After he finished speaking, he looked at Ah Zhao again: "How do you know?" ”

After asking him, he felt stupid again, this is a master, a master!

How could it not be known?

Ah Zhao smiled lightly: "A few guests, let's go to the courtyard to talk." ”

She was the first to get up and walk back, and several people hesitated and followed her.

Walking out the back door of the flower shop, my vision suddenly opened up.

Several people were dazzled, but they didn't expect that there was a hole behind this small flower shop.

It is a small courtyard, and on the east side is a flower stand, crawling with vines of some kind of plant, with purple flowers, and tables and chairs placed underneath, which is obviously a good place to rest.

On the right is a glass flower room, through the transparent wall you can see that there are all kinds of beautiful flowers planted in it, although Sheng Hai and a few people don't know much about flowers, but they can also see that the varieties are extraordinary, and even some plants that should not bloom in this season at all.

The mystery of Ah Zhao in their hearts skyrocketed.

Zhao invited them to sit down under the trellis and poured each of them another cup of tea.

I don't know what kind of tea it is, I only feel fragrant when I drink it, and when I take a sip of tea, the whole person is at peace.

Ah Zhao also sat down, and then said slowly: "How do I know? Shortly after I got home last night, Uncle Wang told me that a few young children had walked down the dark alley and encountered ghosts hitting the wall. ”

Several people were confused, what kind of Uncle Wang is this...... And who?

Hayley asked the question.

As soon as these words came out, Ah Zhao looked at them playfully.

His gaze swept over the faces of several people, and finally fell on Cheng Zi and Wen Hua.

"They didn't see anyone, you two." She pointed at Cheng Zi and Wen Hua, "It should be very clear." ”

Cheng Zi and Wen Hua looked at each other, puzzled: "What do you know, we don't know what Uncle Wang......"

Cheng Zi's words suddenly stopped, and his voice seemed to be stuck.

He suddenly remembered that in the pictures sent to him by the editors of the two supernatural forums, the old man who jumped off the building and died was surnamed Wang.

It can't be what he thinks, right?

His eyes widened and he looked at Ah Zhao in disbelief: "That, that Uncle Wang ......"

Ah Zhao nodded: "I reminded you not to go down the alley last night, but you didn't listen and bumped into something unclean." If it weren't for Uncle Wang's help, do you think you would have come out so quickly? ”

Cheng Zi: "......"

Others: "......"

Wen Hua asked in a daze: "No, why am I a little confused, let me take a look, so Uncle Wang is the ghost I saw with Cheng Zi in the alley last night...... Uncle? He didn't mean to harm us, but to save us? ”

Ah Zhao asked strangely, "What did he do to you?" ”

Her question was so natural that several people were stunned for a moment.

Or the supernatural editor of the short-haired girl reacted first: "Isn't he a ghost?" ”

"Aren't ghosts harmful?"

That's right, a few people thought the same thing in their hearts.

Aren't ghosts meant to harm people?

In their cognition, humans and ghosts have always been opposites.

Ah Zhao sneered: "Who told you that ghosts are meant to harm people?" ”

A few people said curtly: "I saw it in the supernatural." ”

"Anyone who writes about the supernatural, have you ever seen a ghost? Ever seen ghosts harm people? ”

A few people pondered it for a while and felt that there should be none.