Chapter 127: Tang Yan’s sudden change

Several people hurried downstairs. In order not to fight against the ghosts, Yin Hui held the money sword to clear the way ahead.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful and there was no danger until we got inside the car.

The night was sultry, and the streets began to become lively. Migrant workers who had worked all day began to go out for a walk to buy groceries and join in the fun. The small underground casino and the small Liuxia Alley became active. This seemingly peaceful place, no one of them could have imagined that it would happen.

Such a brutal murder occurred.

"It seems that this street will not be easy to live in in the future." Yin Hui sighed as he looked at the migrant workers with smiles on their faces.

"Yes." Conan Doyle gave a brief reply with a haha.

"What time is it now?" Yin Hui asked.

With trembling hands, Scalpel took out a worn-out pocket watch from his pocket. It was very worn, the kind of pocket watch that could be regarded as an antique.

"It's twenty-two o'clock now."

"Yes." Yin Hui replied, and then the car fell into silence for a while.

Following this street and turning a few more turns, we once again arrived at the residence of Conan Doyle and the three of them.

"Let's go." Conan Doyle looked at the dark staircase, and then at the money sword in Yin Hui's hand: "Put it away, they won't hurt you.'

Yin Hui nodded. "Conan Doyle, ghosts are not kind, you can't let them go like this." Yin Hui kept reminding Conan Doyle.

But Scalpel smiled: "Don't worry, the ghosts here won't harm anyone."

"How do you know?" Yin Hui turned around and smiled faintly. The scalpel had already recovered from the tension just now.

"Do you know why this building was abandoned?" Scalpel looked at Yin Hui calmly, and then continued walking upward.

"Oh? What is it for?"

"This building was abandoned because it was burned in a fire. And the ghosts here were all burned to death by the fire."

"Burned to death by the fire?" Yin Hui took a breath of cold air: "Then these ghosts are wronged souls, and their grievances are particularly deep. Are you really not afraid that one day they will return as ghosts and harm you?"

"If we were afraid, we would have gotten rid of them long ago." Yellow Crane Tower took a puff of cigarette, and the stars looked particularly dazzling in the darkness: "This place was originally a five-star hotel.

The people here are members of a tourist group, and they are all staying as a family of three. After death, they did not want to be reincarnated, so they stayed here consciously. Without the interference of worldly fame and fortune, their lives were easier than that of other people.

Why do you still have such deep resentment?"

Yin Hui smiled: "It seems that you have saved them."

They didn't answer.

Click, a sound in the middle of the night, which made several people's hearts warm immediately, knowing that Conan Doyle had opened the door.

After entering the room and turning on the bright lights, Yin Hui didn't bother to use her yin and yang eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

Sitting on the sofa, he took out the old hat from his arms and threw it on the table. Then he asked: "Is this hat from the Chinese Expeditionary Army? If so, Lao Zhaotou and Yu Tianlai should also have one."

It's only right to wear the same hat, if they also have it, then this matter can be explained clearly."

Conan Doyle nodded and said: "Let's talk tomorrow. Have a good rest today and don't be disturbed by these worldly things."

Yin Hui nodded and got into the room of the three of them.

In order to prevent ghosts from moving it under the bed, Yin Hui took the initiative to make a bed on the floor.

The next morning, when Yin Hui opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was a soreness in her waist and back, and her head was also a little dizzy.

It's true that sleeping on the floor is not as comfortable as the legend says.

He stood up with a sigh, only to find that both of them were gone.

Coming to the living room, three people were having breakfast.

"How are you? Yin Hui, you slept comfortably yesterday."

"Well, it's not bad." Yin Hui nodded, holding back the pain in his waist and said, "I'll go to Zhao Deshui's place to check today to see if I can find the same clothes."

Conan Doyle nodded, and then motioned for Yin Hui to sit down and have breakfast.

Her stomach was already growling with hunger, so Yin Hui sat on the sofa and enjoyed the joy of being a human being.

He could imagine the envy of those ghosts watching the four people eating breakfast. After breakfast, Yin Hui went to the home of old Zhaotou, while Cole Daonan and the three of them divided their work and went to the homes of the other missing people.

Search for the same thing.

Because he was worried about Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, he called them as soon as he entered the city.

Of course they were called to Ouyang Xue's home. The two of them didn't know what happened to Ouyang Xue.

After a brief busy tone, a gentle female voice came: "Hello, hello."

"Tang Yan, is that you? I'm Yin Hui." Yin Hui felt so cordial when she heard this voice.

"Yin Hui, where did you go and why did you disappear for so long?" Tang Yan's temper suddenly became violent.

"Tang Yan, listen to me, this is all for your own good."

"Humph, for my own good? For my own good, you should stay with me all the time."

"Tang Yan, listen to me. Now we are encountering a very difficult problem. If it is not solved in time, I am afraid there will be greater danger in the future. Listen, I don't want them to hurt you, because that will be harmful to you.

Life-threatening."

"A threat to my life? Hum hum, you already knew it, ha ha ha ha."

Tang Yan on the other end of the phone suddenly heard a horrifying laughter: "You knew I was going to die, why didn't you come to save me? Why didn't you come to save me when I was dying? Why didn't you come to save me..."

The melodious and terrifying female cry came faintly from the other end of the phone. The sound was so miserable that it was nerve-wracking to hear.

"Tang Yan..." Yin Hui shouted miserably, then closed her eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

"Yin Hui, I died so miserably, I died so miserably. Haha, haha, woo woo, woo woo." A voice with a wry smile kept coming from the other end of the phone. It was so miserable that Yin Hui's whole body

They are all trembling.

Suddenly, Yin Hui threw away the phone receiver, then ran out of the phone booth crazily, took a car and ran straight to Ouyang Xue's residence.

Yin Hui kept calling Ouyang Xue's home on her mobile phone, but no one answered. Yin Hui's heart felt heavy, as if she had lost her only belief in living.

Where is Shen Feifei?

Could it be that Shen Feifei and Tang Yan also encountered unexpected events?

The more Yin Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong. His heart was trembling wildly. He couldn't imagine how the two women would spend the rest of their lives if they died due to his own reasons.

The half hour in the car seemed like a century.

When the car finally stopped, Yin Hui ran out impatiently and got into Ouyang Xue's room.

Unexpectedly, the room was not locked and opened with a slight push. An ominous premonition arose in Yin Hui's heart.

"Tang Yan, Tang Yan?" Yin Hui's irritable and loud voice echoed in the room.

But the only answer he received was an echo, which echoed extremely loudly in the empty room, as if another person was shouting.

"Tang Yan, where are you? Where are you?" Yin Hui shouted again curiously.

Still no one answered.

Yin Hui was like an ant on a hot pot, walking around in this huge villa, breaking into rooms one after another, but to his disappointment, he didn't see anyone.

"It's weird." Yin Hui took a breath, and then the ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"Could it be..." Yin Hui's heart felt like a needle pricking her heart.

"Shen Feifei? Ouyang Xue?" After shouting again but no response, Yin Hui hurried out of the door and got into a taxi.

"Where are you going?" Seeing the person rushing out of such a luxurious villa, the driver naturally thought that this guy must be from a wealthy family, and his attitude was extremely cordial.

"Funeral parlor." Yin Hui answered anxiously.

"Funeral parlor? That funeral parlor?" The driver was a little surprised. He couldn't imagine why this rich man went to the funeral parlor.

"What other funeral parlor is there? The closest one to here." Yin Hui was really annoyed and cursed.
Chapter completed!