"What's in your hand?" The agent said as he reached for it.

"Don't touch it!" Shi Yangrong retracted his hand in stress.

"I'm not going to rob you of something, why are you so loud?" The agent was speechless, "I just want to see what you take, and also, let you stop collecting fans' things, isn't the lesson from last time enough?" ”

"It's not from the fans." Of course, Shi Yangrong didn't forget.

What Shi Yangrong said was that when he had just caught fire, the fans were very enthusiastic, and it was the first time he had encountered this situation, and he was at a loss in the face of the gifts that fans had forced in.

In a hurry, he took some gifts, but unexpectedly, there was an extremist hidden among the fans, and corrosive chemicals were coated on the gift box, Shi Yangrong was completely defenseless and directly hit the trick.

It was a big incident, but fortunately he moved quickly, and when he felt something was wrong with his hand, he threw the box out, and it didn't hurt too much, even so, he stayed in the hospital for a week, and he still has a corroded scar on his hand.

Since that incident, the company has strictly forbidden him from accepting gifts from fans, Shi Yangrong is not a person who does not know the importance of things, so naturally he will not make the same mistake again, and his fans also know about this matter, and they will not send gifts to him.

The point is, this time it's not a gift.

Shi Yangrong put his wallet on the coffee table in front of the sofa and had a headache.

What to do with this thing?

Just threw it away?

Anyway, he didn't dare to leave things with him.

I didn't dare to open it to see what was inside.

Shi Yangrong thought about it, took out a black garbage bag, packed the money, and walked out of the room.

There was a small alley at the back door of the hotel, and Shi Yangrong found a garbage can and threw the garbage bag into it.

Shi Yangrong stayed by the trash can and waited for a while, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bag quietly sinking in the trash can.

He turned and walked towards the hotel.

After taking a few steps, he stopped.

The gaze coming from behind is too strong to ignore.

The last rays of sunlight disappeared, and the sky was completely dark.

The street lights in the alley are lit up, emitting a faint glow.

If the gaze behind him was substantial, Shi Yangrong didn't dare to look back, he lifted his hat and walked forward with his head down.

The hotel is brightly lit, and in a dimly lit environment, the front door becomes the only source of light.

Just get into the hotel.

I've thrown things away.

Shi Yangrong silently cheered himself up in his heart.

Ignoring the feeling of being behind him, Shi Yangrong rushed to the hotel lobby in one breath.

Under the bright light, the obscurity that lingered around him seemed to disappear.

The feeling of being watched is gone.

Shi Yangrong breathed a sigh of relief.

I should get rid of it.

He straightened his cap and walked to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, and there was no one inside.

Shi Yangrong didn't think much about it and walked straight in.

Before he could stand still, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps behind him.

Shi Yangrong's heart jumped heavily.

He turned around, the elevator doors closed, and he was the only one in the elevator.

Did you hear it wrong?

Shi Yangrong doesn't think so.

There was a boulder hanging in his heart, and Shi Yangrong stared at the elevator indicator, hoping that the elevator would arrive soon.

1，2，3……

The elevator rose slowly, and nothing unusual happened.

Finally, the elevator indicator stopped at "8" and he arrived.

The elevator door opened, and Shi Yangrong couldn't wait to go out.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a faint and familiar voice came from behind him.

"Don't you want your stuff?"

But there was no one in the elevator!

So who is speaking?

Cold sweat soaked his back, Shi Yangrong clenched his fists, not daring to think about it.

He ignored the voice behind him and walked out without squinting.

The sound of unhurried footsteps followed behind him, and every time it sounded, it seemed to ring in his heart.

Don't listen, don't think.

It's like a century.

When he saw the familiar house number, Shi Yangrong paused.

After hesitating for a while between going back to his room and asking for help like Xie Qinci, Shi Yangrong chose the latter.

It doesn't matter if he is treated as a psychopath, he will never dare to go back to the room alone at this time.

Having come here, he had exhausted all his courage.

Ring the doorbell, knocking on the door, shouting, Shi Yangrong knew that he was like a madman now, and if he was photographed, he might make headlines tomorrow, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

Fear took over all of his mind, and the only thing he could think of now was to ask Xie Qin to save him.

The knock on the door went unanswered.

Shi Yangrong realized that the hotel was too quiet, from the time he entered the hotel to the present, he didn't see a person, he didn't hear a person talking, for a hotel that was open, it was a little quiet.

Could it be that the hotel he is in now is not what he thought he was at all?

This realization made Shi Yangrong feel horrified.

He shuddered and pulled out his phone.

Luckily, there was a signal on the phone.

Turned out Xie Qinci's number and dialed it out.

In the few seconds he waited, he thought a lot, thinking that he was lucky that he didn't have a bad relationship with Xie Qin because of the role, thinking about why he took this role, and thinking about ......

The phone went through.

Shi Yangrong came back to his senses, and fear poured down like a flood that opened the floodgates.

The door opened.

Shi Yangrong maintained his original posture and almost pounced on Xie Qinci, he was busy stabilizing his mind and cautiously verified: "Teacher Xie, is it you?" ”

It was so smooth that he even suspected it was a trap.

The room is brightly lit, which is very different from the environment outside, which is still dim even when the lights are on.

One door separates two worlds.

Shi Yangrong stood at the door, hesitating.

He was scared.

He was worried that walking in would be going from one trap to another.

"Come in, it's gone." Xie Qinci glanced out and withdrew his gaze.

A faint human voice came, and Shi Yangrong looked up in surprise.

The dimness that seemed to be filled with something in the corridor had disappeared, and Shi Yangrong had never felt so kind to the noise as he did now.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked in.

"What did you pick up outside?"

Shi Yangrong didn't ask Xie Qinci why he knew, and replied honestly: "I picked up a wallet." ”

"It's not what I'm going to pick up!"

Afraid that Xie Qinci would feel that he would not listen to persuasion, Shi Yangrong whispered to defend himself: "I bumped into a person on the road, and now it looks very likely that it is not a person at all, seeing that its wallet has dropped, I plan to pick it up and return it to it, but when I haven't touched it, I thought of what you told me, and I didn't pick it up." ”

"But ......"

Shi Yangrong's voice trembled with fear: "When I looked up and was about to get up, I saw that 'person' was looking at me, and I made eye contact with it, I seemed to have forgotten what I couldn't pick up, and I picked up my wallet in a daze, until I went back to the hotel and the agent called me, and I didn't get out of this state." ”

"The wallet is still on you?" Xie Qin asked.

"I didn't dare to put my wallet where I lived, so I found a black garbage bag, wrapped it up and threw it in the trash can downstairs."

"I also stood by the trash can for a while to make sure it was lying in the trash can before I went back to the hotel."

"If my guess is correct, that thing should still be in your room," Xie Qinci said bluntly, "You have a strong yin qi on you, and you have been targeted by that thing." ”

"Teacher Xie, what should I do now?" Shi Yangrong has no master of the six gods.

"Are you going to ask me to help you with that?"

Shi Yangrong: "Huh? ”

"Exorcism, ghost hunting, as long as you want, I can do it." Xie Qinci sent him a price list.

The price list was provided by Gu Mian kindly, in Gu Mian's words, "Every time I ask Brother Xie to bargain with you, how uncompulsory, a direct price list, concise and convenient."

Xie Qinci felt very reasonable.

The last time the Zhong family was paid, it was like this.