you are scary

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One bed can't fit two grown men, not to mention Xiaokang Wang has two hands behind his back, which increases the floor area, so Bai Qianwan didn't wake up Xiaokang Wang who was sleeping on the ground, but turned up the heating temperature At that point, he even covered him with a blanket, so as not to freeze the ghost, although the ghost should not catch a cold and have a fever.However, in the middle of the night, Xiaokangwang's huge snoring sound like a tractor digging a mountain accompanied by his babbling "Bold!"

Why do ghosts still breathe inertially after falling asleep?

Helpless, Bai Qianwan had no choice but to book another room on the app.

After a little hesitation, he ordered a luxury suite with a unit price of 66666 per night this time, with an area of ​​300 square meters, spacious, elegant and luxurious, with its own rooftop, kitchen, gym, huge luxurious marble bathroom and other things that are insignificant to him, the key It's such an expensive room, so there won't be ghosts bothering him, right?

Not long after he placed the order, he was warmly welcomed by the private waiter in the suite, although it was a bit weird to see such a springy smiling face in the middle of the night.

Bai Qianwan made a silent gesture: "Someone is sleeping in the room, please keep your voice down."

The waiter glanced at the empty single room, his smile remained unchanged: "Mr. Bai, this way."

The luxury suite is located on the 29th floor, with independent elevators for access.

Therefore, he didn't see any strange ghosts in the elevator pulling the elevator door with bloody blowholes.Speaking of which, the hotel is also a place where supernatural events frequently occur... It is barely normal to attract ghosts like Xiaokang Wang to stay here.

The deluxe suites are really luxurious.The master bedroom has a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. After the electric curtains are opened, you can see the bright night view of City B.Looking down from such a high place, it is easy to secrete adrenal hormones and have the urge to jump off the building with passion, so Bai Qianwan turned off the curtains, all the lights, and threw himself on the bed to sleep.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and he was drowsy, but he kept hearing someone calling his name.

"Bai Qianwan."

"Bai Qianwan."

"Bai Qianwan."

……

The voice of an older man.

When being called by a ghost in the middle of the night, the normal way to deal with it is to never agree to the call from the dead, but Bai Qianwan is a psychic, and it's not the first time he was called by a ghost, but he didn't rush to agree, God knows What is this ghost up to.

He flicked on the bedside lamp.

A man in a suit and leather shoes standing by the bed came into view, and his eyes widened unexpectedly - the man's face was also bloody, but it was not the same as being skinned, the other's face seemed to have been burned and hit by a hammer However, the nose and cheekbones have collapsed and are flat, the lips are swollen and purple, the muscles on the face are crooked, and some skin seems to have been peeled off, with a layer of wet yellow fat sticking to it. It is the pink color of muscles.He only has one pair of eyes and still retains the appearance of a human being, focused and energetic.

Bai Qianwan didn't feel sleepy at all.

A middle-aged man with a terrifying appearance...

The reason why he is middle-aged is judged from the skin folds on his hands and neck.

Why do you get haunted by ghosts even when you hide in a luxurious hotel suite? What kind of hotel is this?

Bai Qianwan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows were almost raised, and he threw away the blanket covering his body: "Is there something wrong, sir?"

"I... want to find Song Shen." The man spoke in a hoarse voice. When he opened his mouth, there were only bare pink gums left on his lips, which were wet with saliva. Now, it's about the fish that was cut open in the market Memories began to flood into Bai Qianwan's mind inappropriately.It seems that the belly meat of the fish is also pink.For a moment, he didn't even notice the word "Song Shen".

After two seconds.

"Song Shen?"

The name seems familiar.

Where have you heard it?

"You once channeled him."

"I have quite a lot of psychic people..."

"The late head of the Song Group."

"Oh." Bai Qianwan rubbed his hands embarrassingly, "I remembered."

It's Song Nongmo's grandfather——

"Let me put it bluntly, I can't conduct psychic communication without the consent of his family. Besides, Mr. is a ghost, so you can go to the underworld to look for him."

"No, I'm trapped in the room, and I can only ask for your help." The man sighed turbidly, and his sharp eyes turned to the French windows that faced them and were blocked by curtains. The wrinkled and freckled hands trembled slightly, "All this time, I could only listen to some stories from the outside world by the window and door of this suite. If the ghosts in the hotel hadn't mentioned the funny story about you being a psychic for the Song family last time, I would I don't even know that Song Shen is dead. By the way, my name is Song Lan."

Stuck in a room?

Is there still witchcraft and incantations here?This is not within the scope of Bai Qianwan's business.

On the other hand, the search for Song Shen must be approved by his family members, that is, at least Song Nongmo's consent must be obtained.Apparently the unknown ghost was trying to use his hand to contact the Song family, but he never wanted to get involved with ghosts outside of work.

Bai Qianwan wondered: "If I say 'you should ask other people for help'..."

The man stared at him fixedly, his swollen lips squirmed, like two worms stuck together and separated: "Sorry to bother you." He left the bedroom on foot.While walking, thick brown juice flowed out from his abdominal cavity or somewhere else, and a smell like dead rats and spoiled food filled the room.

"Ah...help."

Bai Qianwan fell headlong on the soft pillow and howled. Three minutes later, he stepped on his slippers and took the elevator back to the single room area unwilling to compromise, and decided to sleep with Xiaokang Wang.

Xiaokang Wang sat cross-legged, with his hands resting on his knees, and his hands crossed towards the ceiling, like two straight blue steel pipes.He has a calm face, thick eyebrows raised, and veins on his neck protruding, and suspicious black smoke can be vaguely seen emanating from his head.

He seems to be practicing.Bai Qianwan leaned over to take a closer look, and was suddenly hit fatally by the smell of black smoke above Xiaokang Wang's head. It wasn't the smell of blueberries, but the smell of corpses.

Bai Qianwan couldn't help lying on the sink and retching.

"What's the matter?" Xiaokang Wang lay on the door and looked at him, "Does it stink so much?"

"Ugh, I just want to sleep well, my God, can you not bring such a lethal weapon."

"you?"

"I just booked another room and there was a ghost in it too, and he knew me. Ugh..."

With the sound of splashing water, Bai Qianwan spit out blueberry-flavored mouthwash, and the fresh smell gave him short-lived vitality.Xiaokang Wang slipped into the bathroom, leaned down and smelled the bottle of blueberry mouthwash, the blue color of copper hydroxide precipitation attracted his curiosity.

"I didn't die from drinking this, did I?" he said.

"Mouthwash won't kill you." Bai Qianwan wiped his cheek.

He lay back on the bed, but no sleep at all.

In the distance, the sky has become white.

He picked up the phone, and the news popped up in the browser: "15 years!The Missing Case of Song Shen's Eldest Son in the Song Group"

Song Shen's eldest son... seems to be Song Nongmo's father?

He read the news at a glance, to the effect that Song Lan, the eldest son of Song Shen, disappeared 15 years ago and has not been heard from since then. There are different speculations from the outside world, and this incident once caused an uproar in City B.

... Song Lan?

"There is such a thing."

Xiaokang Wang sat on the bed and shook his mouthwash: "What's the matter?"

He hurriedly stopped Xiaokang Wang: "Do you know the disfigured male ghost in the luxury suite?"

"You said him, he is a special guest, I don't know why he can't come out of the room all the time," Xiaokang Wang thought for a while, "I can't say I know him, after all, I don't usually see him, I can't afford a room for [-] nights ——Wait, the house you just booked is a luxury suite?"

Xiaokang Wang's surprised mouth was as big as two eggs.

"Do you know his identity?"

If that ghost is Song Lan, no wonder he wants to find Song Shen...

"I don't know, how about I go to the luxury suite with you and ask him?" Xiaokang Wang's arms danced excitedly.

The elevator went up to the 29th floor, but Song Lan was no longer in the master bedroom, not even the sticky things on the floor.Xiaokang Wang yelled and visited the decoration of the suite, looked at every place, and finally found the disfigured male ghost on the small private rooftop garden.He was sitting on a recliner, facing the east in a dignified manner, and the sun was gradually rising.

"Sorry, I need to confirm again, you are Mr. Song Shen's eldest son Song..."

"Song Lan." The man looked at him and the blue-skinned Xiaokang Wang strangely, "Why are you back again?"

Immediately, electric currents flowed through Bai Qianwan's whole body, and he stabbed nimbly at Tianling Gai from his toes. The pores all over his body were painful and itchy, and his intuition screamed in his ears for a moment: "The big thing is not good!"

His intuition has always been to judge the situation and have good ears and eyes.Undoubtedly, if the middle-aged man in front of him who was obviously murdered was really Song Nongmo's father, it would be a disaster. It was as if Bai Qianwan was being forcibly involved in a storm again standing on the edge.When he received the Song family's psychic list before, he had this premonition that the wealthy family has a lot of affairs, and their privacy is not easy to let others know.Now, he unexpectedly learned another shocking secret.

"Is there anything that can prove that you are Song Lan's?" Bai Qianwan said with difficulty, holding on to the chair, dizzy.

The wind gently brushed the man's forehead hair, and his lips moved, as if he was smiling: "All the passwords of Song Nongmo are 820365."

Bai Qianwan glanced at him suspiciously, and opened WeChat: "I have to confirm your identity before I can help you pass the message."

Far away in the break room of the special incident handling department in City B, the desktop has become a battlefield for documents.Amidst the snoring of his colleagues, Song Nongmo clicked on the interrogation video of Chen Huihui on the computer again.

"My motive? Revenge. I just want him to die. Anyway, he's committing suicide all day long. If he doesn't love himself so much, then I'll give him a big gift. I changed my mind when I saw you guys coming, because things came to light. gone."

Song Nongmo stared closely at the detailed file about the "Renzhu case" decades ago. The house where Chen Huihui lived had a hidden back door. The murderer entered through the back door and tortured Chen Huihui to death.After the murder, the homeowner nailed down the back door.Unexpectedly, many years later, Chen Huihui reopened the back door in order to lure wolves into the room and kill his roommate.Huang Zeruo and Li Fuzhen entered through the back door.

Just for revenge?

"Captain Song, you haven't slept yet?" the police officer who walked in from outside the house said with a cup of tea.

"Well, I'm watching the 'Renzhu Case'." Song Nongmo laughed.

"Team Song is taking a break today, why don't you go home and rest early," the policeman said.

"It's ok."

Two hours later, Song Nongmo drove to the apartment.

It was still dark and the road was empty.

While waiting for the red light, a WeChat message came suddenly.

[Bai Qianwan: All your passwords are 820365? 】

Sudden old incidents are brought up again...

In his eyes, this wechat has been covered with a pink bubble filter.

[Yes, what? 】

[Let's meet and discuss in detail, I've already booked a room, 29, 02th Floor, XXXX Hotel, I'll wait for you. 】

Hotel room, meet.

……what's going on?

As if injected with a dose of stimulant, Song Nongmo's tiredness of many days was swept away in an instant.

Bai Qianwan's enigmatic brain circuit must not be able to think of another hint of opening a room, and that can only mean that something big has happened.