It was quiet, not a single ghost was seen. www.biquge.info I took two steps back, leaning my back against the wall and slowly moving to the side......

When I walked to the door of the storeroom, I suddenly heard a rustling sound from inside. Immediately stopped, and the cat looked in the doorway......

A burly man sneaks around on the dye box, not knowing what he's hiding. From time to time, I look around, and my face is empty.

"Hey~" The sudden sinking of my shoulders made me stand up sharply and look back at the man who suddenly appeared.

"What are you doing here?"

"Shh~" I gestured to him, and now I don't care if he is a human or a ghost, I doubt it...... The sneaky man in the warehouse had nothing to do with the bombing.

"You're not a worker here. He said with certainty, tilting his head into my face, "What are you doing here?"

I took a closer look at this man, he was white and clean, not the best, but he gave people a very comfortable feeling.

His shirt is glued with some blue dye, which looks a little abstract.

"Hey!" he raised his hand and shook it in front of me, frowning at me, "Why don't you speak?"

I grabbed his wrists, which were whiter than a woman's hands. I'm sure he's not a worker here either.

I hooked the corners of my lips and raised an eyebrow at him: "What about you, what are you doing here?"

"I ......" he opened his mouth, suddenly realizing that something was wrong: "I asked you first, and you haven't answered my question yet." ”

"Why should I tell you?" I pushed his hand away, leaning down on the side of the small window next to it and looking in, the sneaky man was still there, holding a black cloth bag in his hand.

"Hey!" the kid behind me poked me in the shoulder and continued, "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

I glared back at him and said angrily, "Don't bother me, go play!"

He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then returned to his hippie smile: "Why are you so fierce, you tell me what your name is, and I won't bother you." ”

"Yo he~" I looked back at him, more than 30 years ago, men flirting with girls were also this kind of routine?

It seems that he has not yet realized that he is dead. Or is it...... In this space, they cannot be reincarnated, and can only repeat the things of their previous life.

Suddenly felt a little distressed about the kid in front of him, he looked like he was in his twenties, and it was a pity that he died at such a young age.

"Have you thought about it, do you want to tell me?" he suddenly leaned closer to me, with a faint mint aroma on his body.

I glanced at him in disgust, raised my hand against his chest, and pushed him away: "You're not a worker here, don't be nosy!"

"How do you know I'm not a worker here?" he was visibly surprised.

"Nonsense!" I continued to lie on the window, vigilantly staring at the man's every move in the warehouse: "The fabric you wear is not something that ordinary people can afford to wear, your skin is white and tender, and there are no calluses on your hands at all. And...... The necklace around your neck is a lot of money, right?"

At first glance, it is the son and brother of a rich family, and a few decades ago, it should have been the young master of a big family or something.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly chuckled: "You're so smart, whose girl are you?"

"Your uncle's!" I replied casually.

"My uncle's family?" he thought about it seriously and muttered to himself, "But...... There are no such young girls in my uncle's family. ”