"This...this..." Sister Fang pointed to the water pipe and her eyes widened.
This scene really tests Sister Fang's materialistic thinking.
"It seems like something has been released." Xiaolan frowned and whispered.
"But the workers didn't see any animals when they were removing the water pipes," Sister Fang insisted. "Maybe it was just a small thing and the construction team didn't pay attention."
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at Sister Fang. She was not prepared to explain anything, so she just said, "Auntie, the owner of this house can only hear sounds at night, right?"
"In the middle of the night, you can only hear it in the middle of the night, as well as the sound of shooting balls in the corridor."
"Then can we do it again at night?" Xiaolan asked.
"Of course," Sister Fang nodded quickly, "You just knock on my door tonight."
Nothing could be seen during the day. The three of them walked around the house a few more times. When they found nothing more, they left 502 and knocked on the security door of 501.
"The affairs of Xiao Liu's family are finished so quickly." Brother Wang looked at Xiao Lan and Taoist Priest with admiration.
"Let's talk about Xiao Liu's family, don't be in a hurry!" Sister Fang welcomed the two of them into the door and said while changing shoes, "What happened to your family?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a strange expression appeared on Sister Fang's face. Sister Fang pinched her nose with one hand and waved her other hand vigorously in front of her face.
"What's wrong with your house! Why is it so stinky! Ugh--"
After saying that, I couldn't help but retched.
The same smell also spread to the nostrils of Xiaolan and the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest quickly covered his nose. Xiaolan felt that his brain was dizzy from the smoke, as if someone had aimed a shit basin at his head.
The body's resistance to the smell prevented Xiaolan from continuing to walk through the door.
"You can smell it too!" Brother Wang waved his hands helplessly, "This stink has been lingering around my house for several days! I have thrown away all the food in my house, but I can't find where the stink comes from.
Thi!"
"Is there a dead mouse?" Sister Fang covered her nose and tried to retreat out of the door, but Brother Wang held her back.
"Where did the rats come from when I live on the fifth floor? And we rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find them, but there was nothing!"
Xiaolan shook her head, feeling a little more awake, and said from a distance, "I don't think the smell is like a dead mouse. Uncle, did your family have stinky socks that have not been washed and have become moldy?"
"How can smelly socks have such a smell?" Brother Wang stamped his feet anxiously, "You are not a master, my house must be haunted by ghosts! Come in and help my house look at it!"
This...even a master...
Xiaolan's professional ethics had been suffocated by the stench, and she hid behind the Taoist priest and refused to take a step forward.
"Don't harm Master, I'll go in and take a look at it for you!" Sister Fang pinched her nose and made a voice full of helplessness.
What an admirable administrator!
Xiaolan gave a thumbs up in her mind, but her steps moved back a little.
My wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Xiaolan looked up at the Taoist priest who had caught him, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.
"Let's go in and have a look too."
Xiaolan's eyes widened.
Is this investigating a case? Is this asking for death?
I have withstood spell attacks, am I going to die from chemical weapons?
"I...I..." Xiaolan's body was still resisting slightly.
"Just put this on," the Taoist priest took out the mask from his pocket and put it on Xiaolan's face. "These things may be related. I'm not as sensitive as you. Xiaolan, please try your best, okay?"
Xiaolan's tears fell in her heart.
Sweet words can kill people.
Although I know that the Taoist priest is tricking me into entering, I can't resist saying that I can't do it without myself...
Xiaolan walked in with heavy steps, turned around and closed the door, taking a deep breath...
This mask is of no use!
For a odor with a level of 10, a mask that can block 5 is indeed somewhat useful.
But at this moment when the smell level is at least 1000...
Xiaolan instantly felt that she was surrounded by old smelly socks, and even wondered if she had become smelly.
Before the stench could cloud her mind, Xiaolan took the risk and breathed vigorously in an attempt to identify the source of the odor.
It's simply a suicide investigation. I really am.
Xiao Lan strolled into the house, sniffing left and right.
I heard Brother Wang and Sister Fang whispering from behind.
"As expected of a master, I can smell this..."
"You are so powerful. How can you stay in this room?"
"I'm used to it... My wife and girl have already gone out to stay in a hotel... I can't leave my house alone..."
"Then you should have told me earlier... You won't be afraid of being stinky if you stay alone..."
"A few days ago, I was looking for the stinky mark at home... This is why I am sure that I can't find the mark..."
"..."
It stinks here and it stinks there.
Xiaolan felt that she might die. Even though her throat was slit, she didn't feel that she was so close to death.
Xiaolan walked to the right and opened the door.
That's the bedroom.
At the same time, a stronger smell hit my face.
Xiaolan retched for a while and almost vomited.
"Maybe it's over there." The Taoist priest saw Xiaolan holding her stomach and pointing desperately towards the bedroom, and quickly said to Sister Fang and Brother Wang.
"That's my wife and I's bedroom." Brother Wang walked to the bedroom door and looked in. "Is that the smell here? There is nothing in the bedroom."
"This room has the strongest smell!" Xiao Lan gestured, but before he finished speaking, he couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly dragged his body, which had reached the critical point of vomiting, back tactically, and rushed downstairs in one breath.
He took off his mask, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
It’s too unfair. Is this the world of adults who can bend and stretch?
Brother Wang ran down behind Xiaolan and asked, "Little master, where is the smell in the bedroom? Is my house haunted?"
"This is my limit, uncle," Xiaolan shook her head weakly and refused, "But there is a member of our team who does this professionally. Let's come over in the evening and let him help you take a look..."
Brother Wang was delighted that his family's problem could finally be solved. He stood at the door and bid farewell to the three of them with great enthusiasm, and kept shouting "Come again" in a friendly manner.
The three of them looked like they had finally escaped from hell.
Xiaolan even forgot where to go next.
When Sister Fang led the two of them into the corridor of Building 9, Xiaolan was still thinking about who I was, where I was, and why I appeared here.
"The corridor where you could hear the sound of batting a few days ago is right here," Sister Fang pointed upward, "but I don't know if it will still be here tonight."
Only then did Xiaolan react and look around.
There is nothing strange about it. This corridor is the same as the one in Building 11. Under the care of the residents and Sister Fang, it looks simple but neat.
Xiaolan and the Taoist priest walked up the stairs.
Xiaolan sniffed to try to distinguish any special smell, but Xiaolan found that her sense of smell had temporarily gone offline.
It's too tragic. The aftereffects of chemical attack are too strong.
Just as he was thinking about it, the Taoist priest suddenly spoke.