The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

The next night, Zang Biao was awakened by the singing again. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and his anger could no longer be suppressed.

He angrily went to the next door and broke down the door. While doing so, he scolded the other party for being wicked.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and two tall and thick-set men came out. They stood there, more than half a head taller than Zan Biao.

Zang Biao immediately gave up and said cautiously: "I live next door. Please sing softly in the middle of the night."

A big man folded his arms and cursed arrogantly: "You idiot, you are the one who complained about us? Who sang in the middle of the night? I slept well, what are you singing about?"

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Zi Biao didn't dare to knock on the door anymore, so he returned to his room, and the dynamic singing voice floated from the next door again:

"Love is like fire, it warms the heart

I see the flame of love flickering..."

In the next few days, Zaibiao was still unable to sleep due to the noise from the singing every day.

One night, he couldn't bear it anymore and called the police.

When the police came to the door, the attitude of the two strong men improved a lot. But they still refused to admit that they were disturbing the residents by singing in the middle of the night, and even asked the police to come in and take a look, claiming that the two of them were sleeping peacefully in the house.

Zang Biao followed the policeman and took a few glances quietly. There were only two men in the room and no one else.

Two grown men living in the same house? Go to bed early every day? This relationship... tsk tsk...

Stop it, that's not the point!

The point is, Song Biao suddenly remembered that the songs he heard every night were sung by women. In other words, did he blame his neighbor wrongly?

But if it’s not from next door, then who is it?

Upstairs or downstairs?

He was afraid that he would be wronged again, so he simply snatched Sang Feiwan's connection, hoping that Sang Feiwan could help figure out who was disturbing the neighbors by singing in the middle of the night.

Sang Feiwan asked him: "Did you sleep with the windows open at night?"

Counselor Biao said: "Yes, open the window to keep cool, and you can also save some money on air conditioning."

Sang Feiwan said: "The singing is coming from downstairs. From now on, if you close the window when you sleep, you won't be able to hear it."

"It's really downstairs!" Zang Biao was very angry. "I had doubts about the downstairs before, but the property management said they didn't check in. It's so wicked to disturb people in the middle of the night!"

Sang Feiwan said: "There is indeed no one living in the house downstairs, but there is a ghost."

Zing Biao was shocked and immediately became frightened again: "Anchor, don't scare me. I'm scared this late at night."

Sang Feiwan said: "The house downstairs is a columbarium. The head of the house bought it to place the ashes of his relatives. Therefore, no one lives there all year round. They only come to pay homage on the death anniversary."

"This time it was probably after worshiping that I forgot to close the window, and you didn't close the window either, so the sound came out."

Song Biao had heard before that someone bought a residential building to store ashes and use it as a cemetery.

But he never expected that this kind of thing would happen to him.

"Anchor, what should I do? I couldn't sleep just listening to singing before, but now that I know it's a ghost singing, I can't sleep even more!"

Some enthusiastic netizens advised: "Just move, this is too uncomfortable." 】

Zing Biao said: "Houses in small places are difficult to sell. There has been no transaction in our community for a year. Now that we have built a cemetery house, it is even more difficult to sell. Oh, it's really a scam! Is there any way for the anchor to sell that house?" Send the ghost away?"

Sang Feiwan said: "I want to see the ghost and know where the obsession is. Wait until 12 o'clock, and you take me downstairs to see her."

Zang Biao said with a sad face: "Can I not go? I... I'm scared!"

Sang Feiwan said: "Okay, then just listen to the lullaby and fall asleep every night."

Zingbiao: "...then...okay. Anchor, you have to protect me when the time comes."

"Well, I'll see you later." Sang Feiwan said and cut off the connection neatly.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the white curtains billowed with the wind. Zaibiao felt his scalp was numb all the time, and he hurried to close the window.

But when he closed the window, he glanced down desperately and saw the night wind picking up pieces of paper, and some of them floated up and stuck to his face.

He tore a piece off his face and took a closer look. It turned out to be paper money!

"Ah!" Zang Biao was so frightened that he fell to the ground, "Anchor, help me..."

Sang Feiwan had already connected to the last netizen tonight.

A netizen named "Uncle Gen" appeared on the screen wearing a mask and sunglasses, "Anchor, I want to find someone, my girlfriend. She disappeared three days ago."

"I also called the police, but the police said that this kind of thing is not their responsibility. They suggested that I go to the nearby garbage dump to look for it, but I couldn't find it."

"Oh, I really had no choice, so I came to the anchor for help. Please help me find my girlfriend. Without me to take care of her, I don't know what she would be like."

After listening to his story, netizens immediately noticed something strange:

【Why didn’t the police ignore me after being missing for three days? Did your girlfriend break up with you and leave on your own? 】

[Why did the police suggest you go to the garbage dump to find it? 】

[Is his girlfriend a garbage collector? 】

Then Uncle Gen took out a photo: "This is a photo of my girlfriend. Please help me find it. I really can't live without her."

At first glance, the photo shows a young woman wearing a suspender skirt and long curly hair, but if you look closely, you can see that the woman's face is very stiff.

It’s a... silicone doll!

[No wonder you have to wear a mask and sunglasses, this is too... too...]

[Wanwan probably didn’t expect that one day she would have to read the silicone doll’s face. 】

[I want to know, at this moment, Wanwan has a few horses running through her heart. 】

Sang Feiwan really didn't expect that she would see a silicone doll when looking at her face.

But now that she was connected, she still dutifully gave the result: "Your girlfriend was taken away by your son, and she is still at your son's house."

Uncle Gen was quite surprised: "Did my son take it away? He has always hated my girlfriend very much. Why did he take it away?"

Sang Feiwan simply said it more clearly:

"He thought the girlfriend you had was a bit... immoral, so he secretly took it away. He originally wanted to sell it as second-hand goods, but he couldn't sell it, so he kept it at his house."

Uncle Gen yelled angrily: "Wang Dacheng, you bastard!! You beat us up before, and now you secretly sell my girlfriend. I'm really, really angry!"

[Eh, are all uncles so open nowadays? 】

[Uncle, you revealed your son’s name! 】

【Wang Dacheng? Why does it sound like my colleague's name? You're not my colleague's father, are you? 】

"Ah, did I say my name? You heard me wrong, I didn't say anything!"

Uncle Gen quickly hung up the connection and disappeared from the live broadcast room. I don't know if I was in such a hurry because I was afraid of being recognized, or because I wanted to pick up my "girlfriend" as quickly as possible.