In the middle of the night, the lock on the door in the back building was opened again.

The two talismans on the left and right that Wong Tai Sin personally glued, although they have been exposed to the wind and sun for these days, are still blazing.

The last two are two small door gods. Protect the "residents" in the building at all times.

The door to the back building was pushed open again.

Once again, three "old acquaintances" stood in front of the thick layer of dust in the door.

It's just that this time there are a bunch of cameras, and the eyes behind the cameras to stare at it.

On the thick dust, there are still two clear footprints.

The only difference was that the moment the door opened, Xiao Ling's head seemed to hurt even more.

This time, the goal is to explore 201, so there is no need to pause.

Xiao Ling held up the flashlight and walked inside.

The little ghost is second, and the old camera man is third.

It's just that the fourth place is actually ...... A drone!

This machine seems to be smaller, and Xiao Ling doesn't know what model it is. It's just that it doesn't seem to be too intrusive, except for some whining fans.

Since it's all right, let it be.

After a while, Xiao Ling and his party walked to the door of 202.

Xiao Ling and his party stopped moving forward, and listened to the door for a while, but there seemed to be no movement inside the door.

No, before I came, there seemed to be some movement...... Could it be that they know that the boss lady is coming, so they want to hide?

Just because there's no movement doesn't mean it's okay.

Xiao Ling decided to take a look at the situation of 202 first.

Xiao Ling held a bunch of keys, and he didn't need to look at it anymore, so he easily found the key to 202 from this string of 25 keys.

It's so familiar, I can't come every few days.

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Ling felt that he was late.

The "man" is gone.

The bed burned to the point that only the iron shelves remained—and even the iron shelves were dissipating.

This picture of replaying like a movie every day, Xiao Ling is no longer surprised. It doesn't need a few slow motions with its left hand and right hand at all, it's fast forwarding on its own.

It's really late today, so I can't ask anything......

Hey, that's not right!

That flower pot on the windowsill, why hasn't it gotten better?!

Even the body attached to the head did not see it shrink back.

Is this going to be a sperm or drinking too much?

Not only that, but if you listen carefully, that "head" is even crying!

Compared to the cry of being beaten before, there is a different formula today.

Xiao Ling closed his eyes and listened for a while...... Sure enough, it's different.

Although there were also beatings and crying, the proportion dropped significantly.

In today's crying, there is more - sadness!

Yes, it's the kind of sadness you feel when you're out of love. Although this person and "them" do not seem to be in the same biological state, the cry is very similar.

Xiao Ling, who had a headache, seemed to have this feeling of experiencing other people's cries and was not blocked.

This...... Could it be that this is Xiao Ling's special function?

Since it hasn't disappeared yet, there's a chance, hurry up and drop!

Xiao Ling stretched out his hand and asked the little ghost to borrow a talisman.

Last time, it was said that there were three things to be set, and there was a time limit.

Then this time only one flower pot should be more effective.

Xiao Ling took the talisman and opened it to take a look, well, it was really much neater. Why open it up? Because this "woman" doesn't have to be decided and doesn't disappear immediately. So, there is still the effort to open a glimpse.

After a glance, Xiao Ling pasted the talisman on the flower pot.

There was a sudden mixture of fear and horror in that sad cry, but it was quickly drowned out by sadness.

Sure enough, this is a heartbroken "woman".

Generally speaking, if this is a normal human being, then when you are sad and crying, you can ask something.

It's just that I don't know if it will work against this "flower pot".

Anyway, let the dead be asked as if they were alive.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" I don't know the age, but for the sake of this, it should be a dead person, and the principle that the dead are great, and it shouldn't be wrong to call Sister Sheng.

"Woo woo woo ~ ......" According to normal human beings, when they are crying sadly, someone comes to comfort them, as if they have suddenly found a backer, but they are even more aggrieved, so the crying will be louder.

Sure enough, this "sister" is also quite in line with the performance of normal human beings.

Well, in that case, you should be able to ask......

Hee-hee, that's good news.

"Sister, can we stop crying?" Xiao Ling even wanted to lower down and hold on to the flower pot. I thought about it, but I didn't dare.

"There are still guests living in our hotel, and if you cry like this, they can't rest well." It is reasonable to persuade this as a proprietress to do so.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" except for a few degrees, however, still crying.

In this cry, there is less grievance, and there is not much pain...... Is it because there are onlookers today and there are fewer fights?

Or did he bring someone here and he fought less?

Hey, although I know that this beating repeated every day may be a replay of the image, but I don't feel good when I watch it like this every day.

This seems to be very similar to reality, some scumbags are very willing to beat women, have a good face outside, beat their wives at home, and they can't make money and can spend money. It's like something in the unit, like a bear at home.

As long as there are outsiders present, a large part of them will be a little more restrained.

Therefore, this kind of interference, Xiao Ling is still quite willing to do it.

Even if I really have a headache today, I'm about to crack.

"Why does that man beat you every day?" Xiao Ling asked.

Xiao Ling has no experience in these things, so she can only rely on the girl's sympathy for the girl, and the perspective of not affecting the normal customers in front of her, to persuade and resolve it.

Therefore, Xiao Ling has always been very reluctant to let Huang Daxian use that super mana or something to dissolve them in this building.

"Woo...... Woo ......" The cry of the "woman" gradually became smaller, and slowly turned into a kind of sob.

The whole shoulder drove the head, and it was the flower pot, sobbing for a while.

Judging from the shots in the building opposite, it is probably just this flower pot trembling.

It seems that the water is really deep in video shooting, and the angle is a big key point.

Of course, after watching the old camera man, it was the uncle's work, well, the work, and I realized that the later stage is also so important.

The dog pounced on his head, and I don't know what this shot will look like.

Stop! Now is not the time to be curious.

Now is the time for questioning.

This flower pot, oh, this "woman" only knows how to cry, just sob, and does not answer at all.

Even, from the beginning to the present, it is all head down, and even the face is imprinted on the windowsill.

"She" never looked up at all.

This...... What does that mean?

Xiao Ling turned his head to look at the little ghost.

The imp looked dazed.

Xiao Ling looked at the uncle.

The uncle still looked at the camera with a serious face.

No one can help. Or, like the cameras outside, they can only record it all faithfully, without interference, without help, without being in charge.

After all, Xiao Ling is the proprietress and the person who can call the shots in this small hotel.

Well, it's just yourself.

Xiao Ling strengthened his courage, took a deep breath~ walked forward, and stretched out his hand to the flower pot~