The ghost had already noticed someone was coming in.

Lu Li stopped the unfinished move, carefully retreated to the middle of the bedroom, and hid as planned previously.

In a narrow and closed space, breathing and heartbeat are infinitely amplified, Lu Li gradually slows down his breathing and calms his heartbeat.

The dead silence lasted for more than ten seconds, broken by a rough rubbing sound.

The security door was pushed open.

Click—da—da—da—

With a cold breath, footsteps walked to the bedroom door.

Under the dim moonlight, a pitch-black human stood by the door.

This ghost is completely different from the charming bastard Lu Li once encountered, with a cold and evil aura. In other words, this one is closer to the terrifying ghost that people imagine.

I hope that the few small hands and feet we do can play the role we should have.

Da-da-da-da-da-

He skipped his footsteps past the wardrobe and paused in front of the windowsill where Lu Li left the mark. After a few seconds, the black man turned around and left the bedroom.

Have you avoided it...

Lu Li's tense body relaxed a little.

Suddenly, the black figure who left was gone and returned, standing quietly in front of the wardrobe, and an invisible sense of oppression rushed towards him.

Before Lu Li could react, the dark figure raised his palm and grabbed it into the wardrobe.

The carbonized wardrobe door was easily broken and debris fell. The black human figure slowly pulled out the arm from the wardrobe, and it looked down, and its dead claws were empty.

The black humanoid strangely tilted his head, muttering something in his throat, and slowly leaving the bedroom.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and finally turned into echoing footsteps until they disappeared.

Five seconds, fifteen seconds, thirty seconds...

A figure slowly crawled out from the burnt bed.

The wardrobe has always been the most conspicuous hiding place, and Lu Li certainly would not make such a stupid mistake.

The black gray stained on his body made Lu Li feel embarrassed. He looked at the bedroom door, and a trace of caution flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't sure if the ghost was guarding the corridor, so it was not a good choice to leave rashly through the main entrance.

Lu Li retreated to the window and looked down.

The visibility in the dark is very low, and it doesn't seem very high in the hazy state. But if converted into data, the height of nearly ten meters is very retracting.

The ghost might come in at any time, and Lu Li no longer hesitated and turned over and climbed onto the windowsill.

The breeze blew the hem of the clothes. On the dark moon and windy night, Lu Li grabbed the water pipe outside the wall and slid down.

Sliding to the end of the water pipe, it was still nearly two meters above the ground, Lu Li simply jumped down.

The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting, and Lu Li staggered and a severe pain came from his ankle.

Lu Li didn't care at all, and ran for more than ten meters in a slight embarrassment. He stopped when he ran to the community garden and looked back.

The building, which is only seven stories high, outlines a pitch-black outline late at night, with several windows shining brightly.

He will be back.

Retracting his gaze and following the park trail, Lu Li limped away.

...

The next morning.

Swish swish swish swish swish-

Luli Detective Agency.

Rolling her sleeves to her elbow, Lu Li sat on a small stool in the corner of the living room, washing her clothes with her head down.

The room was filled with the smell of laundry detergent and safflower oil.

"Boss, I found it."

Shen Qian, who was spread on the sofa, shouted: "Six months ago... a fire broke out in a building in Ziyue Garden, and one person died. It was gone."

"Is it an accident?"

"Yes... there is no follow-up to the news. Do you suspect this is not an accident?"

Lu Li couldn't argue.

It’s just that accidents can’t make such a guy with yin energy.

Swish swish swish swish swish-

Lu Li continued to rub his clothes and recalled last night.

When he returned, Lu Li passed by the river, and the wet ghost disappeared as expected.

Now, after thinking about it, there are many loopholes in the words of the water ghost. For example, a ghost actually knows where the Taoist priest lives, and for example, it deliberately said that the body was at the bottom of the river to deceive trust.

If you were careful at that time, you would know that it would be burned 302 and half a year ago. You would find out how the river with a water depth of less than one meter can hide the body - it is possible to drown.

Have you become reckless because of getting the news?

"Boss! There is a weird story here that you are interested in!" At this moment, Chen Qian suddenly screamed.

Lu Li came to his senses and stood up and wiped his hands dry.

"There may be a ghost!" Chen Qian reminded.

I walked to the sofa and picked up my phone. This is the Pingling City local forum. Generally, few people can watch this kind of unofficial city forum. It is hard for Chen Qian to find it here.

The poster is called Brother Long, and the next row of golden medals is a row of medals.

[Who knows the old man who collects junk on Pokkuer Street? Isn’t he dead?]

[I saw the old man when I went out yesterday. Why do I remember that he was beaten to death in a car accident a while ago... The old man and the old lady next door said that it had been many days. Did I remember it wrongly or was it him who killed me?]

Chen Qian actually had a forum account. Lu Li replied to an inquiry about the details. Suddenly he realized something, and then he realized it and looked at the posting time.

13 days ago.

"I'll go and have a look."

Lu Li threw his phone back.

"Go now?" Chen Qianshou hurriedly picked up the phone, his tone of surprise. "This is daytime."

"Just try the way."

Back in the bedroom, put on a new coat, tied up his tie, and walked to the door, Lu Li suddenly turned around: "Please help me check someone..."

...

Pokkuer Street is said to be Yaozi Street in the late Qing Dynasty. It was abolished after liberation, leaving only the name and unique houses. Later, because the houses were old, they became a protected building in Pingling City.

Standing at the intersection of the street, from the south to the north, some look like the alleys in the capital, but they are more spacious. The ground is covered with uneven blue bricks, shops on both sides, and some shops extending to the street.

When pedestrians travel, they are mostly dressed simply and older, pushing bicycles with a vegetable basket on their backs.

Lu Li found a shop to ask for directions. The boss knew which one to collect waste. As for whether he was alive, he didn't know what to do.

The address is No. 98 Pokouer Street, hiding in an alley. Turning along the alley with many twists and turns, finally finding the target at the end of a small alley.

A tricycle was locked in front of the door, and a pile of plastic bottles were piled in the corner. Lu Li walked around the tricycle, pushed open the unlocked broken wooden door, and lowered his head and stepped inside.

The light inside the house is dim and some waste is piled up in the corners. The room that is not big is even narrower.

Two white candles were lit in the corner of the room, the incense burner was lit with a fine fragrance, and a straight line of blue smoke rose.

The black and white photos behind are very eye-catching.

In the unobstructed kitchen, a hunched figure faced Lu Li with his back, busying by the pool.

"When did you take it?" Lu Li asked casually in the strange atmosphere.

He didn't feel the strong yin energy.

"It's not long before I was hit and killed."

The old voice sounded, and the back turned quietly, revealing a face that had been eaten by time.

Exactly the same as the black and white portrait.

Lu Li nodded and replied: "It's just right to use it as a photo."

He looked away and fell back to the end of the photo, and there were three incense sticks in the incense burner.

As a supernatural detective, Lu Li has some knowledge of his local peers. This incense seems to be produced by Jinhua Temple in Xishan. I heard that each of them was sacrificed by a monk, with a unit price of four digits.
Chapter completed!