I told Pan Zi that since the psychic medium was still working in the mansion and couldn't go home for a while, we might as well take the opportunity to take the opportunity to steal and go around his house.

Pan Zi understands what I mean, I suspect that there is a secret in that little dark room. But after listening to me for a long time, he was still hesitating, pursing his lips several times, obviously having something to say, but he couldn't say it.

I could guess what he was going to say, so I had to stick my right fist out, which was also one of the ways I pressed the bottom of the box.

Those of us who have been in prison have a rule, gentlemen swear by high-fives, and we are fists, representing the friendship of life.

I stretched out my fist and asked him again if he was going.

This method completely stimulated Panzi's fighting spirit, and as soon as this man's blood came, he grinned stubbornly, slapped me lightly, and said, "Go!" ”

He drove, and we came to the door of the unit and ran up again, but this time we ran very lightly and didn't dare to make too much noise.

Coming to the iron fence on the sixth floor, Panzi took out the flashlight and dialed up a proper brightness, and I followed the light to look at the lock.

It was a very ordinary padlock, and I took a couple of wires and a small master key from my waist and stabbed it all the time, but when I pushed the iron fence open, it creaked and rattled me.

I looked at the fifth floor, for fear that the noise would wake up the neighbors, otherwise they would come out and see, and we would be exposed.

Fortunately, what I feared didn't happen, and we went to the small black room again, and the lock in this room was also ordinary goods, and I still used tools to easily get it. But when I opened the door, my heart fluttered, because I thought of the white-haired ghost.

I hope it will appear in this dark room, so that even if we make a major discovery, I really don't want to see it, I always think it's too dangerous.

In this tangled state, I pushed open the door of the house, and Pan Zi raised the flashlight in time and shone it into the house.

This room has been blocked by black curtains, I thought it would be mysterious, but in fact, not only is it nothing, but it is also very simple.

It's simply a clear water house, with a two-bedroom and one-living room layout, the bedroom door is all closed, and there is only one shrine in the hall except for a large straw mat spread on the ground.

Generally, things like the shrine are dedicated to gods such as the Bodhisattva or the Yuan Shi Tianzun, but on the shrine of the psychic house, there are three strange dolls.

Panzi and I were most interested in the shrine, so I asked him to close the door and leaned over to take a closer look.

The three little figures were the size of a palm, standing side by side, lifelike depictions, with wings and feathers.

This time the two of us were in the house, Pan Zi didn't have so many scruples, turned up the flashlight brighter and shone it on the three villains in turn.

I noticed that they were doing different things, the first one was worshipping with a pious look, the second was with his waist crossed and his head held high, with a great sense of superiority, and the third with his head crooked and whip in his hand, making a strangulation motion.

Pan Zi and I combined, we can't understand what these three puppets represent, if the puppet is doing the act of burning faces, pulling teeth, and breaking fingers, then I will definitely not hesitate to call the police, and the spirit medium can't run, it is a murderer.

But these things in front of me don't seem to have much to do with those murders. In the end, I said in my heart, I don't need to spend that brain cell, take a picture with my mobile phone, and go back and let Lu Yufeng think about it.

In order not to leave dead ends, I also deliberately took several photos from different angles.

After the photos were done, we looked from bedroom to bedroom, and there was nothing noteworthy except for some "office items" used by psychic mediums.

It's just that the moment the door is opened, the wind blows in the bedroom, and a window is pushed open.

This bedroom also exudes a very strong strange smell, a little sassy and a little bit of boiling water to scald chicken feathers, Pan Zi and I were choked and coughed, I hurriedly closed the door.

In this way, the black house has been thoroughly investigated, and the two of us will stay for a short time, and we will withdraw one after another and go down.

As I quietly locked the iron fence, I seemed to hear a clanging sound in the small dark room. I asked Pan Zi at the time, did he hear it?

Pan Zi shook his head, I didn't take it seriously, and explained to myself that either it was an auditory hallucination, or the wind blew something down.

This "petty theft" made me feel very smooth, and when I returned to the car, I was in a good mood, and I had a nonsense with Pan Zi.

Pan Zi drove the car outside the community. But when I first got out of the community, I accidentally glanced at a small road and found a person standing on a path, dressed like a psychic medium, and he ran around the corner in a flash.

I was a little stunned, and I thought to myself, could this be the "fake Baogong"? And why is it so much shorter? If he came back, he should go home, why was he standing there, so mysterious.

I wanted to go and see it, so I asked Panzi to stop.

Panzi had been concentrating on driving, not knowing what was going on, and asked me in confusion, and I told him my guess.

Visiting the dark house at night just now also made Pan Zi feel a lot more angry, and this time he didn't refuse, and got down with me after parking the car.

The two of us ran along the path, but there was a bungalow nearby, which is also a major feature of Longzhou, and there were many old bungalows.

I looked at the mouth of the alley and sighed in my heart, we are going to face this kind of maze again, whether we can find the black shadow just now is completely up to luck.

The two of us are pure blind cats and rats, so we can choose an alley and go inside.

The alley was also very dark, and we had to carry flashlights, and after walking like this for a while, I noticed that something was wrong. We both coughed from time to time.

I don't know how Pan Zi feels, I just have an itchy throat, and I can't hold back and always want to vent, which makes me wonder, because we didn't run violently, and we didn't do any heavy physical activity this night, so it's hard to go to a ghost mansion and get sick with a cough, which doesn't make sense.

When I turned around a few more alleys and still found nothing, I was a little discouraged and told Panzi that I wouldn't look for it, so let's go back.

At this time, the accident came, and as soon as we turned around, a continuous hey sound rang out from behind.

Panzi had never seen a white-haired ghost, so he wasn't so scared, but I felt like the hairs on my whole body stood on end.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly turned back, and I didn't care if I could see it clearly or not, so I took out the slinger in advance. But there was nothing behind us, it was still a swarthy, dirt road leading forward.

Pan Zi thought very simply, scratched his brain a little puzzled, and asked me if I could be a wild cat, right?

I wish it was a wild cat, too, but when it grows so big, I haven't heard a wild cat call like that.

We couldn't do anything, and we walked back while analyzing, I really didn't expect that, and after turning another alley, the white-haired ghost appeared, and stood in front of us with his legs crossed.

It still winks at us, grinning weirdly.

I've been guarding it all along, but such a sudden meeting also made me stunned for a moment, and I don't know what to do, my head suddenly became groggy.

Now is not the time to rest, I beckoned Pan Zi to go up with me, and I want to stop the white-haired ghost first.

The two of us distanced ourselves a little, one left and one right, and once this kind of flanking was formed, I bet the white-haired ghost couldn't run if he wanted to.

But it didn't give us a chance at all, and we didn't see how it got it, anyway, as soon as it turned over, it had an extra rope in its hand.

It lifted the rope, tilted its head, and snapped it up in a very funny way.

This action is exactly the same as the third puppet on the shrine, so what is the power of pulling the rope a few times? It can't hurt anyone, but the evil thing is that I watched it pull the rope, and suddenly felt that my neck was very tight, as if I was really strangled, and I couldn't breathe uncomfortably.

Panzi also suffered a similar situation, let alone catch the white-haired ghost, all of us sat on the ground with a waste.

I couldn't even care about my image, and tried all kinds of ugliness, including kicking my legs, sticking out my tongue, scratching my neck, etc., to try to make this restraint disappear, but as the white-haired ghost pulled more and more frequently, it became more and more difficult for me to breathe.

I could even feel the scars on my neck that were bulging outward.

I'm a little desperate, I still bury myself in my heart, and my heart says that I don't listen to the psychic, now it's okay, I really hit the ghost, and it also wants our lives!