Jingle's waist pole was wrapped with a thick bandage for the doctor, and Lan Ruoxi was writing a compensation agreement for the air police, and then wrote the address, the Public Security Special Case Handling Section.

"That's not a big deal, is it?"

I whispered something in her ear.

Lan Ruoxi smiled.

"The old stone said that all the expenses we went to N City will be reimbursed by the ghost burial team."

I sighed, feeling sorry for Shi Jian in my heart.

Although I knew Lan Ruoxi's strength, I didn't expect her to be so strong, and even if the other party was a woman.

Jingle's waist pole was already wrapped with a thick bandage, and she was still shouting that it hurt, and Jingle's agent kept saying that he wanted to sue us.

At 9 o'clock, the plane landed on the airport, and there were already cheers outside, and I saw that many Jingle fans were already waiting in the waiting room, and many reporters were waiting at the disembarkation area.

Lan Ruoxi and I got off the plane first, bypassed the memory, and entered the waiting room, where we saw a yawning and short man holding a big sign with my and Lan Ruoxi's names written on it.

After we walked over, the man was in a black coat, his knees were long, and he looked a little sluggish, but as soon as he saw Lan Ruoxi, his eyes immediately widened.

"Oh, it's Sister Lan, hehe, it's been a long time."

Then Lan Ruoxi tried hard to remember something.

"I'm Wang Xiaomao, you forgot, it's the students in the last phase of the ghost burial team, that time, we also went on a mission together, this is Zhang Qingyuan, hehe, the people of our ghost burial team, but they all know you."

Lan Ruoxi seemed to think about it.

"I remember that you used to be so tall, why haven't you grown taller after so many years?"

"Oh, Sister Lan, don't make fun of me, hehe, I was born with short legs, long body, not tall, go, we have set up a table in the Jude Hotel, several brothers, they all want to meet you, hehe."

I let out a sigh and got into the parking lot, got into the black van of the Ghost Burial Team, and drove onto the road.

"I'll open it, I played mahjong again last night."

Lan Ruoxi said, driving the car, Wang Xiaomao said apologetically.

"I'm sorry for you, Sister Lan, alas, our side is not like yours, there are so many ghost things, at most there are seven or eight cases a year, and we will solve them within our ability, otherwise we can only wait for the headquarters to send someone."

Then I asked about the rumors about the horror stories circulating in N City.

"Brother Zhang, you don't know, this rumor, but when I was in elementary school, it was circulated, and then we also checked, and there was nothing strange, at most, some people were missing, but later, they were all found, and some of them had an accident or something."

"Then have you checked the relevance of the event?"

"Sister Lan, all the situations have been seen by Brother Tian, and there is nothing special about it."

In Wang Xiaomao's narration, I knew that it was rumored that there was a horror story that would appear on the ground from time to time, and once someone picked it up, after reading it, would disappear inexplicably.

There was once a guy who claimed to have seen a horror story, disappeared for three months, and after a detailed investigation, they found that the person, who couldn't remember anything for three months, also tried to let the hypnotist awaken his memory.

As a result, the man couldn't think of anything, except that the horror story was given to him by a child.

"Did you find the kid?"

"Yesterday, Brother Tian explained to us, so we pulled the man over, inquired about it, drew the child's face, and started to look for it."

When I came to Jude Hotel, it was just 12 o'clock, a relatively large restaurant, surrounded by glass walls, hung with a lot of white curtains, and inside was a chic small table, which was for two people to eat, and there were already many people eating.

"Ouch, Brother Mao, you're here, hehe, hurry up and please."

A man with a fat face who looked like a manager, when he saw Wang Xiaomao, he came over directly and greeted us.

"You eat here a lot?"

I asked.

"Hehe, of course, a month, we have to spend two or three hundred thousand here, so of course the boss likes us."

I chuckled in my heart and looked at Wang Xiaomao.

"But this year it's a little less, hehe, there are four brothers, there is an accident, two are gone, and there are two, one in the intensive care unit, one in a psychiatric hospital."

I sighed, although Wang Xiaomao said it in a relaxed tone, but when I thought of the matter of the ghost burial team, I was also a little uncomfortable.

Entering a private room on the second floor, pushing open the door, there was a commotion, 11 people from the ghost team gathered together, on the table, there was a lot of money, they were gambling.

"Brothers, stop playing, get ready to eat."

The people from the ghost burial team immediately greeted us, and Lan Ruoxi recognized several people.

"Sister Lan, we had a meeting at school, but I often heard that you caused trouble for Brother Tian and Lao Shi, is there any convergence now?"

"Something went wrong this time, hehe." All of a sudden, everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Looking at this group of young men in their early twenties, I was very happy.

After dinner, we had a little chat, and I planned to go to Zhou Minzao, who was in the Dream Blue neighborhood in the center of the city.

In the city center, Wang Xiaomao drove us around the city, showed us a little about some places, and then pointed to a shop with a huge crab decoration on it that said King Crab.

"Later, in the afternoon, I will go to that house to eat, and the braised crab in oil at that house is very good, hehe."

Came to the dream blue community, a blue, very quiet feeling, there are many facilities, there are many buildings, we went to the 11th building, parked the car below, took the elevator directly, went up to the 7th floor, room 11708, rang the doorbell.

"Something seems wrong, Qingyuan." Lan Ruoxi said, Wang Xiaomao immediately took out some crookedly written, but quite regular yellow talismans, took them in his hand, pulled open the zipper, and revealed the gossip mirror on his chest.

There was a click, and the door opened.

"Who are you looking for......" An old voice came from inside, an old woman with white hair, hunched over, seemed to have bad eyes, and was on crutches, Lan Ruoxi hurriedly helped her.

"Granny, we're police officers and want to ask something."

After entering the house, the furniture and everything are complete, and when I look around, it seems that this old woman lives alone.

We asked Zhou about the morning and took out the letter he sent to my dad.

"According to the information, you are Mr. Zhou's mother." Wang Xiaomao said a word, and the old woman suddenly asked in surprise.

"Who? Who is my son? ”

Then Wang Xiaomao took out the photo, and the old woman took it in her hand and looked at it for a long time.

"This man, I don't know, he's not my son, I've never had a son."

"No, old woman, we investigated, your son, a while ago, died of myocardial infarction, your relatives, that's what you said?"

We asked a lot of things, and the old woman in front of us insisted that Zhou Minzao was not his son, and with her consent, we found a photo album.

However, what is surprising is that there is no photo of Zhou Minzao in the album, and some photos are a little strange, this old woman looks like she was taking a photo with her husband, the two smiled happily, but the distance between them was a little far, as if there should have been another person in the middle, but it was gone.

Lan Ruoxi took out the photo, looked at it carefully, and suddenly, I screamed, and in the photo, a child suddenly appeared, smiling evilly, and his face moved, and I had goosebumps all over my body, and I rolled up.

Rubbing his eyes, he continued to look at nothing.

"Qingyuan, what's wrong?" Seeing that the old woman was present, I didn't say anything.

Seeing that we couldn't find any clues, we decided to go to Zhou Minzao's other relatives' houses and ask carefully.

Walking to the elevator, we waited patiently, the elevator was still on the 17th floor.

Finally, the elevator came down, and there was a burst of little boyish laughter.

"In this world, there are really ghosts, whether you believe it or not, ghosts are beside you."

It was a bloody, black-faced, terrifying child, standing in the elevator, and I screamed, clenched my fists, and hit it, and there was nothing.

"Qingyuan, what's wrong?"

Then I told Wang Xiaomao and Lan Ruoxi what I saw, but neither of them saw it.

After entering the elevator, I still had palpitations, thinking about what I had just seen, and now I can't use the evil qi, so I have to be careful, but I am sure that what I just saw and heard is true.

Lan Ruoxi kept looking around, stretching out her nose and sniffing vigorously.

"Sister Lan, do you feel anything?" Wang Xiaomao asked, and Lan Ruoxi shook her head.

The elevator was about to reach the first floor, and in an instant, I found that the number of the elevator, showing a negative number, began to go down, minus one, minus two beating.

"Uncle, it's time to get there."

It was a little imp who was bleeding from the seven orifices, standing next to me, a cold little hand, on my hand, I didn't say a word, I clenched my fist, and smashed it.

"Qingyuan, what are you doing?"

Lan Ruoxi hurriedly grabbed my hand, Wang Xiaomao looked at it with a frightened face, and my fist was right in front of him.

"I guess it's for the ghosts." I muttered, Wang Xiaomao looked around in horror, looked around, held the gossip mirror on his chest, and shook around.

Then, we went to find several relatives of Zhou Minzao, without exception, no one remembered Zhou Minzao, except for Wang Xiaomao's hand, the file he was holding, and Zhou Minzao's birth and death-related things, his relatives, I don't remember anything, and in those albums, without exception, some photos are indeed missing people.