The ghost had already noticed that someone had come in.

Lu Li stopped his unfinished moves, cautiously retreated to the middle of the bedroom, and hid as he had previously planned.

In a narrow and enclosed space, breathing and heartbeat are infinitely amplified, and Lu Li gradually slows down his breathing and calms his heartbeat.

The dead silence lasted for more than a dozen seconds, broken by a rough grinding sound.

The security door was pushed open.

Click-click-click-click

Wrapped in a cold breath, footsteps walked to the bedroom door.

In the dim moonlight, a pitch-black figure stood by the door.

This ghost was completely different from the bewitching sluts that Lu Li had encountered, and his aura was full of cold and evil. In other words, this one is closer to the terrifying ghost that people imagine.

I hope that a few small hands and feet can play their due role.

Da-da-da-da-da-

Skipped the wardrobe and paused in front of the windowsill where Lu Li had left his mark. After a few seconds, the pitch-black figure turned and left the bedroom.

Did you dodge it......

Lu Li's tense body relaxed a little.

Suddenly, the departing pitch-black figure returned to the closet, and an invisible sense of oppression rushed over him.

Before Lu Li could react, the pitch-black figure raised his palm and grabbed it into the closet.

The carbonized wardrobe door easily breaks open and debris falls. The pitch-black figure slowly pulled out its arm from the closet, and it looked down, its withered claws empty.

The pitch-black figure tilted its head strangely, muttering something in its throat as it slowly exited the bedroom.

The footsteps faded away, and finally reverberated into footsteps until they disappeared.

Five seconds, fifteen seconds, thirty seconds......

A figure slowly crawled out from under the charred bed.

The wardrobe has always been the most conspicuous hiding place, and Lu Li certainly wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.

The black ash stained on his body made Lu Li a little embarrassed, and he looked at the bedroom door, a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't sure if the ghost was in the hallway, so it wasn't a good idea to leave through the main entrance.

Lu Li retreated to the window and looked down.

Visibility was low in the dark, and it didn't seem to be very high in the haze. But if you convert that into data, the height of nearly ten meters is very intimidating.

The ghost could come in at any time, Lu Li didn't hesitate anymore, turned over and climbed onto the windowsill.

The breeze blows the hem of the garment. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and Lu Li grabbed the water pipe on the outside of the wall and slid down.

Slid to the end of the water pipe, still nearly two meters above the ground, Lu Li simply jumped down.

The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting, and Lu Li, who landed on the ground, stumbled, and there was a sharp pain in his ankle.

Lu Li didn't care at all, and ran out of more than ten meters in a slightly embarrassed manner, and only stopped when he ran to the community garden and looked back.

The seven-storey building outlines a pitch-black silhouette in the middle of the night, with a few windows gleaming.

He'll be back.

Retract your gaze and limp along the park trail.

……

The next morning.

Whoop –

Lu Li Detective Agency.

With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Lu Li sat on a small bench in the corner of the living room, washing his clothes.

The smell of laundry detergent and safflower oil filled the room.

"Boss, I found it."

Shen Qian, who was spread out on the sofa, shouted: "Six months ago...... A fire broke out in a building in Purple Moon Court, and one person died. Nope. ”

"Was it an accident?"

"Really...... There was no follow-up to the news. Do you suspect this was not an accident? ”

Lu Li is noncommittal.

It's just that the accident can't make such a gloomy guy.

Whoop –

Lu Li continued to rub his clothes, reminiscing about last night.

When he returned, Lu Li specially passed by the river, and the wet ghost disappeared as expected.

Now that Ma Houcang thinks about it, there are many loopholes in the water ghost's words, such as a ghost actually knowing where the Taoist priest lives, such as it deliberately saying that the corpse is at the bottom of the river to deceive trust.

If you had been cautious and waited until dawn to go, you would have known that 302 had been burned half a year ago, and you would have found out how a river with a depth of no more than one meter could hide the corpses - it was possible to drown.

Did you become reckless because you got the news......

"Boss! Here's a weird story you're interested in! At this moment, Shen Qian suddenly shouted.

Lu Li came back to his senses and got up to dry his hands.

"There may be ghosts!" Shen Qian reminded.

Walked to the sofa and took the mobile phone, this is a local forum in Pingling City, generally this kind of unofficial city forum few people will read it, it is difficult for Shen Qian to find here.

The poster's name is Brother Long, and there is a row of glittering medals under the avatar.

[Who knows the old man in the ragged street, isn't he dead? 】

[I went out yesterday and saw the old man.,How do I remember that he was killed in a car accident a while ago.。。。 The old man and the old lady next door have said that it has been many days, am I misremembering or is it not him who killed him? 】

Shen Qian actually has a forum account, Lu Li replied to a question asking for details, suddenly realized something, and looked at the time of posting.

13 days ago.

"I'll take a look."

Lu Li threw the phone back.

"Go now?" Shen Qian hurriedly caught the phone, and his tone was stunned. "It's daylight."

"Just explore the way."

Returning to the bedroom, changing into a new coat and tying a tie, Lu Li, who walked to the door, suddenly turned around: "You help me check someone's ......"

……

Broken Cave Street, it is said that it was Yaozi Street at the end of the Qing Dynasty, it was abolished after liberation, leaving only the name and the characteristic houses, and later became the protected building of Pingling City because of the age of the houses.

Standing at the entrance of the street, you can look north from the south, some like the hutongs of the capital, but to be spacious, the ground is uneven blue bricks, the two sides are shops, and some of the facades extend to the street.

Pedestrians come and go, most of them are dressed plainly and are old, carrying vegetable baskets and pushing bicycles.

Lu Li looked for a shop to ask for directions, and the boss knew the one that collected the waste, but he didn't know if he was alive.

The address is 98 Broken Hole Street, hiding in an alley. Take a turn in a hutong and eventually find your target at the end of an alley.

A tricycle was locked in front of the door, and a stack of cardboard boxes and plastic bottles were piled up in the corner. Lu Li bypassed the tricycle, gently pushed open the unlocked broken wooden door, and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, and some waste products were piled up in the corners, making the already small room even more cramped.

Two white candles were lit in the corner of the room, the incense burner was burning with fine incense, and the green smoke rose in a straight line.

The black-and-white posthumous photo in the back is very eye-catching.

In the unobstructed kitchen, a rickety figure turned his back to Lu Li, busy by the pool.

"When did you take it?" In the strange atmosphere, Lu Li asked casually.

He didn't feel the strong yin qi.

"The first two days after being hit and killed, not long."

The old voice sounded, and the back turned faintly, revealing a face that had been eaten away by the years.

Exactly the same as the black and white statue.

Lu Li nodded and replied, "It's just right to use it as a posthumous photo." ”

He looked away and fell back to the photo, and there were three sticks of incense in the incense burner.

As a supernatural detective, Lu Li knows a little about his local counterparts. This incense seems to be produced by Jinhua Temple in Xishan, and I heard that each one has been opened by a high monk, and the unit price is four figures.

This is not something that an old scavenger can afford.