Before I calmed down completely, I quietly touched the door of the room, opened it a crack, and saw that the bodyguard in black in the corridor was gone. The corridor was very quiet, even Uncle Wu snored through the door.
I can't hear anything at all, and I can't hear the cry that has been bothering me all night.
There was a feeling of death all around, except for the light strip on the top of the corridor that still cast a cool light.
My gaze extended directly to the door closest to the edge, where I heard the crying.
I don't know where the courage came from, but I actually walked out of the room and walked cautiously towards the door that seemed to have magic power, with a savior fantasy in my heart.
What was even more frightening was that the brief dream just now really appeared in front of me. When I saw a ghost bride, I should run or scream first.
I took nothing with me except the Qiankun Qiankun that Uncle Wu gave me before he left. I just walked towards that direction with my heart in mind.
Did not happen……
I was just glad that in the distance of more than twenty steps, neither the bodyguards discovered my whereabouts, nor did any ghost bride in wedding clothes come out to scare me. Standing in front of the door, I swallowed hard.
Stretched out his hand.
At this most critical moment, a strange male voice sounded from behind me, "What do you want to do?"
Almost out of reflex, I didn't open the door. I waved the inner Qiankun in my hand and closed my eyes, still shouting, "You damn ghost, you dare to scare me, I'm here to stop you from doing evil."
You don't know how to be grateful, and you won't be able to rest until you die, even if I don't take care of you."
The stick in his hand was swung very fast, but it didn't hit anything at all.
I secretly opened my eyes and found in front of me the cold man who always hid in the corner whether in front of the funeral shed or in the hall. After seeing ghosts so many times, I had no doubt that this man was Zhu Cheng.
The ghost of the short-lived son.
Appearing at this time, Ba Cheng wanted to prevent me from finding out the secret of the woman they had imprisoned!
Thinking of this, I struck harder, using almost all the fighting essence I had gained in the past twenty years. I had no choice but to say that one foot is higher than the other, and the male ghost moved gracefully and dodged all my attacks with ease.
In the end, it grabbed hold of my inner world!
its not right?
My stick is full of ghost-killing spells. How dare this male ghost just grab it without being affected?
"You say I'm a ghost?"
The man who grabbed the stick suddenly moved his face closer, so close that I could see the pores on the tip of his nose. In a move similar to that of the ghost bride in the nightmare, I was so scared that I didn’t dare to hold on to the stick, so I let go and stepped back.
At the end of the corridor, behind me was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Before I could react, someone grabbed my wrist and forced me in the opposite direction.
I didn't fall on the male ghost, but rolled down on the carpet in the corridor. Uncle Wu heard the noise and walked out with sleepy eyes and looked at us in confusion. A group of people also ran up from the direction of the stairs.
There are bodyguards, the boss Zhu Cheng, and a male secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"What's going on with you?" Zhu Cheng had hidden anger on his face, possibly expressing his dissatisfaction with our behavior, "Master Lang, I wanted to keep you here because Quanzi has a good relationship with you, but I'm not calling you
It’s okay to be fooling around at this time.”
Master Lang? This sound proves that I just made a big mistake. I mistook a good living person for a male ghost. I was on guard all night. I even made a move just now. But then again, this person is elusive and always hiding in the dark.
There was no sound coming from the corner, it really looked like a ghost.
You can't blame me for misunderstanding.
Uncle Wu had already come over, pulled me up from the carpet, and took back the inner world from the man's hand and stuffed it into my hand, "Sanman, why aren't you sleeping?"
"I want to go in and have a look."
I was so arrogant that I didn't hit the wall and didn't look back. I walked to the door, pointed inside, and said without hiding it, "I heard crying inside."
The men behind me were stunned. Zhu Cheng and the others also looked incredulous. They were not guilty, but filled with faint terror, telling me that I didn't know why. Shouldn't they be stopped from being exposed by me? Shouldn't they be afraid of being discovered?
Why is he looking like this now?
Zhu Cheng spoke. He ignored my mention of crying and asked, "Are you sure you want to go in?"
I nodded very firmly, and Uncle Wu asked, "Where is..."
"This is the room where Quanzi lived. Now inside, is the bride who is about to get married."
After admitting it, the woman was indeed inside. I immediately felt the pride of successfully saving people that overshadowed other small thoughts. I just wanted to open the door now and question why these people in front of me were so bold.
There was a lock on the door, and it was the male secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses who came forward to open the door. His hands were shaking when he inserted the keyhole.
The door opened, and there was no such thing as I thought, nor was there any woman who was crying and waiting to be rescued.
The room, which was twice as big as the suite I lived in, was decorated in a very masculine style. Except for the bed and the dressing room, everything else was filled with computers and fitness equipment. The big bed was covered with red bedding.
A female corpse wearing a white dress lay quietly on it.
He clasped his hands in front of his chest with a calm expression.
Her chest and abdomen did not rise at all, and there was still a familiar look of death on her face. I swear, I will definitely be able to see this look of death in the future.
This is a corpse!
First it was Granny Cai, then the startling glances of the people in the car, and now it was the female corpse under the bright lights.
Zhu Cheng did not come in, but stood outside the door, looking at Uncle Wu and me up and down with distrust, "Master Wu, is your assistant hallucinating? Why is he still hallucinating? There is a dead person in the room.
She must have said that she heard him cry. Master Lang is Quanzi’s friend, but he is a living person and he calls him a ghost?"
This was indeed my own fault. I couldn't refute it. When I heard the woman crying and whispering for help, I always thought it was a human voice. But to the tall man, I could only say sorry. These were all coincidences.
I had already regarded the black light group I first saw on him as a dazzle and forgot about it.
"Uncle Wu...I..." It seemed that it was causing trouble to Uncle Wu. He caused these things at the bereaved family in the middle of the night, and was resented by the victim like this.
Uncle Wu stood next to me, looking at the woman on the bed with a solemn expression. He stood still. When I wanted to apologize, he raised his hand to stop me from talking. He turned to Zhu Cheng outside the door with a straight face and said, "My
Why don’t you comment on your partner, Mr. Zhu? Now I want to ask, where did you get this female corpse? Did you use any shady means? Whose hands did it pass to prepare to harm your family like this?"
With this sentence, Zhu Dong's slightly contemptuous expression changed. The bodyguard next to him was even more quick-witted. He grabbed Lao Mo, who had just emerged from downstairs and wanted to see what happened, and brought him directly in front of Zhu Dong.
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Lao Mo looked guilty and shrinking, and no one would believe him if he said he had done nothing wrong.