Celestial Ghost Master

Situ Bai went with supper.

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Yin Sheng opened the door, he saw three men standing outside.

He had seen two of them during the day, Situ Bai and Hu Ye, and the other looked thin and thin, like an intern.

Situ Bai went to the door to change his shoes, and the two people behind him followed him to do the same. Yin Sheng raised his hand to take the few bento boxes that Situ Bai handed over, sniffed them, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Seafood wontons." Yin Sheng looked up at Situ Bai.

"There are also golden fried dumplings and half a roasted chicken with honey sauce." Situ Bai smiled, walked into the kitchen familiarly, took out the small roasted chicken, put it in the microwave oven, and bent over to take it from the cabinet. Bring out chopsticks and dishes.

Yin Cheng looked suspiciously at Situ Bai's smooth handling of things, as if this was his home.

Hu Ye hurriedly blocked Yin Sheng's gaze, and changed the subject, "I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour."

Yin Sheng looked away, turned his head and walked slowly to the living room to sit down.

"Your captain doesn't feel disturbed, and you don't need to think so."

Wang Xiaoer chuckled beside him, and before he had time to correct his expression, he saw Yin Cheng's slender phoenix eyes looking over.

"What funny thing did I say?"

"No..." Wang Xiaoer quickly coughed and waved his hands, "It's just, uh... I've heard the exact same tone before, so..."

Yin Sheng was even more confused, what kind of logic is this intern?Have you ever heard the same thing and it was funny?Where is the joke?How did he not find out?

Hu Ye gave Wang Xiaoer a blank look, and Wang Xiaoer knew he had said something wrong, so he shrank slowly on the bar chair beside him, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

The smell of grilled chicken wafted from the kitchen. After a while, Situ Bai came out with a plate. The heated grilled chicken had an attractive honey-colored luster, and it had been cut into small pieces by Situ Bai deftly. He put the chopsticks aside , first helped Yin Sheng pick a few pieces of meat and put them in a small bowl for him, then took out the file folder and put it on the table, and started their business here.

"Another dead person?"

After listening to Situ Bai's summary of the incident at the police station that night, Yin Sheng was slightly surprised.

"If Mao Dasheng's death was for the inheritance...then what was the death of Mao Xin's lover?"

Situ Bai didn't answer, but just handed Zhang Ling's information to him first.

"This woman is called Zhang Ling. She has been with Mao Xin for a year. She..."

"what?"

Before Situ Bai finished his brief introduction, Yin Sheng looked at the photo and suddenly groaned.

Situ Bai stopped at the right time, looked at Yin Sheng's expression, and asked, "You know him?"

"I don't know him." Yin Sheng looked at the photo again, made sure he was right, and raised his head, "But I did, it was in the elevator of the apartment this morning."

That's right, the woman in front of me is the one who grabbed Yin Sheng in the morning and wanted to give him a ride.

Although the makeup of the woman in the photo is not as gorgeous as it looks in the elevator during the day, Yin Sheng is sure that he is right.

Situ Bai frowned slightly, "You mean Zhang Ling lives here?"

Yin Sheng nodded, "It should be." After a pause, he added, "I think I know how she died."

To be precise, he reminded women during the day that it is not appropriate to go out today.

I just didn't expect Zhang Ling to die so quickly.

"She was haunted by resentful spirits." Yin Sheng closed the document and handed it back to Situ Bai, "It seems that there has been a breakthrough in this case, is the murderer unnecessary?"

"I don't know if it's unnecessary." Situ Bai shook his head, "What do you think would kill someone who has nothing to do with it?"

Hu Ye was also puzzled, "Yes, if it is about inheritance or inheritance, anyone in the Mao family may die, but it has nothing to do with Zhang Ling."

Wang Xiaoer bit the chicken and nodded vaguely, "Vegetarian!"

"It's your size!" Hu Ye rolled his eyes, and slapped Wang Xiaoer on the back of the head, who only cared about eating.

Yin Sheng also picked a piece of chicken from the bowl and put it into his mouth. The faint honey flavor and the crispy skin of the grilled chicken made it so delicious that people wanted to swallow their tongues.

Yin Cheng squinted his eyes contentedly, and licked the corners of his mouth, "No matter what the reason is, as long as we find that resentful spirit, we can get the answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a meow.

Gin, who was sleeping upstairs, was attracted by the scent and walked down proudly.

Its golden eyes rolled around, and finally landed on Situ Bai, stepped forward, and gently rubbed against Situ's feet.

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is the first time Yin is willing to get close to someone other than me."

Situ Bai smiled silently, picked up Yin, and rubbed the Persian cat's stomach, "It looks good, it's fat."

As he said that, he pinched the flesh on his stomach viciously.

Yin's tail dangled between his legs, and his small ears flapped, as if he could understand Situ's words.

Yin Sheng introduced to everyone, "This is my roommate, Yin."

Wang Xiaoer stretched out his hand first, "Yin, hello."

It's just that the hand was halfway out when it was slapped away by Yin Yi's claws.

Wang Xiaoer's glassy heart was hit again.

Hu Ye shook his head, drawing everyone's attention away from the Persian cat, "When is Mr. Yin going to find that..."

I always feel that I can't say the word resentful spirit, and I feel a chill down my spine just by imagining it.

Yin Sheng looked at the time and said casually, "It's actually possible now."

Wang Xiaoer's whole body froze, and subconsciously shrank behind Hu Ye, "Now... now?"

Situ glared at Wang Xiaoer with unpromising eyes, then turned to look at Yin Sheng, "Why don't we finish eating before doing anything?"

Yin Sheng had no objection, nodded, "OK."

Hu Ye, Wang Xiaoer, "..."

When everything is wiped out, the few people are full.

Yin Sheng poured black tea for the three of them, and glanced at the time, it was almost midnight.

If you are looking for a karmic ghost at this time, you don't need to bother too much, because the environmental factors have already provided the perfect place.

He drove Silver upstairs to bed, then took the scarf and coat off the hanger, and wrapped himself tightly again.

When the four of them left the room, they felt a biting wind in the corridor.

Because the temperature of the air conditioner in Yin Sheng's room was raised too high, everyone felt as if they had suddenly arrived at the South Pole from Hawaii.

Wang Xiaoer sneezed shamelessly, then tightened his collar.

The lights in the corridor are light-sensitive design, several people pass by, the lights will be on all the way, the faint white light always has a weird atmosphere in this quiet midnight, maybe you don't feel it on weekdays, but following Yin Sheng...

It's impossible not to let people think in a weird direction.

The four of them walked to the elevator room, and the elevator just stopped on this floor. Everyone entered the door, and Yin Sheng pressed the button for the fifth floor.

When he met Zhang Ling that day, he was on the fifth floor.

Wang Xiaoer felt very nervous, he unconsciously grabbed Hu Ye's sleeves, and his eyes flicked around in the elevator.

"Mr. Yin..." He moved his throat and asked with some difficulty, "Where are you going to find... that..."

"In the elevator."

Yin Sheng said with a deadpan face.

Wang Xiaoer almost cried out, and his whole body was almost wrapped around Hu Ye like an octopus.

"Elevator elevator elevator!!"

Hu Ye felt his ears buzzing from Wang Xiaoer's yelling, and raised his hand to hold his head, "Don't yell in my ear!"

As soon as the words fell, the elevator stopped with a ding.

The silver elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

In the eyes of Situ, Hu Ye, and Wang Xiaoer, there was a dark corridor on the fifth floor in front of them, but in the eyes of Yin Sheng, they saw a different scene.

Some "people" came uninvited.

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows lightly, without moving his feet, and looked at the woman standing in front of him calmly.

The woman was wearing the clothes she had when she met Yin Sheng that day, still carrying the small white bag in her hand, and wearing stiletto high-heeled shoes.

The long hair is curled on the shoulders, but the neck is twisted in a weird direction, the head is drooping, and the ankle seems to be broken. It is propped on the floor at a right angle of ninety degrees, and the high heels are tilted to one side. I didn't see it either, but looking at Yin Sheng's expression, I still noticed something was wrong.

Wang Xiaoer pressed the elevator button with trembling fingers, but found that the elevator did not respond at all.

Wang Xiaoer's face turned pale under the incandescent light above his head.

Situ glanced at Yin Sheng, and asked without changing his expression, "What's at the door?"

Yin Sheng shrugged and said softly, "Zhang Ling."