Every time I play a real game, I want to kick the old attack

For some unknown reason, seeing Shen Wu Shi Luo's knock on the door of room 103, the landlord's face twitched, and he ran away in a hurry.

Coning became even more curious about this mysterious psychic lady until...

103's door opened.

An indescribable smell wafted out...

It's like all the spices in the world are mixed in one pot, and then put on the taste after several years of aging and fermentation.

Coning held his breath, and looked at the environment in the door of Room 103 with some fear.

At this moment, four skinny fingers stretched out from the thin door.

The nails on that finger were long and withered yellow, just like the fingers of a witch in a legend!

Coning was startled, and took another step back.

And at this time, a gray, messy, disheveled head protruded from behind the door.

Her cheeks were thin and thin, her eyes were surprisingly large, and her pupils were deep-set, as if she was looking at someone but not at anything.She was wearing a dress that looked like a torn blanket.

This must have been Miss Ruth.

"Oh...Miss God. Is there anything else you can do?"

Lady Ruth's voice was high-pitched and thin, completely out of her age.

"I had a good chat with you just now, this time I specially brought my new boyfriend over to meet you, hehe." Shen Wu Shi Luo bent down and leaned on Coning's shoulder and said.

Conning was expressionless.

Fortunately, this Ms. Ruth is not an ordinary person, and she didn't find it unusual when she saw the couple's expressions were so inconsistent.

She took a step back and opened the door wider.

"You are welcome. Miss God, you are probably the only person in the world who can understand me."

Coning followed Shenwu Shiluo into the room, as if he had plunged into the pool of fermented spices, a gust of heat hit his forehead, and he almost fell straight down.

At this moment, he stepped on something soft and let out a squeak.

Coning jumped up in shock.

"what?"

"Ah... that's Mr. Pumbaa's toy. I'm sorry... After it passed away, I couldn't accept the fact that I kept its stuff as if it was still with me. Just slipped out to play as usual It's..." Ms. Ruth who walked in front explained in a shrill voice.

"Mr. Peng Peng?" Coning repeated in a low voice.

"It's a cat that Ms. Ruth once raised." Shen Wu Shi Luo kindly explained from the side.

Hearing that it was a cat, Coning didn't pay much attention.

Ms. Ruth's room was as small as their house, with only a few steps in the middle of the living room.

There are a few scented candles lit here, and you can see that the place is covered with dirty cushions, as well as some bottles and jars, and a crystal ball.

Inviting the guests to sit down, Ms. Ruth also asked a thoughtful question.

"Drink tea?"

"No, thank you." Coning didn't dare to drink this kind of unknown origin.

"Give me a drink." Shen Wushiluo has no taboos.

Lady Ruth quickly brought in a chipped china teacup.

"Honey, what do you want to talk to me about today? According to the astrology, Jupiter is dominant today. For men, it may be a wise choice to properly reject some other people's requests for help today."

Kannashera took it politely, pecking like a true lady.

"Actually, we are here today, and we still want to hear your opinion on the ghosts in this building. My new boyfriend, Coning, he likes this aspect very much."

Hearing this, Ms. Ruth immediately became a little anxious.She sat down on the soft cushion opposite the two, stroking her crystal ball with her bony fingers.

"Of course... there is a ghost living in this building. She is very cruel. If it weren't for my efforts, the people in this building would die miserably. It's a pity... people here don't believe me, still Choose to live in this house, ah... I am running out of raw materials, maybe after three days, after my spell completely expires, this ghost will come out to harm people again. If you two have other places to go , it would be better to move out of here earlier..."

"How do you know there are ghosts here?" Coning asked nervously.

"That ghost is everywhere, and she often does some very hateful things. Residents in this building have more or less encountered it, but they don't believe it's done by ghosts..." Ms. Ruth wiped her tears . "My Mr. Peng Peng was killed by her, and the residents of 304 were also killed by her. She is becoming more and more dissatisfied. If it weren't for my spell, she would definitely kill more people..."

"Wait? The residents of 304 were killed by it? Why, didn't the dead in 304 become ghosts?" Coning asked in surprise.

"Of course not. The ghost was the original resident of 404. She jumped from the window of the room and fell on the flat roof of the first floor of the apartment. Her beautiful face broke into two pieces." Ms. Ruth said.

"What? There was also a murder case in 404? Has the police investigated it?" Corning asked.

"She committed suicide. And... Generally speaking, the police don't pay attention to the life and death of people like us. Our apartment building is outside the boundaries of supervision." Ms. Ruth said.

"Why did she commit suicide?" Corning asked.

"Because she was abandoned by her boyfriend who was talking about marriage." Ms. Ruth whispered. "Maybe she was a nice person before she was alive, but since she became a ghost, she has become a vicious murderer."

Coning did not expect to receive such a piece of news, and silently wrote down the main points in his heart.

"Where is her boyfriend? Who is it?"

"Then I don't know. His boyfriend has a good financial situation and doesn't live in this area." Ms. Ruth replied.

"If there are ghosts after death...then you say that the dead in 304 were killed by the ghost of 404, why didn't the ghost of 304 take revenge on the ghost of 404?" Coning asked curiously.

"Ghosts are also different. They die with different levels of resentment and malice, as well as different strengths. The girl in 404 had a much more miserable experience than 304." Ms. Ruth replied. "I think the ghost of 304 has probably been eaten by the ghost of 404."

... Well, there is also a theoretical system of its own.

"Is there anything else you want to say about the others in the apartment?" Corning asked.

"It's not a good habit to gossip about others, Mr. Ke." Ms. Ruth glanced at Coning with some reproach.

Conning felt a little embarrassed.He didn't have the hobby of snooping on other people's secrets.

"I'm not a person who likes to gossip about others, but I have to say that the gentleman who lives in 104 opposite me is not a good-tempered person. He often comes back from work without washing his hands, and makes the walls and floors in front of me dirty. Bloodstains! Last time I complained to him about this, if Mr. Pumbaa hadn’t jumped up and scratched his hand, he would have almost chopped the knife in my head! Oh... Speaking of Mr. Pumbaa...it’s terrible What a fine cat, it caught all the mice in the apartment, poor Mr Pumbaa..."

...Although she knew in her heart that it was not good to gossip about others, Ms. Ruth seemed to have a passion for gossiping about others at this moment.

"And the landlord! That miser! You bastard! The house here is so old that the rent won't be lowered for a dime! Last time I even wanted to peek under my skirt! Fortunately, I put a lot of evil spirits under my skirt ..."

Hearing that Ms. Ruth kept saying bad things about the landlord, and there was no new news, Corning couldn't help but interrupt him.

"What is your spell? What do you need for raw materials?"

According to the mission requirements, they seem to be staying in this apartment. Helping this lady collect raw materials does not seem to be an easy and fast task.It would be dangerous if, as this Ms. Ruth said, ghosts would start killing people without spells.

"Garlic, sesame oil, rosemary, mint, salt, beef rump and loin, marinated for 10 minutes..." Ms. Ruth said in a rambling manner.

Coning was still listening carefully at first, but then suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Ms. Ruth? What are you talking about?" Coning asked cautiously.

"This is one of my best dishes... When I was young, it won the first prize in a community cooking competition..." Ms. Ruth said, staring into her big eyes.

……

Coning took a deep breath, and looked at Shen Mu Shi Luo beside him with some confusion.

Shenmusileo took another sip of tea leisurely.

"Yes. Ms. Ruth has Alzheimer's and often mixes things up."

No wonder Shenwu Shiluo said that what this self-proclaimed psychic said may not be reliable! !

Having such an important disease, I didn't say it earlier!

Although Corning was surprised.But she didn't leave right away. Ms. Ruth's role seemed very important, and maybe the other party could have some useful information.

"Can you show me a successful spell?" Coning asked.

Ms. Ruth froze for a moment, groped under the tapestry for a while, and took out a dark object.

Coning didn't think much, and took it in his hand.

Under the dim candlelight, Coning held the object in front of his eyes before he could see what it was!

It's a dead mouse that's been drying for a long time!

Coning shook his hand and threw the thing on the ground.

Shen Wu Shi Luo was holding a teacup and chuckling beside him.

"I think that's the end of today's party." Coning stood up unbearably.

"Okay, dear, goodbye."

Miss Ruth whispered.

The two left Ms. Ruth's dark and spice-smelling room, and Coning took a deep breath of the not particularly fresh air in the corridor.

"The butcher tenant of 104 doesn't seem to be easy to deal with, and depending on the situation, he hasn't come home yet. We can go to the third floor to see who the only tenant we haven't figured out..."

"Okay, little Ningning." Shen Wu Shi Luo blinked.

The two walked up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door of room 303.