After checking the memory of the female ghost, Zhang Qian was disappointed.

Said Temeow, the status of this female ghost is actually very low, and she doesn't know where the ghost king is!

She hadn't even seen what the ghost king looked like, and she usually had one-way contact with a female ghost in red to accept orders.

"The female ghost in red hums, it's okay." Zhang Qian sneered.

The next day, they woke up completely oblivious to what had happened last night.

They asked Zhang Qian, but Zhang Qian was too lazy to make up reasons, so he simply pretended to be stupid: "Hey, don't ask me, I forgot what happened last night." ”

Eventually, they agreed that something was present in the dorm room that could affect someone else's brain, which led to their transient amnesia.

Zhang Qian was too lazy to bird them, so he went out directly and got in the car and went straight to the suburbs.

There is a cemetery on the outskirts of the northern part of the capital, and according to the memories of the female ghost, she usually comes here when she receives orders or something, but as for whether the female ghost in red lives here, she doesn't know.

"It's really like a spy joint!" Zhang Qian scolded angrily, "A bunch of neurotics." ”

"This is the high-end player," the system said, "and there is a connotation in the low profile." ”

"Huh."

got out of the car and walked around the cemetery, but I didn't find any clues, and I don't know if it was because it was daytime, there was no yin in the cemetery at all.

That's not right!

It stands to reason that the yin qi in a place like the cemetery is very heavy, even if the Dongling cemetery in Zhang Qian's village is like this, not to mention that this is still a cemetery, and there are many more buried deceased than the small cemetery in Zhang Qian's village, how can there be no yin qi at all? It's not scientific!

"It's not entirely impossible." The system says, "Generally, those buried in this kind of place are ashes, that is, cremation, and the yin qi of the cremator is much smaller than that of the burial, and there are many people buried here, but most of them are cremated, and there are few burials in your village, but basically all of them are burials, right?" ”

"Really? Does it have anything to do with this? ”

"Of course." The system is conclusively worded.

"I've seen it for a long time." Zhang Qian nodded.

After continuing to walk around the cemetery a few times, there was still no gain at all, and Zhang Qian was a little discouraged and planned to go back.

However, as he passed by the cemetery management office, he suddenly stopped, then slowly took a few steps back, and craned his neck to look inside the management office.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

He frowned, looked around, because it was not a day off, there was hardly anyone in the cemetery today, he rolled his eyes, came to the door of the management office and knocked on the door.

"Who?" An old voice rang out.

"Me." Zhang Qian said.

"Who are you?"

"Grave sweeper, there's something I want to ask you."

Slow footsteps sounded in the room, and after a while the door opened, and a thin old man with gray hair and wrinkled face appeared: "What do you want to ask?" ”

"Is this place haunted?" Zhang Qian asked straight to the point.

The old man's face changed, and he was about to close the door at that time, Zhang Qian stretched out his hand to stop him: "Is this place haunted?" ”

"I don't know, I don't know!" The old man was a little angry and said, "I don't know anything, so go away!" He slammed the door shut as he spoke.

But how can his strength be compared to Zhang Qian?

Zhang Qian only used one finger to push against the door, and asked with a smile: "The work here is not easy to do, right?" As he spoke, he took out a box of cigarettes and handed it to the old man: "Don't get me wrong, I'm actually a tabloid reporter and want to consult you about something, so I can write something." ”

The old man looked at the box of cigarettes deadly, soft China!

It's good smoke!

The old man was an old smoker, and he swallowed his spit.

"Uncle, come, this box of cigarettes shoots you here, I'll ask something and leave immediately."

The old man took the cigarette without saying a word: "Come in." ”

Entering the house and sitting down, the old man rubbed the cigarette case, and was reluctant to open it and smoke one.

Zhang Qian smiled, took out the cigarette case from his arms, shook it out, and handed him one.

After taking a puff, the old man narrowed his eyes and officially opened the conversation: "Are you a tabloid reporter?" What do you want to hear? I don't dare to say anything else, this ghost, I can see a lot. ”

"Tell me more about it." Zhang Qian put on a deaf look.

The old man began to chatter, full of nonsense, and when he finished smoking, he automatically stopped talking, staring directly at the cigarette case in Zhang Qian's hand.

Zhang Qian continued to give him cigarettes, and he continued to talk nonsense.

After chattering for a while, Zhang Qian was impatient, and said your uncle!

Seeing that you are old and can't stand the toss, so I didn't give you a soul to check your memory, you can be good, in order to pit my smoke and clean up here!

It's not that I'm sorry for the smoke, I just want to know about the female ghost in red!

Zhang Qian finally interrupted him unbearably: "I read it on the Internet before, saying that there are female ghosts in red in this cemetery, have you seen it?" ”

"The female ghost in red?" The old man was stunned.

Zhang Qian took out another box of unopened cigarettes and shook it in front of his eyes: "Have you seen it?" ”

The old man frowned, his face changed, and he didn't look at the box of cigarettes.

Zhang Qian couldn't help it, he wanted to slap the old man and suck his soul.

He was just about to make a move, when the old man sighed: "The female ghost in red, I've seen it." ”

Zhang Qian's eyes lit up: "Where is it?" When? ”

"I'll show you there." The old man stood up and walked out as he spoke, and Zhang Qian followed behind him.

Following the old man all the way, the two of them came to the northwest corner of the destination.

This is the innermost part of the cemetery, which is relatively remote, with only a lonely tombstone.

There is only a simple line engraved on the tombstone: the tomb of the beloved daughter Qi Ke.

"I've seen the female ghost in red before, and this is here." The old man's expression suddenly became a little sad.

"At what time? What date? Zhang Qian asked.

"I've seen her twice, once during the day and once at night." After the old man finished speaking, he thought for a moment and said two more dates.

After listening to this, Zhang Qian pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up!

In the memory of the female ghost he absorbed, she didn't connect with the female ghost in red on the two dates that the old man said! So if this female ghost in red is the one he is looking for, then it means that the female ghost in red is likely to live here!

"Poor boy! He committed suicide at a young age, and he committed suicide in a red dress, creating evil! The old man said sadly, "When his father sent her, he cried miserably, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man!" ”

"You say how did a good young man commit suicide? A dead old man like me lives one day at a time, why are these young people alas! ”

"Modern young people are under a lot of pressure, and it is inevitable that some people can't think of committing suicide." Zhang Qian said, "In terms of psychological quality, the older generation like you, who have experienced strong winds and waves, is stronger." ”

"Yes." The old man nodded, "Those years were so chaotic and crazy, didn't I survive it?" ”

The old man's eyes suddenly became a little misty.