"You and his uncle really have no grudges or grudges, but what you have is a ...... punishment" Zhao Ya didn't continue, but moved her gaze to Sun Guming.

Seeing that Sun Guming's face was a little ugly, I hurriedly said: "No, no, there must be some accident in the middle, then, didn't you also remind me to be careful of your uncle?" If there is a problem with the bag, you don't have it with you. As I spoke, I took out the bag and handed it to Sun Guming.

Zhao Ya didn't continue to dwell on this topic, and walked into the building alone, Sun Guming was still holding the bag, his face was ugly, I shook my hand in front of him, and motioned for him to follow.

He looked up, looked at me, the brocade in his hand was held hard in his hand, and said with some difficulty: "This is indeed dead man's ash, I didn't pay attention to it before, I will ask Uncle Shi for clarification." ”

After speaking, he casually threw the bag into the trash can, and followed Zhao Ya into the interior of the building with me.

Zhao Ya seems to be very familiar with the main entrance, not only has the key to the door, but even the location of the exclusive elevator hall can walk in without hindrance.

"It's strange that there are people in every company in this building working overtime, and even the elevator is locked." It was really Zhao Ya and Sun Guming who were in the same space at this time, and even the air became awkward, so I had to lead up a topic. But I'm obviously not good at doing that.

"Because something happens in this building every night, those who stay here to work overtime are all frightened, and they simply haven't caused any deaths, so it's just that no one dares to work overtime, otherwise this building would have been bulldozed a long time ago."

Also in a building, there is no harsh noise in the elevator here, and it is much faster, just a few words, the elevator door has been opened, and it stopped steadily on the seventeenth floor.

Bright corridors, spotless floors, and well-spaced companies look like a normal office building, with the slightest eerie and cold atmosphere, and even in the corridors, the hot air blowing in through the windows can be felt clearly.

"Where do we start?" I'm still very modest about this kind of thing, and I just want to honestly follow them and be a little white who doesn't know anything.

"You go to the door of 1701, light these three sticks of incense, and use his yellow charm to pad under the incense."

took the yellow fu handed over by Sun Guming, and didn't ask the reason for doing so, he followed the direction pointed by Zhao Ya, and vaguely, he heard the voices of Sun Guming and Zhao Ya talking.

Sun Guming said: "Three doors are closed? Are you sure there's something unclean here? ”

Zhao Ya still said coldly: "I don't know, you go to Zimen, if there is a situation on Wang Lin's side, we will rush over as quickly as possible." ”

After that, they didn't really hear what they said, and they didn't understand what they meant by "three doors to close the road", just do what they said.

I found the door of the office of 1701 with the things in my hand, and found that I didn't bring a fire, and when I just wanted to turn back to find Sun Guming, the three incense sticks in my hand suddenly became hot, so scared that I hurriedly shook my hand, and the yellow charm in my hand also fell to the ground along the way, and the strange thing is that the yellow charm made of paper fell to the ground first, tightly surrounded by a triangle, and the three incense sticks stood firmly on the three yellow charms, and I didn't see it burning, but there was a trace of green smoke.

1701 is the closest location to the south, through the window you can see the street below the building, I don't care about the three incense sticks, anyway, no one told me what to pay attention to, I just lay on the windowsill and looked at the road below in a daze.

Beijing should be a well-known city that never sleeps, but this street is deserted, not to mention cars, even individuals can't see it, but it is quite in line with the temperament of this building.

While I was thinking about these things, a figure suddenly appeared in my sight, and the sudden appearance of a figure in the cold street could easily catch all my attention, and I saw him walk near the garbage can, crouch down, and rummage in it with one hand.

"It's a homeless man. Wait! That trash can? Sachet? ”

Thinking about everything related to my heart, I always felt that the figure would not be so simple, but I saw that he rummaged for a while and seemed to have found what he was looking for, straightened up, and looked in the direction I was.

"He's smiling at me!" I shouted in my heart, things are really not normal, although he is far away, although I can't see his appearance clearly, but I know that he is looking at me and laughing, this feeling is like that time downstairs in the company, I feel that the manager is looking at me upstairs.

He stretched out his hand towards me, spread out his palm, and lying in his palm was the bag of brocade that Sun Guming had thrown away not long ago!

He seemed to smile more comfortably, slowly opened the bag, gently poured out the white powdery object in his hand, carefully leaned up, took a deep breath, all his movements were very slow and light, and seemed to enjoy all this very much, I wanted not to look at him, but my head seemed to be broken by someone, I couldn't twist it back, I could only watch his every movement.

Thinking that the bag was full of dead man's ashes, and looking at the expression of the person who was extremely enjoyed, a feeling of nausea and nausea hit my heart, and a strange scream, I couldn't stand this picture anymore, and I began to retch when I lay in the corner.

A rush of footsteps came from behind, and Sun Guming looked at me, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he should have seen it somewhere.

"Why do you vomit first every time you encounter a situation?" Sun Guming leaned against the window, just glanced down casually, and swallowed the second half of the sentence into his stomach.

He looked out the window and muttered, "Is he smiling at me?" What is he doing? It's like sucking white noodles, and that face is intoxicated...... Vomit! ”

Well, seeing that he was more unbearable than me, I felt normal, slowly adapted, looked at Sun Guming who took my place, and sighed at him with some pity.

He pointed at me, and just as he tried to refute, he was pressed back into his stomach with a retch.

When Zhao Ya came, Sun Guming was also like me, squatting in the corner, fortunately, he and I were just retching, otherwise I wouldn't know where to sit now with weak legs.

"You guys?"

"The three doors are closed, they are used incorrectly, the things are not in the house, they are outside! Which one is the one outside? Speaking of the one outside, Sun Guming was like a conditioned reflex, retching again.

Although the conversation between the two of them is a bit foggy, I understand the general meaning, what they are saying is nothing more than that the ghost they are looking for is the one downstairs, but why did Sun Guming and Zhao Ya come to him in the middle of the night? What is the origin of this ghost?