According to the little ghost, he now has about fifteen minutes of interrogation.

I'm going to seize these fifteen minutes and ask at least who "they" are. Where did it come from? How long do you want to stay? Why do you cry so much every day? Why are you crying so badly today? ……

How could I have so many questions?

"I asked if they could understand Mandarin?" Xiao Ling asked the little ghost again.

"How would I know? Sister, hurry up and ask, there's not much time. "The imp seems to be in a hurry.

"Uh-oh." Xiao Ling should start exercising her power as a boss lady.

Xiao Ling looked at the shirtless "man" in front of him, and the wooden stick in his hand that hit the woman seemed to have been thrown away.

He was the one who kept banging on the door just now.

He seemed to be hiding from the talisman on the window. So I want to break through the door.

The man's face was thin and pointed. The eyes are very fierce.

That's fine. It's just that the lenses on TV used to be basically blue. How...... Is this style of painting different?

Xiao Ling tried to shine the flashlight on the man's stomach, and there seemed to be a shadow on the wall.

It's weird.

"Who are you?" Xiao Ling asked right in front of the man.

The man should not. The eyes seem to move.

So, he can see me, too?

This time I understood why they disappeared as soon as we entered the door last time, and it turned out that they saw us enter the door and ran away.

If you can see me, you can interact?

To be able to interact is to be able to answer questions. As for whether he could touch it, Xiao Ling didn't care.

Xiao Ling didn't dare to touch it.

After asking for a long time, the man didn't answer, just stared at Xiao Ling with wide eyes.

It's as if I've been hit by the melon seed point acupoint hand of the white exhibition hall. A look of shock.

Could it be that these two ghosts were frightened by the three of us?

This shocked face is the same as seeing a ghost.

So who are they?

The "man", who was so shocked that he still had a talisman on his body, seemed to refuse to speak.

Xiao Ling asked two or three times in a row, but ignored people.

And the flame on the bed is also slowly expanding the territory.

The body on the windowsill is slowly shrinking, the head is turning into a flower pot, and the long hair is being recycled......

"You're just delaying, isn't it?" Xiao Ling asked the little ghost.

"I guess so, I don't know." The little ghost is a little weak-hearted. "It's the first time I've used it."

"Where did you get the talisman?" Xiao Ling asked. After working together for the past two months, Xiao Ling never noticed that he would do this.

"I drew it myself." The imp said. Dare to love, this is using 202 as a test.

"You!" Xiao Ling gritted his teeth. How can there be such an unreliable person?!

"Don't stare at me yet, hurry up and ask it first!" The imp said as he pointed at the "man".

Also, it has been several minutes since the door was opened, and it is estimated that half of the incense has to be burned off, and there is still no response.

"Who the hell are you? Why is it here? Xiao Ling asked the "man" again.

Still no response. But the horror on its face seemed to be a little less. What is replaced is a dead man who can't open his mouth!

What kind of people are these! Oh no, what the hell is this!

I didn't say anything about coming to my house for some reason, but also scared my guests, and brought a negative impact to my hotel, and didn't give me money!

I also have a bad review!

I...... Where can I reason?

Forget it, this dead domestic violence male ghost doesn't speak, I'll go find the beaten female ghost.

The female ghost, shrinking a little faster, is now almost turning into a spherical flower pot. The hair has also been retracted quite a bit.

However, the talisman attached to the dead domestic violence male ghost at the door seems to be of some use to this flower pot ghost.

So, hurry up and ask, while it's still too late.

"Who are you?" Xiao Ling changed his tone. After all, it's quite pitiful to be a woman who is beaten every day and hit her head.

"Woo woo ......" finally responded. But, still crying.

It's just that listening to this kind of cry so close is really ...... It's scary.

In this cry, there is a resentment, a little frightened, and even the comfort of finding a backer, and some content that I don't know what it means. - Why can I taste so many ways about this cry? Xiao Ling was a little curious.

Yes, how can a girl feel so much about such a subtle thing?

Even, Xiao Ling could feel the trembling of the flower pot...... After all, Wong Tai Sin's talisman is attached to this side.

It's just that no matter how much I asked, there was no answer.

It's not much of an interaction if you just ask questions and don't answer them. Ay.

Could it be a language barrier? Or, they don't understand?

Aren't they Chinese ghosts?

Or, they don't hear at all?

A large string of question marks popped up on Xiao Ling's head, like a hat.

Xiao Ling turned to the little ghost. The imp shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that this is half a bucket of water.

The ghost talisman drawn by the ghost of half a bucket of water may not be half a stick of incense, and even this incense may still be picked up at night?

I don't understand.

It's just that at this moment, the flower pot is accelerating its forming, the bed is burning at an accelerated pace, and the domestic violence male ghost is also disappearing at an accelerated pace.

It's like being fast-forwarded.

Before long, the whole room, except for three living people, was empty.

Even, Xiao Ling took a few steps, and there was an echo.

Is the time coming? Xiao Ling raised his hand and looked at the time, no, not even twelve o'clock yet.

Are you scared of us?

In the past few years, I have only heard of people being scared to death by ghosts, and I have never heard of ghosts being scared away.

Isn't this a ghost?

I don't understand.

Let's get out of this room, there will be no more crying anyway.

Xiao Ling thought as he walked out.

As soon as I arrived at the door, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a shadow on the other side of the stairs, which flashed.

What is that?

Xiao Ling rushed over. The next two, the imp and the camera, also ran along.

In three or two steps, Xiao Ling rushed to the top of the stairs.

Nothing.

What was it just now? It looks like a figure.

Xiao Ling took a flashlight to shine upstairs and downstairs, but there was nothing but dusty stairs and rusty railings.

Hey, no, the footprints on the stairs...... On the stairs leading to the third floor, there is a new line of footprints, which are clearly new, but they are slowly disappearing......

Is it upstairs?

Xiao Ling chased the footprints and ran up to the third floor.

However, in the corridor on the third floor, there were no new footprints at all, and even the big footprints that had always existed before did not appear in the corridor.

It's not that there are no footprints, only half, the second half......

Xiao Ling stood there again, dazed, not knowing what to do.

The first time the imp came to the back building, he didn't know what to do.

The camera is only responsible for recording, there is no language, no movement.

What's next?