"!!" Ran Maori was startled by the ghostly voice and the content of his words, and suddenly shrank away from the sound, hitting the Newcomer Doctor and Jiang Xia.
The new doctor took her and lowered his head and asked, "Is it okay?"
Curacao couldn't help but glance here: "..." This woman is quite dedicated in school medical outfits.
Conan: "…?!” What are you doing? Take your hand away from her waist!!
He wanted to scold him loudly like this, but the faint smell of tissue dissipating around him made Conan take a deep breath, and he could only be forced to remain rational.
...But what should be interrupted must be interrupted.
Soon, the fake elementary school student seemed to be attracted by the person talking at the door. He forced himself to pass by Ran Maori and Doctor Xintui like a naughty child, separated the two people, and then asked the old lady at the door as if nothing had happened: "Old lady, what does the wronged soul mean?"
The wife of the president of the gate followed him at some point. She said the words just now.
Now that she heard the guest's inquiry, she explained softly in a pious and fearful tone: "This armor is attached to General Xiuyou's wronged soul. He died tragically and full of resentment, so in the middle of the night, his soul would not help but wander around - anyone who sees him will soon die of a misfortune, which is his revenge on this dirty world."
As he said that, the old lady held a pair of newly made white foot bags in her arms and walked tremblingly to the armor, placed it on the altar in front of the armor, and said piously: "I hope General Xiuyou will not freeze his feet when he wanders."
The president of the gate couldn't stand it anymore: "You're just looking for trouble when you do these things that are pretending to be a god every day!"
"Shut up!" Unlike his two sons, the president's wife was not afraid of him at all. She turned around and her fierce appearance was completely different from when she was offering her foot bags just now. "I did these things to atone for your evil deeds!"
After saying that, the old lady turned to the armor again. While kneeling down, she murmured to her husband: "Not just now, but in fact, every year tonight, I will offer a pair of foot bags to General Xiuyou - you'd better give it more respect. It's fine, but today is the 500th anniversary of General Xiuyou... In fact, I have a premonition that a blizzard is coming..."
...
The president of the gate had no choice but to scold her a few more words, and then smiled dryly to invite the guests back to their room to rest.
The group walked through the snow in a complicated mood and returned to the guest room. As soon as they entered the door, they happened to meet Lianglang, who was holding a towel and preparing to take a shower.
"You are back." Omen Ryoro looked behind them strangely, "Didn't my dad come here together?"
Jiang Xia: "The president of the gate seems to want to rest."
"That's it..." Omen Ryoro hesitated for a moment, "Then I'd better tell him tomorrow. His angry look just now was really scary. I hope he can calm his anger tonight."
As he was talking, with a slow footsteps, the old lady also returned here from the house there.
As soon as she looked up, she rushed over and said, "Liang Lang!"
Damen Liangro was stunned: "Mom, aren't you sleeping?"
The old lady ignored this sentence and just said her own affairs in a daze: "Lianglang, you chose to come back today, because General Xiuyou has a spirit in heaven - now you are the only one, only you can protect this home!"
As she said that, she reached out to take out her arms and took out an old notepad from somewhere.
Soon, as if she was inheriting some treasure, the old lady solemnly handed over the notepad. Then she waved her hand and dragged her trembling steps back to her bedroom.
Curacao, Belmode and Judy's eyes immediately fell on the notebook in Damen Lianglang's hand.
Liangro, who was staring at the door of the door, was stunned by several burning gazes and was looking through the notebook: "Uh, if you don't mind, let's watch it together?"
Back in the living room, Damen Lianglang spread his notepad on the table.
Everyone glanced at me and immediately realized that it was familiar - this was a collection of newspaper clippings, with many news cut out from newspapers.
For a moment, everyone almost thought that the old lady was also a fan of Jiang Xia, so they specially made a collection of newspaper clippings to show him around the bush... But after a closer look at the content, they found that this was not the same as the common Jiang Xia newspaper clippings.
"On December 10, Sakura Kenichi, the president of Sakura Industry, committed suicide. According to unknown industry insiders, Sakura Industry was forced to go bankrupt because of vicious competition from Daemun Industry..."
Looking at these contents, Omen Ryoro looked angry: "My dad is always doing such things!"
The more Judy looked at him, the more she felt that this man had the potential to be a murderer, and quickly spoke up to comfort him: "This is just a rumor in the newspaper, and I can't believe it all - what unknown industry insiders are obviously used to take the blame for the rumors."
But Liangro Omen shook his head: "I have a suit of armor that is old... I should have shown it to you when my father took you to visit."
Everyone responded and realized it: "What's wrong with that armor?"
Omen Ryoro pointed to the newspaper stuck to his notebook: "Actually, this dead President Saku is the original owner of the armor."
Jiang Xia took out her cell phone and looked at today's date: "Speaking of this, the time when President Saku committed suicide seemed to be today - this is a coincidence."
Belmod's ear tip moved: "..." Coincidence? This is what you say from your mouth, and it always feels like a subtle mockery...
Next to him, Ran Maori remembered the mysterious old lady before, and instantly she had goosebumps: "Yes, could it be like the old lady said, every day on her death day, General Hirou's wronged soul will wander around the world..."
"Where are ghosts in the world?" Omen Ryoro shook his head helplessly, "We all know the legend of General Xiuyou, so some people who died unjustly will deliberately choose the day of Xiuyou Festival to commit suicide. This is not the first one."
The maid who poured tea next to him remembered this and sighed: "Later, the factory was abandoned in place. I heard that someone had encountered ghosts there. It was because of this rumor that the old lady always felt that every night there would be ghosts wandering around the town."
Ran Maori whispered: "But what if there is really a wronged soul wandering..."
"New Doctor" picked up the teacup and took a sip, blocking the smile on the corner of his lips: The little girl who is afraid of ghosts is so cute.
Chapter completed!