, one of them said hello to Huang Qiubo and smiled at Ming Chuan, but the other didn't even say hello, looking arrogant.

Ming Chuan noticed that the arrogant middle-aged woman was a little familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, I remembered that the other party was the woman who had a dispute with Old Man Zhang the day before yesterday.

I just quarreled with Old Man Zhang, and the next day he died, and this woman was probably regarded as the object of a key investigation, and was questioned by the two police officers.

But these Mingchuan are not interested, he only wants to catch up with Yinglan and that little ghost now.

Although he was a little curious about the cause of Old Man Zhang's death, he also knew in his heart that these people would not know the real situation, and as long as those police officers had a little professional quality, it was impossible to reveal the situation. At best, people here can only speculate through a few clues, and the results of the speculation are likely to be very different from the truth.

Not wanting to be affected by these useless messages, Ming Chuan didn't ask at all, just said lightly: "It's okay, I thought the lighter was lost upstairs, and I found it just now." With that, he took out a lighter from the pocket on the back of his ass and shook it at Huang Qiubo.

Seeing this, Huang Qiubo nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go back to the office first." After speaking, he waved his hand at Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan didn't have the heart to linger longer, turned around and walked out of the gate of the archives, walked around the outer wall, and walked around the back of the archives.

Behind the archives, separated by a fence more than two meters high, is an overgrown bush.

The grass was dirty, littered with gravel and some scraps of paper, and the bushes were dusty and looked disorganized by no one to take care of them. Across the wall, there wafted a sour smell of decay.

It was very inconvenient to move on such a ground, and Ming Chuan walked a few steps before finding that there was no road ahead.

He sensed that Shadow Lan had run a long way, at least two kilometers away from him.

Haven't you caught up after chasing for so long?

That little ghost is really fast.

Ming Chuan looked around, there was a dead end in front of him, and if he wanted to get there, he would have to take a detour, or simply go back the way he came and find a new way out of the street.

Both methods were a bit time-consuming, and the speed of the guy in Shadow Lan was so fast that it didn't take long to jump out again.

It's also a shame that the connection between them is much closer now, and if it was before, it would have been impossible to sense it a long time ago. However, even now, as the distance increases, the sensing becomes extremely weak, and it is possible to disappear at any time. (To be continued.) )