Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky was as dark as it was dark.

The windows of the houses are lit up, and the streets without street lights are dim.

The convoy outside Song Hu's house had not yet dispersed, and it increased with the arrival of another car not long ago, and several figures walked through the door.

A short time later, a figure leaned out with a lantern, hung the white lantern on the door, and then retracted behind the door.

The faint noise crossed the high wall, and there seemed to be a white banquet in the courtyard.

Less than 30 meters away from Song Hu's house, an old-fashioned Xiali was parked quietly, and it was pitch black in the car.

A faint silhouette of the driver's seat can be seen.

Lu Li waited in the car for a day, and in order to avoid extraneous branches, Yang Chunxue was not released.

He didn't dare to guarantee that Song Hu's ghost would detect Yang Chunxue's yin qi when it appeared, and he would turn around and flee.

The phone screen lights up, glances at the time, and then dimms again.

In this quiet waiting, time passed quietly.

A few hours later, near midnight, a soft hum suddenly sounded from the street.

Lu Li's eyes fell on the rearview mirror, and more than ten meters from the rear of the car, a figure swayed over.

"Sister, you boldly go forward~"

The figure couldn't see the face clearly, the temples were eye-catching, and the old voice was equally familiar.

The old Lu of Qianqingguan.

Lu Li quietly looked at Lu Laodao in the rearview mirror and approached, skimmed the car, and walked towards Song Hu's house with a white lantern on it.

He didn't notice that Lu Li was also here.

Lu Li frowned slightly, he didn't expect Lu Laodao to appear here, and his target seemed to be Song Hu's family.

Whatever his purpose, there is a risk of disrupting the plan.

Lu Li pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked quickly to the old road.

Can't let him do bad things.

It just so happened that Lu Li had a new question to ask.

……

A soothing and relaxing piano rings from the room and flows through the hallway.

The melody lasts for several seconds before it comes to an abrupt halt, and the keys echo.

"What's wrong......?" Han Lan appeared at the door, the coffee in her hand steaming.

Wu Hao turned his head in shock, and smiled bitterly when he saw that it was his wife: "My brain is a mess, probably because I just moved and my thoughts are confused, so I will rest early and write tomorrow morning." ”

Han Lan approached the piano room and put the coffee on the table: "I've already made the coffee." ”

"Let's drink it again tomorrow, cool refreshment." Wu proudly dropped the lid of the piano and sorted out the manuscript he had written today.

Han Lan chatted about other topics: "What's going on next door, I just saw a white lantern hanging at their door, is it dead?" ”

"It doesn't matter, it's not our new home anyway." Wu Hao didn't care too much.

"......"

Wu Hao pulled his wife, who wanted to stop talking, to sit on his lap, hugged her waist and said softly: "I know you still have complaints, but it's not bad to be able to buy such a big house for hundreds of thousands, right?" ”

Han Lan broke free angrily, got up and walked to the door: "I'll go to sleep first, and I will get up at six o'clock tomorrow to send Xiaorou to kindergarten." ”

"Wait for me."

Wu Hao took a piece of white paper and covered it with coffee to prevent dust from falling, turned off the lights in the piano room and chased out.

Boom.

The door closed, and the piano room behind him was plunged into darkness.

Back in the bedroom, the couple had no choice but to see their daughter in pajamas playing with Beibei.

"It's time for you to go to bed." Han Lan crossed her waist and walked into the room to pick up her daughter.

Bei Bei wanted to jump up and play with the little master, but was patted on the head by Han Lan, so she had to hang her tail and follow the family of three to the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

Carrying their daughter to the bed, covering the quilt, and being stained with saliva on their foreheads, the husband and wife retreated to the door, said goodnight, turned off the light, and closed the door casually.

The room darkened to the eye, and the ceiling on the bed suddenly appeared as a thin humanoid silhouette.

"Ah——!h

Rou'er's eyes widened and she screamed in terror.

The door was pushed open and the lights came on. The couple was stunned to see their daughter pointing to the ceiling and crying, "There's a man on the ceiling!" ”

When the couple heard this, their hairs stood on end, and they subconsciously looked up, but there was nothing else except the white-painted ceiling.

Helplessly glancing at each other, Han Lan walked to the side of the bed and comforted him for a while, then called the golden retriever over again, hugged him to the bed and said, "Bei Bei is with you, aren't you afraid?" ”

"Hmm......" Rou'er nodded timidly, her little hand grabbing the edge of the quilt.

Han Lan breathed a long sigh of relief, retreated to the door and turned off the light: "Don't scare us anymore." ”

Click.

The two exited the room.

As the door closed, the last rays of light disappeared.

"Woo......"

Rou'er shrank into the quilt in fear.

The footsteps outside the door gradually moved away, and the golden retriever lay beside him, pressing down on the quilt.

With Bei Bei by her side, Rou'er mustered up her courage and quietly poked out her little head, staring at the chaotic room with dark eyes, blinking and blinking.

"Rou'er can't really see anything......"

On the way back to the room, Han Lan muttered quietly.

Wu Hao laughed, not caring at all: "Don't scare yourself, don't scare me." ”

"Huh? The wallpaper is torn. ”

Han Lan stopped walking, frowning at the knee-high wallpaper that broke a gap, revealing the white wall behind it.

The breach was next to the daughter's bedroom, and they didn't notice it when they came to see the room in the morning.

Wu Hao gently pushed his wife forward, and said helplessly: "It's not in the way, if you don't think the wallpaper looks good, let's change it tomorrow." ”

"No, it's not a ...... that doesn't bother enough"

The two went back to their bedrooms, changed into their pajamas and turned off the lights early to go to bed.

They were a little tired after a busy day of moving.

Syllable.

Wu Hao turned off the lamp on the bedside table.

The room darkened for a moment, a withered humanoid silhouette flashed across the ceiling.

……

"Chief Ludao."

The sudden sound behind him startled the Daomen senior, and he saw who called him, and suddenly changed color.

"You're following me!"

"I came before you." Lu Li replied.

Lao Dao also realized this, took a few steps back and distanced himself from Lu Li, and the fox asked, "Why are you kid here...... And the old way I rob the job? ”

"I'm investigating a missing case, and Song Hu is likely to be an insider."

Lu Li was sure that Lao Dao might have come for Song Hu's soul, so he didn't hide it.

Lao Dao sighed lightly and re-examined Lu Li: "Are you an official?" ”

"Hmm."

There is not much difference between a ghost and an official.

Lao Dao was skeptical, and snorted a few times: "I have no opinion on you coming to judge the dead, but his soul must be handed over to me for excess." ”

"I can do it myself." Lu Li replied.

Of course, he won't let the old way steal people's heads.

"Hmph...... I can't trust you. Lao Dao ignored Lu Li and turned to approach Song Hu's house.

Lu Li followed, slowing down as he was by the door. He had been here during the day, and if he went in at night, he would be suspicious.

Lao Dao didn't have this concern, he took out the compass from his arms like a trick, and jumped into the iron gate.

"This is it!" A righteous and awe-inspiring shout rang out from behind the door.

"Today is the first seven of the dead?!"