"Mr. Jiang," Su Xuejing asked curiously, "Who called?"

"It's the landlord," I didn't hesitate while responding to Su Xuejing.

My mind suddenly tightened, lest the landlord call at this time, it would be something evil on the side of the rental house.

But when the phone was connected, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I never thought that the landlord called, just saying that the landlady had come to her senses tonight.

When I woke up to eat, the landlord also asked me about the question I had mentioned earlier.

I asked the landlady if there were any female tenants in that rental house seven years ago.

"What did the landlady say!?" I asked urgently.

The landlord said, "I'm pretty sure... That rental house, except for the family of three, has never been rented to female tenants. But ......"

"But what?" I asked.

The landlord did not hide it, and said frankly that the landlady later remembered that seven years ago, the tenant who was in that family of three was a painter who was unknown in his early years.

But now, the painter is already a little famous, and it is said that a painting has been able to sell for at least one million in the industry.

But seven years ago......

The painter rented this rented house, and because of the limited conditions, she also rented the house as a painting studio.

At that time, the painter had hired a female model.

The model was beautiful... After thinking about it, the landlady was the only female model who matched the characteristics I said!

I was surprised: "Mrs., are you really so sure?"

"Of course," the landlord said, "because the tenants in Beijing are very special... In their early twenties, most of them are young people who have just arrived in Beijing to work hard, and there are very few of them, who can have single women and the financial strength to rent a house. What's more, if you are beautiful and tall, then this, there are even fewer of them, because this kind of girl, most of them, hey," Speaking of this, the landlord seemed a little eager to speak, and turned the conversation around, saying that it was the landlady, and the impression of the female model was particularly deep!

"Why!?" I asked.

"Oh," said the landlord, "because the model is so pretty... Moreover, the people are also very easy-going. To the people who rented this building at the time, the impression was good. It's just that later, and suddenly it didn't come. Moreover, there are many people outside who inquire about this female model, and even at one point, they all inquired about my home."

Then I was curious: "Those people, why are you asking about the whereabouts of the female model?"

"Who knows!?" The landlord said, "I didn't ask about it back then."

"Is the landlady worth it, who are the people who inquire about the whereabouts of the female model?" I asked tentatively.

"I have an impression of this," the landlord said, "There are several, it is said that they are scouts, and they have come back and forth from many companies, all of them say that they are looking for the female model of the year, to audition, and some even want to invite her to participate in the beauty pageant...... Because at that time, there was no whereabouts of the female model, so those scouts asked my family to convey it on my behalf, but seven years have passed, and my family has never seen the female model since the painter moved away!"

"Wait," I suddenly thought, "You just said that the painter moved away?"

"Yes," the landlord replied, rightly speaking, "because the painter had moved away... That's why the female model didn't come to this rental house!"

Yes, when you think about it, it makes sense!

Seeing the female ghost, I couldn't help but think about it and be terrified, and I had a bold guess, if... If the female ghost in white is the female model of the year.

Seven years ago, there must have been something going on in that rental house.

I was silent in my thoughts... After a while, I heard the urging on the phone: "Jiang, little brother of the Jiang family!"

"Little brother of the Jiang family, are you still listening?" The landlord urged for the second time.

I replied, "I'm listening!"

"Oh," said the landlord, "my house is big

I remembered this... By the way, my family still remembers that the female model's name is Xu Damei! And that painter, a few years ago, it was difficult to find, but now, in Beijing, he is still a little famous, called Liu Qiangsheng, my family boasted to everyone, saying that this famous painter in Beijing, Liu Qiangsheng once rented our rental building, so the name of the painter, I will not be mistaken."

"Xu Damei and Liu Qiangsheng, right?" I repeat the name.

From the landlord, after confirming that it was correct, I took it to heart.

At the right time, Su Xuejing had already driven back to the Su family's villa......

After getting out of the car, I hung up the phone after a brief goodbye to the landlord on the phone.

When Su Xuejing opened the door and walked back to the Su family's villa, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.

Su Xuejing tried to ask me, "Do you want to have some supper!"

"No need," I politely refused, and went straight back to my room on the first floor.

Closing the door, I collapsed on the bed, continuing to bask in the clues the landlord had just mentioned.

What the landlord said almost made me sure of the identity of the woman in white.

Nine times out of ten, she is the female model who suddenly disappeared seven years ago.

And she must have died tragically in the rental house for some reason......

Thinking of this, Granny Bai's mind suddenly reminded, "You can think a little more carefully!"

"That's right," I subconsciously responded, "Imagine that at that time, Xu Damei should have lost her breath in the closet, and the last breath of resentment was left in that closet!"

"Wait, wait," the brocade mouse's voice interrupted in my mind, "Granny Bai, Jiang Cheng, you, how do you know that Xu Damei seven years ago, her last breath was left in the closet?"

"It's better to go out and see things than detectives to solve cases," Granny Bai warned: "Clues can also be restored by blow molding!"

"But, what's the clue?" The brocade rat didn't understand at all, and tried to think, "Is it because the white-clothed ghost crawled out of the closet, so you suspect that she died in the closet?"

"Of course it's not all," I immediately reminded the brocade rat, "It's the white-clothed ghost... Ghosts!"

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