A short question and answer made the three of us start to focus on the direction pointed by this ghost. It was a bedside table with a few books on it, a small lamp, and something like pills. So I patted Hu Zongren on the shoulder, walked over the side of the bed and walked to the bedside table.

The location of this bedside table is in this gap between the bed and the bathroom, I walked over and turned on the bedside lamp, picked up the mailing book, flipped through it, I basically couldn't see the content, it was all some similar management, what success and so on, and there was a book full of English. Judging from the pictures, it's not very good-looking, and I suddenly began to wonder what kind of guy who invented English can turn over 26 letters over and over again, and make a whole book.

There are bookmarks in the book, but the bookmarks are only replaced by the waist cover of the book, and nothing is written except for the introduction of the book. Some of the contents of the pages have been marked by Mr. Du with a red pen. Other than that, there is nothing else in the book. I looked at the pills again, and they were actually some regular medicines to help with sleep or vitamins, and there was nothing unusual. I picked up the lamp a little bit to see if there was anything pressing down underneath, but I didn't find anything, I even moved the bedside table a little outward, thinking that maybe the ghost was pointing at something that had fallen behind or something, but behind it, I didn't see anything but a drug insert that had accidentally fallen inside.

I was a little puzzled and turned to look at the ghost, still with its head between its knees, its hands still pointing in my direction. So I began to wonder if there was something in this bedside table that could identify it? But after all, this is someone's home, and now the employer has fled... We can't go through his bedside table at this time, because according to most people's habits, including me, the bedside table is filled with some private things, otherwise why ask for a cabinet.

It's not a question of daring or not, I think it's a matter of professional ethics. So I retreated to Hu Zongren and roughly told him, I guess this ghost wanted us to open the bedside table, but before that, we should first inform Mr. Du of what we said. Hu Zongren nodded, even a person like him would not do such a thing. So Hu Zongren said to Zhao Jing that he asked him to call that Mr. Du, saying that we would probably rummage through his bedside table to see if he agreed with us to start looking for it directly, or should we look for it himself when he came back. Hu Zongren's words are a bit funny, of course Mr. Du will not come back.

Zhao Jing called and pressed the speakerphone, and she asked Mr. Du very unhappily, where did you go to buy water, so long, Hong Kong? Mr. Du skipped the question and said is there something wrong? So Zhao Jing relayed Hu Zongren's words to him, of course, we omitted the previous steps of soul measurement and soul summoning, anyway, it doesn't matter if he knows the Dao or not. Mr. Du hesitated for a while, but finally agreed, saying that there were some things of his own in it, and it didn't matter if it was messed up, but don't lose it. And then I added that you would keep your work a secret, right? I hurriedly replied that it would, that it wouldn't be biography, and that it wouldn't be written as a novel.

After hanging up the phone, I walked to the bedside table again, and pulled out the upper and lower three layers of cabinets and spread them on the bed. There are masks, perfumes, and some condoms. Men, and I'm single, I fully understand that. In addition to that, there are phone chargers, tablets, and some miscellaneous letters and stuff. And when I pulled out the cabinet, the ghost's fingers, which had been pointing stiffly, were down, so I judged that I had found the right place, and there must be something in these three cabinets that could explain the ghost's identity.

I first ruled out some of them, such as condoms and face masks, which I would have known on my toes that had nothing to do with them, but I noticed that the condom box was opened, meaning that it had been used, and I was complacent about my perverted psychology of prying into other people's privacy. In the remaining two cabinets, there are mostly some underwear, given that Mr. Du is a man, I feel a little disgusting to rummage through his underwear, so I handed the cabinet to Hu Zongren, saying that the two of them can find it faster, so you can find this cabinet. Hu Zongren honestly began to look for it, but he soon found a pair of women's underwear in the pile of underwear.

Among the twenty-four cases agreed with the Xuanyuan Association, in the first case, we also found a pair of dirty underwear in the guitar's resonance box, and Hu Zongren's expression at this moment was the same as the first time, he pulled the elastic elastic of the underwear with both hands, and showed me that perverted smile. I ignored him and continued to rummage through the third box. The box was empty, and in addition to a few bottles of high-end perfumes, there was a beautiful box of designer watches and rings and the like. These things are often a kind of giveaway, so I think it is possible that it is related to this ghost, because by this point I have basically determined that the reason why this ghost is left must be related to this Mr. Du, but we have not been able to find a definite connection point yet. So I put those things aside for further investigation later. In addition, there are several pairs of eye masks in this cabinet, a photo of Du Xian wearing a bachelor's gown and a few foreigners sticking out his thumbs, overplastic, and a long strip of silicone thing, I don't know what it is.

I think that photo must be very important to Mr. Du, because he put the photo at the bottom and put it in a paper pocket, if I guess correctly, this should be a photo of him and his teacher when he graduated from college abroad, because Mr. Du in the photo looks much younger than now, and the thick glasses should be proportional to his knowledge. Based on the precedent of haunted photos in the past, I also double-checked the photo, and several of the people in the photo were men, and there were no women in the background, so I quickly ruled out the possibility that it was a photo.

Now, Mr. Du's bed has been divided into two piles by me, one pile is those that are completely impossible, such as mobile phone chargers, and the other pile is perfume, watches, rings, a pile of letters, and a pair of women's underwear that Hu Zongren threw over.

I motioned to Hu Zongren, you can continue to ask questions about this ghost, so Hu Zongren asked, is your identity in this pile of things? The ghost nodded, but still didn't look up, just let us see it nodding. Hu Zongren asked again, in which of them. The ghost's finger was mechanically pointed again, this time with unmistakable precision to the pile that I had separately separated and thought was possible.

So Hu Zongren came up to me and said to the ghost, "I will pick it up the same now, and when I get what you said, you will put your hand down." The ghost doesn't move, so we don't know if it understands us, so we can only try our luck. Then Hu Zongren began to pick up the pile of things one by one, first perfume, because if a woman gives a man something, generally speaking, perfume, tie, and lighter are more common. But the ghost's hand was still pointing at it, and then the watches, but there was still no response, until Hu Zongren picked up the pile of letters, although the ghost's hand was still pointing straight, but it began to tremble slightly, and the outstretched fingers also became a little unformed and distorted due to excessive force.

So I nodded to Hu Zongren, thinking that it was also very possible in this pile of letters, there were about twenty or thirty letters in that stack, most of which were letters and credit card bills or insurance documents sent from abroad, and a few of them were packed in the most ordinary brown paper envelopes, but there were no stamps on them, not even the recipients.

When we got these letters, the ghost's hand finally drooped, and we locked the scope, and the contents of the letters in these envelopes were the answers we were looking for. But a new problem has arisen, these envelopes are all sealed, and there is such a thing as letters, even if I am no longer educated, I know that peeking at other people's letters is a criminal thing. So when I was about to say to Zhao Jing, or you should call and ask that Mr. Du again, Hu Zongren suddenly said, what age is this, and there are still people who write letters?

Hu Zongren's words reminded me at once, as a business gold-collar man like Mr. Du, he can choose from many ways of communication, calling, emailing, or even any strange chat software, you can easily find each other, since the Internet began to become developed, the distance between people began to gradually shorten, in today's technological environment, I realized that I ignored the most basic problem, that is, Mr. Du's status and economic strength of people, For what will choose to send a letter, and it is still a well-sealed, unsigned letter.

Hu Zongren said that the one in the closet, at first glance, has only been dead for a long time, and is dressed up as a person of our current era, and it itself has confirmed that these letters are related to it, and can even explain its identity, so if these letters are not written to Mr. Du, then it must be written by Mr. Du.

I pinched the thickness of the letters with my fingers, most of them were only about two or three pages of stationery, but one of them was thicker and a little harder, like a photograph. So I asked Hu Zongren, then don't call? Tear it open and see it?

Hu Zongren said, spank a fart, tear it! Worry about a ball!