Suddenly, a light flashed in Ling Zhiyun's eyes, and he murmured: "The specific location."
"Only one head was exposed.
It was above the fourth window just now, and now it's gone."
Wang Jian said calmly, without any fluctuation in his voice, and he seemed very calm.
"Hey, did you know we're here?"
Ling Zhiyun grinned and took out a small mirror from his pocket.
He picked up the small mirror and looked directly at the roof of the building in front of him.
Wang Jian shook his head and said nothing, thinking that he had already said that the ghost was no longer on the roof.
This guy still didn't believe it.
Could it be that his mirror could show it?
Ling Zhiyun looked at it for a while and murmured: "It's really not the case."
After saying that, he put the mirror away and said to Wang Jian: "Let's go up and ask the person in charge here what the reason is. ” "Wait a minute."
Wang Jian said.
Ling Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face, wondering what this boy was going to do.
Wang Jian walked into the crowd, looked at the motionless body lying on the ground, and his face twitched.
The body was Liu Jingjing's.
She should have fallen head first, and her head was cracked.
When they opened, the ground was covered with blood, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.
"It's so miserable."
An old lady covered her mouth and trembled.
"Hey, everyone is leaving.
Wait until the police come.
Don't destroy the scene of the crime." shouted a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man is the director and principal of Yanci Art Training Center.
His name is Qian Yixiang.
Yanci Art Training Center is located in the middle of several old communities in Chengxi District.
It can be said to be a quiet place amidst the bustle.
Most of the onlookers were residents living in the communities surrounding Yanci Art Training Center, and almost all of them knew the principal.
At this time, most people's expressions changed.
Some people lowered their heads and started talking in low voices: "Look, it's this guy.
If it weren't for him, the girl wouldn't have jumped off the building last year, and this studio wouldn't be haunted."
"Yes, this thing is really worse than a beast.
If it does such a cruel thing, it will definitely die a good death."
"If it weren't for this guy from the Education Bureau, this shabby school would have closed down a long time ago, and he could be allowed to continue to be so rampant."
The voices of the people who were talking were very low, for fear that Qian Yixiang would hear it.
Wang Jian smiled.
He walked up to an old lady and asked, "Aunt, what is going on?
Why is someone jumping off the building again?"
The aunt was startled, looked back at Wang Jian, and whispered: "Young man, you don't want to come here to learn painting, do you?"
Wang Jian nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I plan to come here to study art."
The aunt said quickly: "I can't learn, I can't learn.
This shabby place is haunted.
The girl who jumped off the building just now was killed by a ghost."
"What is it that is haunted?"
Wang Jian pretended to be frightened and said with a look of horror on his face: "What is the reason and how did that ghost appear?"
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"That's hard to say.
What if that girl's ghost comes to see me?"
the aunt shook her head.
Ten minutes later, two police cars stopped downstairs.
The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed, and Qian Yixiang didn't know what he said to the police.
The police nodded and dragged the body away.
Qian Yixiang also followed him and got into the police car.
The police car quickly 's departure.
Ling Zhiyun looked at the police car driving away and cursed: "Damn, just leave like that."
"It seems we are going back."
Wang Jian said calmly.
"You just went over and talked to those aunts for a long time.
What did you say?
Do you know that nine out of ten people who were watching just now were saying bad things about Qian Yixiang?"
"I didn't say anything.
It seems that the principal Qian Yixiang here is not a good person."
Wang Jiandao.
"Come on, let's go find Director Lu."
Ling Zhiyun said with a smile: "We'll get rid of the ghosts and we'll take the money and leave.
These things have nothing to do with us.
Our mission is to get rid of the ghosts."
With that, he walked towards the lobby on the first floor.
Go.
Wang Jian was startled and said, "Isn't Director Lu the one Qian Yixiang contacted you?"
"You can find him or Director Lu," Ling Zhiyun said.
"Oh."
Wang Jian followed Ling Zhiyun into the lobby on the first floor.
It was almost eight o'clock at this time.
Some art students came to class one after another.
Wang Jian found that most students had a little fear on their faces.
When several of them went upstairs, Wang Jian could clearly see that their legs were shaking.
As soon as I walked into the lobby on the first floor, a female teacher came up to me.
She smiled and said, "Are you here to sign up?"
Ling Zhiyun spread his hands: "No, go to Director Lu, he asked us to get rid of the ghosts."
Suddenly, the female teacher's face changed and she said: "Keep your voice down, don't let those students hear it, it will have a bad impact.
Director Lu is in the studio on the third floor, I will take you there."
"I understand, I understand."
Ling Zhiyun lowered his voice.
Soon, Ling Zhiyun and Wang Jian followed the female teacher to the third floor.
The female teacher said, "You two, wait in the corridor for a moment.
I'll call Director Lu right now."
Then she turned and ran towards the corridor.
Wang Jian turned around and looked at some of the works on the wall and the banners sent by the students, and thought to himself: This wall is full of banners.
This art training center does not seem to be as bad as imagined.
It is still quite capable.
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The banners are all They were sent over by some students who had been admitted to college.
They were from major art academies and 211, 985 and other universities.
"Let me go, there are so many flags, I can sell them for a lot of money if I make them."
Ling Zhiyun grinned.
Wang Jian said speechlessly: "Why are you thinking about money every minute?"
At this time, he discovered something was wrong, that is, there was a banner on the wall in front of him that didn't have a word on it, it was empty.
There is not a word on this pennant, so Wang Jian is a little confused as to why it is hung here.
"Haha, that's not a banner, that's a ghost-suppressing flag.
I don't know who did it.
They want to trap this ghost in this building.
This is to raise evil spirits."
Ling Zhiyun sneered.
What is a ghost-suppressing flag?
But it sounds ridiculous.
Wang Jian's face was full of confusion.
Ling Zhiyun was about to explain to Wang Jian when he saw a middle-aged short and fat man walking over.
He smiled at Ling Zhiyun and said, "I, Lu Zhiyuan, am the director here.
You must be Master Ling Yun."
Ling Zhiyun got straight to the point: "I'll go and catch the ghost wherever it is.
After I catch it, you just need to pay me."
Lu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, Master Ling is really refreshing.
We have already negotiated the price.
Master Ling won't increase the price, right?"
"That's not true, twenty-five thousand is twenty-five thousand."
Ling Zhiyun smiled.
"That's good, Master Ling.
The female ghost is hiding on the fourth floor of this building.
In the past year, none of us have dared to go up to the fourth floor or the roof."
"Ajian, let's go."
Ling Zhiyun said.
Seeing that Wang Jian did not agree to him, Ling Zhiyun secretly thought that it was not good.
He turned around and saw that Wang Jian, who was standing in the corridor just now, had disappeared: