Every time I enter a scene, although I have expected it, I will still be made by these phenomena to make my heart beat faster, and the pungent smell in my nose is filled with countless times. In a considerable number of cases I have accepted, this smell is basically present in the scene where the ghost trail is more active. It's unfortunate to say, because I have a few friends who are police officers, and in the past there have been two or three times in the past when I was called to the scene of a murder by a direct phone call, and the usual reason was that if you don't come, I will bring someone to arrest you tomorrow and so on. And at the scene of the murder, I can sometimes smell this smell, many people at the scene will think of this smell as corpse odor, but they have never thought about how the corpse odor came from, if there is no death, where does the corpse smell come from?

So over the years, this smell has also provided some convenience for my judgment, I can use any equipment to smell and smell only with my nose to know whether there are ghosts here, the heavier the smell, not that the stronger the resentment, but that the deeper the obsession, the easier it is to let go. When I opened the door of Miss Qi's room, the smell was a reminder to me that the person in this room had a heavier obsession, but I couldn't tell if this obsession had been amplified because of the ghost moon.

Hu Zongren and I walked into the house, and I noticed that the windows in the room were open, and even the lights were on, probably because Miss Qi had not had time to turn off the room when she escaped from the room a few days ago. The electricity bill should have increased a lot in the past two days. I first went to the open window, and did not close the window, but sealed the window with a nail knotted red rope as outside the door, and the compass pointer in my hand kept turning irregularly, and it seemed to me that in this situation where the room was full of supernatural reactions, I could only judge the length of time the ghost stayed in this place by distinguishing where the reaction was stronger, and thus guess why it would choose to stay in this place.

The ghost has no intention of attacking people, so Hu Zongren and I gradually felt a little relieved, after some searching, I noticed that the mirror on the wardrobe in Miss Qi's room is opposite the side of the bed, the room is quite large, and there are actually many choices for the location of the mirror. Although I don't know much about Feng Shui, I still know the basics of Feng Shui. The bed was messy, and you could see how hurried Miss Qi was when she fled. Judging from the folds of the sheets and cups, Miss Qi slept on the side near the wall, that is, on the side farther away from the wardrobe mirror, but this was a double bed, and it could be seen that Miss Qi slept on it to vacate her husband's position, so I turned to Miss Qi and said, no matter where you are in the future, as long as you sleep alone, no matter how big the bed is, try to sleep in the middle, if you habitually sleep on the side, then also take the other side of the clothes you take off, including staying in a hotel. If you can live in a single room, don't order a twin room, even if you order a twin room, don't leave a bed vacant for no reason.

Miss Qi asked me what I was for, and I told her that this was to remind you that there are people in this place, and there is no place for you.

After continuing to search for a while, I resisted the stronger and stronger stench, and found the place where the stench came from, correspondingly, it was also the craziest place in the whole room, and that place was Miss Qi's bed, and it was the area where she didn't sleep. I told Hu Zongren that there was something strange here, and when Hu Zongren heard the voice, he walked over from the open closet, because I saw that he was opening the wardrobe to block Miss Qi's gaze, and was playing with Miss Qi's bra there.

Hu Zongren came to me and looked at the compass, and then said to me, "Yo, it's quite a good turn." And I said unto him, Have thou brought incense ashes? Sprinkle a little and go up and see. Hu Zongren reached into his bag and touched a small handful, then turned his head to Miss Qi and said, I'm sorry, I may be going to stain your sheets. With that, he threw it at the place I pointed at where the reaction seemed to be strongest at the moment.

I'm sure what I saw below wasn't my hallucination, when the ash fell to the height of a person on the side of the sheet, and suddenly suspended for less than half a second, the ash fell to the bed, and just when the ash stopped in mid-air, the pointer on the compass suddenly flicked quickly, as if a person who was asleep, suddenly pricked by a needle, and made a catapult reaction, and just after the ash fell, the agility weakened significantly, even if I put the compass on the sheet, It also reacts not much differently from its surroundings. So this means that before the incense ash touched the sheets, there was a ghost sleeping here that we couldn't see.

I walked to the door and told Miss Qi what I saw and analyzed, and she was obviously not calm when she thought of a ghost next to the bed she slept in every night. I told her, is there anything in your house that someone else is particularly concerned about, and this person else happens to be dead? Miss Qi thought for a while and said, no, this house was bought a few years before her husband got married, and she moved in with her after falling in love.

As soon as Miss Qi said this, I couldn't continue. So I turned to Hu Zongren and said, is there anything missing in our house? Because I considered that since there was a person lying on the bed just now, but it suddenly disappeared, it couldn't get out of this room, even if it encountered that kind of strong force, I should be able to detect the problem from the red rope, then it can only mean that it is hidden, so I asked Hu Zongren so.

Hu Zongren thought about it and asked me, have you seen it under the bed? When I first checked the house, I went under the bed to take a look, and it was full of miscellaneous items, and I found the smart movement directly on the bed, so I ignored the bottom of the bed. So I asked Miss Qi, we have to take out the things under your bed and check them first. Miss Qi agreed, so Hu Zongren began to dig out the things under the bed in the same way, which was very similar to the appearance of a cat digging sand after pooping. Every time Hu Zongren threw out something, I carefully checked it with a compass, and finally he took out a guitar.

This is a folk guitar, when I was not swept away by the school, I begged my parents to buy me a guitar, in order to hope to attract the attention of girls with my elegant playing, but not long after I learned it, I jumped on the train south to Kunming. The guitar looks quite old, and there are some BEYOND stickers on it, which makes me feel good about the owner of this guitar. I held the guitar in my hand, the strings were already loose, I blew the dust, and when I was about to play, the compass in my hand suddenly spun rapidly, I was startled, put the compass close to the resonance port of the guitar, it would not be wrong, a violent supernatural reaction, there must be something wrong with this guitar.

I kicked Hu Zongren in the ass and made him look over. Hu Zongren asked me what's wrong, and I said that the reaction on this guitar is so strong, it seems to be stronger than the bed just now. Hu Zongren glanced at my compass, then looked at the guitar again, and said to me, could it be the original owner of this guitar, and then die, and feel that the guitar is still the favorite in his life?

Although I still feel that I am talking nonsense when I say these words in Hu Zongren's tone, it is undeniable that his guess is not unreasonable. This guitar seems to have been placed under the bed for a long time, and it is placed in the innermost position under the bed, that is to say, from the beginning of this guitar he was stuffed in, the guitar was just loose and not broken, but since it is not used, why not throw away but save it, is it to commemorate someone? Shouldn't it be commemorating Huang Jiaju on the sticker? Then I don't have the courage to lead the way for my male god.

I know I'm thinking this is ridiculous, I'm just saying it. So I picked up the guitar and asked Miss Qi, is this guitar your husband's or whose one? Because I'm a guitar player, I don't think anyone who loves guitar would stuff it naked under the bed without even using a bag. Miss Qi said that this should be her husband's, and she also knew that there was a guitar under the bed for a long time, but she had never seen her husband play it, and she never asked him if he could play a guitar or something.

At this time, Hu Zongren suddenly touched me suggestively, and then coughed twice. So I turned around, and he whispered in my ear, "Look closely, there's something in this resonance." So we turned our backs to Miss Qi's angle that I couldn't see, and I took a closer look inside, and there was really a lump of what looked like cloth. So Hu Zongren took the piano from my hand, quietly loosened the strings, reached in, and pinched out the thing with two fingers. He took it out and quickly squeezed it in his hand, reaching out and throwing it into his gossip bag. I asked him what it was, I didn't see it clearly, you put it in, Hu Zongren said to me with a smile, don't worry, I'll tell you later.

Hu Zongren said to Miss Qi, sister, stay in the circle and don't come out, and then pulled me towards the living room. Miss Qi asked Hu Zongren why are you going, Hu Zongren said, we found something and put it in the gossip bag, I have to take a good look at what this thing is, don't go out of the circle, don't worry, we won't steal your things. After Hu Zongren pulled me to the balcony, he put the gossip bag flat on the ground, pinched and fought with his hands, drew a talisman in the air at the mouth of the belt, then pulled the rope, put both hands into it, and picked up the thing that had been thrown in just now, but he didn't take out the mouth of the bag, he asked me to see. When I got closer, I realized that it was a pair of purple women's panties.

It's not just panties, it's that kind of sexy thong.

I looked up at the washed clothes, including underwear, that Miss Qi was hanging on the balcony, and then I asked Hu Zongren, is this a fetish ghost? Why am I getting more and more confused? Then I said to Hu Zongren, what do you think is going on? Hu Zongren smiled and said, what else can happen, this Miss Qi is really good at playing, this should have opened her underwear to find her ass, and she had to break her ass to find her pants when she put them on, she was really good at playing. I said, don't you think about it? You've made me think about it with you!

Hu Zongren threw the underwear back into the bag, squatted on the ground, looked up at the underwear hanging on, and said, This is not Miss Qi's underwear, and this ghost is running for this underwear, hehe, it seems that we have to investigate Miss Qi's husband.