After watching the cartoon for a while and amusing Xiao Yaoyao, Ling Cheng went into the kitchen alone and went to make dinner.

The dishes don't need to be cooked, there are leftovers from yesterday in the fridge, just cook.

Ling Cheng is a good family man, he methodically washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker, cooking rice on one side, and putting a plate of leftover fish-flavored shredded pork in the refrigerator into the microwave oven on the other side.

By the time the rice is cooked, the dishes in the microwave are already hot.

He brought the food into the living room and ate dinner alone, as for Xiao Yaoyao, she naturally didn't eat this kind of human food.

After dinner, Ling Cheng watched cartoons with Xiao Yaoyao for a while, and then went into the room alone and turned on his laptop to surf the Internet.

As for going to the Chunyang Hotel to find evidence of murder, there is no need to rush, Ling Cheng decided to go after 12 o'clock tonight, at that time everyone was asleep, and he sneaked into the Chunyang Hotel, so it would not be easy to be discovered.

Ling Cheng studied interior design in college, and after quitting his previous job, he has also been looking for design-related jobs, and has submitted many resumes online, but he doesn't know what the situation is.

He logged in to his mailbox and checked, and four companies replied to the email.

Ling Cheng clicked on a reply letter and saw that his job application was rejected on the grounds that his education was too low.

"Nima, my brother is a genuine undergraduate graduate, and he still has a low education? Does your company only recruit masters and doctors? It's so high, I really can't climb it. ”

Ling Cheng immediately deleted the email.

I clicked on a reply letter, but it was also rejected on the grounds that the profession was not right.

The information of this company is obviously for interior decoration, and Ling Cheng's resume also states that his major is interior design, and it is ridiculous to say that the major is not right.

Ling Cheng immediately deleted this email, and he clicked on the other two emails, and the content of the replies from these two companies could hire him.

However, Ling Cheng shook his head, very dissatisfied.

"One company has a basic salary of 3,000, and another company offers a basic salary of 3,500, which is too low, don't do it."

Such a salary should be attractive to people who have just graduated, but for Ling Cheng, who has worked for a few years after graduation, he is not interested, his previous job is a basic salary of five thousand plus a commission, although these two companies also have commissions, but the treatment is not as good as the previous job.

The so-called water flows to a lower place, and people go to a higher place, Ling Cheng naturally will not go to a job with worse pay than before.

He deleted the two emails again.

"In the past few days, a total of nine resumes have been submitted, and there are still five companies that have not responded, so wait slowly."

This kind of urgency is useless, so he can only wait slowly, he quit the mailbox, and then read the news on the Internet.

When it was close to twelve o'clock in the evening, Ling Cheng grabbed the backpack he had carried when he went to the mass grave last night and carried it on his shoulder.

The bag contains a strong light flashlight, a pickaxe, a rope, a ghost token, a ghost knife, and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray.

I'm not going to catch ghosts tonight, but these things might be useful, so it's not a bad thing to bring them with you.

When I came out of the room, I saw Xiao Yaoyao still sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Xiao Yaoyao, I'm going out to do something, do you want to go with my brother?"

Ling Cheng asked.

"What are you going to do?"

Xiao Yaoyao asked curiously.

"I'm going to the Chunyang Hotel to find evidence that Tian Fanghai was killed, and after I find the evidence, I'll go to the police, so that the police will open a case for investigation......"

Ling Cheng said simply.

"Uh-oh."

Xiao Yaoyao nodded as if she didn't understand, and then shook her head again, "Brother Ling Cheng, I'm not going, I'm going to wait for my ghost sister at home." ”

"Okay, you just wait at home, don't worry, your ghost sister hasn't been captured by the ghost, she will definitely come to you."

"Uh-huh, I'm sure she'll come to me."

Xiao Yaoyao continued to watch TV, waiting for her ghost sister.

Ling Cheng walked out of the living room, locked the door, went down the stairs, came out of the apartment building alone, hailed a taxi on the street outside, and went straight to Dongjiang Station.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped outside Dongjiang Station, and Ling Cheng got out of the car.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the clock, it was 0:25 in the morning, and the Dongjiang station at midnight seemed very deserted, and there were almost no people in sight, except for the occasional long-distance bus driving into the station entrance, adding a touch of life to the old station.

Ling Cheng didn't stop outside the station, he immediately went around the road to the residential area on the right side of the station, and the residents and businesses in this area had already gone to sleep.

In the silence of midnight, Ling Cheng's figure came to the front of the Chunyang Hotel like a ghost, and then he quickly grabbed the sewer pipe and began to climb up.

Ling Cheng usually loves sports, and when he used to work in the company, he would go to the gym every weekend, or go to the suburbs to climb the mountains.

This sewer pipe is an iron pipe, and there is no need to worry about it being broken, Ling Cheng grabbed the pipe and climbed up quickly like an ape, and soon climbed to the third floor, he grabbed the pipe with one hand, leaned out, and leaned out with the other hand to hold the guardrail of the balcony, kicked his feet slightly, and the whole person swung over like a swing.

Grabbing the balcony guardrail with both hands, Ling Cheng made a pull-up movement, and his upper body jumped to the top of the guardrail, followed by lifting one foot to put it on it, twisting his waist, he turned over the guardrail and jumped onto the balcony, the whole process was smooth and smooth, without any stagnation.

Ever since his psychic ability was triggered by the Ghost Token, Ling Cheng's visual function was extraordinary, and even in a pitch-black environment, he could vaguely see things within ten meters.

He glanced at the small balcony, which was littered with miscellaneous items and a few withered potted plants.

His eyes fell on the door from the balcony to the back room, he walked over and pushed it, frowning, and the door was locked from the inside.

"How do I open this door?"

Ling Cheng was in trouble, he didn't bring the tools to pry the door when he came, but there was a pickaxe in the bag, and he took the pickaxe out of the backpack, maybe he could use this to pry the door open.

Inserting the sharp pickaxe into the gap between the door lock and the door frame, Ling Cheng broke it with all his strength, only to hear a strange click.

"Looks like it's been pried open?"

Ling Cheng raised his hand to push the door, and couldn't help but look happy, and the door really opened.

Walking into the house, Ling Cheng closed the door again, and then took out the flashlight from his bag and turned it on.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ling Cheng's expression froze, and he felt a gloomy aura filling the room, not because he was suspicious, but because the atmosphere in this building was obviously different from the balcony outside, and the air in the room was a little colder than the outside.

Ling Cheng is no stranger to this kind of atmosphere, and knows that this is because there are ghosts haunting here, which produces this eerie atmosphere.

Ling Cheng didn't care about the ghosts here, as early as when the owner of the shop said that the hotel was haunted, he made a judgment, it must be Tian Fanghai's ghost who came here to do something, and now that Tian Fanghai has gone to hell, naturally there is no need to pay attention to the haunting.

The flashlight swept around, and Ling Cheng looked at the floor.