Because there was no one in the Deng family, Bai Ming'an decided to take the opportunity to check the room carefully, maybe he could find traces of ghosts.
Song Li and I were walking nearby.
Probably because I was frightened by the sight of Lin Xiaoru's blood all over the ground, I thought of the scene on the day of the bus accident again.
The memory flashed back and my palms became a little cold.
Song Li patted my head: "What are you thinking about?"
I hid my head and said, "It's nothing.
By the way, I want to ask about your master."
When I looked up, I saw something was wrong with Song Li's expression, and his eyes were always observing the surroundings vigilantly.
It made me feel confused: "What's wrong?"
Song Li frowned: "I seem to feel my uncle's aura."
He asked me, "Can you go back alone?
I'm not worried, so I have to confirm."
The smelly Taoist priest was not found all day long, and we were worried all day long.
Of course I agreed with him to confirm it.
"I'm fine, go ahead."
"Um."
After he left, I walked aimlessly and found that I seemed to be in an unfamiliar place.
The buildings on both sides looked similar to the Deng family's, only more shabby.
I looked around, ready to go back the way I came.
"Why are you not allowed to take my things?"
came the woman's anxious shout.
I followed the voice and saw that the door on the first floor of the building next to me was opened and a little man ran out in a hurry.
He was wearing a hat, and when he rushed over, he even cursed at me: "Get out of here."
I took a few steps back.
Damn, are you polite?
There was a banging sound from inside, as if someone had fallen.
I was a little worried and walked in through the half-open door.
The decoration in the room is old, the wallpaper on the walls has fallen off a lot, and the exposed white walls have faint gray mold spots.
The owner seems to be not well-off.
I walked to the living room and saw a middle-aged woman lying on the floor with a pale face.
I quickly went over and helped her to the sofa.
"Are you okay?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes, saw that I was trying to struggle, and was comforted by me: "Auntie, don't worry, I'm not a bad person.
I just saw someone running out of your house.
You know him."
"No, no."
The woman's chest heaved, "He is a thief and he ran in while I wasn't paying attention."
I asked: "I'll call the police now.
Did he take anything valuable?"
The woman shook her head: "It's just a mobile phone and a watch.
My son's things are not worth much.
He was taken away casually when I shouted."
I nodded and wanted to call the police, but she stopped me: "Forget it, little girl, the amount is not big, even if the police report the crime, they won't take it seriously.
Ahem."
She lowered her head and coughed violently.
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I poured a glass of warm water from the kitchen, fed her to drink, then helped her to the room, watched her lie down, "Where is your son?
Call him."
The woman's eyes dimmed: "He died in a car accident."
I was slightly surprised and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know."
The woman shook her head: "It's okay, it's been many years."
She looked tired and sad.
She felt a little sorry for the pain I had accidentally caused her, so she sat with her for a while.
It wasn't until the sky darkened that it suddenly started pouring rain outside.
I was startled, so I stood up and opened the curtains to check.
"Little girl, you have to go now.
Thank you for taking care of me.
There is an umbrella behind the door.
You can take it and use it."
The woman said.
"Okay, Auntie, please be careful."
She nodded, and I quietly closed the door and walked to the door.
I found a completely black umbrella and couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.
Is this for funerals?
I was a little hesitant, but the rain was pounding outside and there was thunder.
I gritted my teeth, held an umbrella and walked out.
When I walked halfway, I met Song Li.
He was holding a small umbrella for women.
His pink shirt was mostly wet.
He was very surprised when he saw me: "Ning Ning, why are you still here?"
I approached despite the strong wind.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, closed the small umbrella, came under my black umbrella, and took the handle of my umbrella.
I told him what happened, and then asked him about the smelly Taoist priest.
Song Li shook his head: "I've searched all over the area, but there's no trace of my uncle.
Maybe I'm overthinking it."
I nodded.
Before we reached Deng's house, the rain stopped.
Most of Song Li's shoes and mine were wet.
We looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Bai Ming'an walked towards us and glanced at the two of us.
Compared with his white clothes and black trousers, and his spotless handsome appearance, Song Li and I looked like two drowned rats.
I squeezed the rainwater off my clothes and asked him: "How are you doing?
Is there anything strange about the Deng family?"
Bai Ming'an shook his head: "No, I seemed to smell a very faint ghost smell before the rain.
When the heavy rain washed away, everything was gone."
What a pity, I thought sadly, Song Li encountered some difficulties in closing the umbrella on one side, and the long-handled umbrella could not be closed.
I couldn't help but smile: "Hey, can you do it?
How about I do it?"
Song Li shook off the rainwater on the umbrella with all his strength: "How can that be okay?
This is what a man should do."
He smiled brightly but secretly gritted his teeth and struggled with the umbrella, which made me very happy.
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After a while, Song Li still failed and almost swung the umbrella dry.
At this moment, Bai Ming'an's nose moved slightly and he suddenly leaned forward to sniff the umbrella.
"What's wrong?"
I looked at him inexplicably.
Bai Ming'an straightened up with a serious expression: "Who gave you this umbrella?"
"An aunt gave it to me.
I helped her a little.
What's wrong?"
I was confused.
Seeing this, Song Li stopped, lowered his head and smelled it vigorously, and his face suddenly darkened: "There is a heavy ghost smell on this umbrella.
Why didn't I notice it along the way?"
His peach eyes lit up, "Heavy rain, Yes, the smell must have been blocked by the rain.”
Ghost spirit, how could it be?
"Isn't that aunt a ghost?
She looks very ordinary, and she's not in good health."
I couldn't believe that I was so close to the cruel ghost who tried to make Lin Xiaoru attack my nine-month-old fetus.
It's so close that I can't help but feel creepy.
I looked at Bai Ming'an, trying to get him to speak more clearly, but I found that his face was pale and he looked very bad, "Are you okay?"
Song Li also looked at Bai Ming'an with a calm expression: "I'm fine.
What you should be concerned about at this time is not me, but the truth of the matter.
The Deng family must be hiding something."
Song Li said on the side: "The aunt Ning Ning mentioned is also very suspicious."
They were all very serious, which made me nervous.
Just when I was about to express my opinion, a chicken suddenly flew over, flapped its wings twice in the air, and made a "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck' sounds.
It shocked me.
"Lao Zhaoji has run away, hurry up and catch him," a familiar female voice said.
A middle-aged man hurriedly ran over, probably that old Zhao.
Old Zhao said sorry to us, then clumsily went to catch the chicken, pounced on it several times and ate the chicken feathers.
The woman was impatient and ran out: "You are so useless, you can't even catch a chicken."
I recognized her at a glance as the middle-aged aunt who gossiped in the restaurant, a neighbor of the Deng family.
Lao Zhao wiped his sweat and retorted with some displeasure: "You just love to toss the market and let the boss kill it and then take it back.
You have to bring a live one and ask me to kill the chicken.
Really?"
The woman's eyes widened: "Say one more thing" Lao Zhao suddenly became scared and kept catching the chicken.
Bai Ming'an suddenly walked over, surrounded Lao Zhao, held the chicken's wings in his hands, and picked it up.
The street lamp was dim, illuminating his elegant and handsome face: "Hello, if you don't mind, I can help kill the chicken
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