Bai Xuanzhi interjected, "Uncle Meng, did you just say that it was a previous case?" Uncle Meng turned his head, looked at Bai Xuanzhi, and nodded. I asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with this?" Bai Xuanyi looked suspicious and shook his head slightly, "The soul has not been dispersed for so long...... "I understand it, I have been dead for so long and lingering at that intersection for a long time, it must be caused by unresolved grievances, and I am the unlucky person who will stuff his teeth when he drinks saliva, if people don't find me, who else can he find?" I sighed softly, what can I do, this kind of ghost-summoning physique that I have, I can't do anything to avoid those disasters.

Sometimes when I think about it, the history of my heartache, blood and tears as an adult, can be regarded as a journey of hardships and hardships, which can be described as a life of nine deaths and many hardships. Maybe it's a miracle that I'm alive now.

Next, it's a matter of waiting patiently. That said, I couldn't calm down. We wandered around the room for more than half an hour. Everyone waited anxiously, like a ripple in the calm water of the lake. The world seems to have become cold and quiet.

Brother Yang was a little stunned, "Why hasn't it worked?" He was a little helpless and complained.

"Wait, it might take a while. In comparison, Bai Xuanzhi was calm and composed. After a long time, the information we had been waiting for was finally presented. I couldn't wait to look through the thick file bag, take out a report full of text, and a photo embedded in the resume, as soon as I saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, pointed to the photo and said: "Yes, it's him, the male ghost I saw before is him." I paused for a moment and then continued reading: "Chen Jin, who lives at No. 29 South Road. This address is familiar. From my mouth, I could hear a faint voice reading.

"The alley near the Taiping junction. Bai Xuanzhi took my words. Brother Yang also heard a little about us, and he stammered and repeated: "Male...... Male ghost?" I nodded, "Well, and sometimes I am haunted by this male ghost in my dreams, uh, most of it just intimidates me and makes me uneasy. I said as I slowly leaned back in my chair.

"So fierce? ghost...... What's going on?" Brother Yang suddenly leaned over and asked curiously. Bai Xuanzhi's brows furrowed slightly, "There are thousands of postures and different forms. Most of them remain the same as they were before they died, but it depends on what kind of posture the ghost wants to present to the world. Some of them are no different from ordinary people, but their body temperature is as low as that of a person who has just come out of an ice cellar. Bai Xuanzhi looked at Brother Yang and explained sincerely.

"Don't be curious about these, run for your life if you encounter them. Uncle Meng added a word of advice. "Well, I still don't want to touch those things for the rest of my life. Brother Yang shrank back and replied with a shiver.

Suddenly, Bai Xuanzhi shouted in surprise, "Look at this," Bai Xuanzhi handed me a photo in front of me and let me look at it. I fixed my eyes and was taken aback, and shouted in surprise: "Isn't this the little ghost we saw?" Bai Xuanzhi nodded. Later, I learned from him that this little ghost's name is Chen Miao, who is Chen Jin's eldest son, Chen Jin has a total of three children, two boys and one girl, but the two sons died about six years ago, and they were poisoned by their own father. Bai Xuanzhi also found a small number of old newspapers embedded in the file bag, which were specially published to publish a report on Chen Jin's poisoning of his own son.

"So, he should have a daughter?" I simply said what was on my mind. "Chen Jin is a good gambler, he owes a lot of debts, it can be said that he has nothing, the loan shark came to the door to shout to kill, poured gasoline, wrote red letters, shouted and scolded, and so on, so the nearby residents once called the police, and heard that the gang was very fierce, which has affected the daily life of the neighbors nearby. Uncle Meng made a concise analysis of the facts with a simple and clear explanation.

"Where is Chen Jin's wife now, is she living with his daughter?" I asked. The information does not contain detailed information about Chen Jin's wife and his daughter. And because Chen Jin committed suicide, the police officer who took over the case at that time did not investigate too much, so he symbolically collected general information and closed the case.

Just as a few of us were chatting happily, "I still have a case to follow up, I'll go and get busy first!" Uncle Meng's voice interrupted our conversation, "Well, thank you, Uncle Meng!" I politely thanked him, smiled at me, said a few more words, and strode out of the archives.

Getting back to business, the three of us have a new round of discussion. However, we got a useful piece of information, Chen Jin's mother is still alive. In the end, we decided to visit this lonely old man and inquire about the whereabouts of Chen Jin's wife by the way. The three of us set off at once, and it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, and the three of us were walking in the dark alley, but we took a fork in the road, and could not find the right direction for a while. Later, I asked passers-by who had walked, and then I arrived at my destination. We arrived at Chenjia Village, a village close to the city. Chen Jin's mother was a deaf woman because of her ears, and the people in the village called her a deaf woman. Asking the villagers for the address of the deaf woman's house, we quickly found the deaf woman's home.

But the strange thing is that when the deaf woman saw the three of us, she did not have the same cheerful and gentle face as in the photo, but swept us out with disgust. He also took a broom and cursed the three of us viciously.

Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected, and we had no choice but to go to the nearby grocery store to rest and think long-term. They each bought drinks and snacks, and the three of them sat around a table. I took a sip of iced tea and said, "It's not a way to go on like this, and the deaf woman won't listen to our explanation." I raised my voice a little, and I was listening to the grocery store proprietor. She sneered and interjected, "You're here to find the deaf woman, right?" I advise you not to bother, no matter who she sees now, if she doesn't say anything, picking up a stick is a mess, and you are lucky not to be beaten by her to a blue nose and swollen face." The last time those guys weren't so lucky. ”

Brother Yang suddenly had an idea, he had an idea, and said with a smile: "Boss, can you tell us more about the deaf woman? Do you think this will happen?" Perhaps for the sake of money, or perhaps expecting something from our deal, the proprietress came over, sat down in front of us, let out a long sigh, folded her arms, and talked about some of the past.