After the phone was taken out, I just hurriedly saw the caller's mark displayed on it - Mrs. Du.

Then... I was driven downstairs like Sun Tuzi.

For the next two days, Sun Tuzi and I were detained in the detention room of the Xicheng Branch.

During the interrogation, I told me about the purpose of going to the old house, contacting Lu Zhen, and after arriving there, all the encounters I had in detail.

Of course, I only said that I went to the old house to see if there were any leftover items worth collecting from my ancestors, and I did not say that it had a clear purpose.

The truth is, so far, I am still not sure what my grandfather left me.

As for what happened to Ding Xieling, what is the whole picture of the stone coffin on the roof, whether there is anything inside...and so on, I can't even know.

During this period, no acquaintance came to "take out" Sun Tuzi and I. After all, I was a "public sect". I knew that some of the procedures could not be overcome privately, so I didn't feel wronged.

The beginning of this incident was on the night of the second I was detained.

I slept heavily in the middle of the night, and suddenly I was awakened by a "ding-bang" sound.

I turned over and secretly scolded who was a guy who committed a pretentious "death knell" in the middle of the night. Although I was a person involved in the case, I was only a suspect at most. Is this random mess that I still want to interrogate and torture me and force me to confession after being trashed at this night?

I heard the sound of knocking in my ears, and finally couldn't help but sit up, "Did you play the update in your previous life? What do you want to do if you don't sleep at night?

I yelled halfway, and the second half choked in my throat.

Through the iron fence, I saw that there were indeed people standing outside, but it was not the attitude I imagined to interrogate the prisoner at night, nor was it the new police officer who helped the suspect to relieve his boredom.

The other party didn't even look like a police officer, but a thin woman.

The woman was standing outside the fence, but her back was facing me, lowering her head, and swaying in place.

The detention room is also divided into male and female roles. How could a woman in casual clothes appear here in the middle of the night?

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Could it be that this woman is not a human?

But it is not logical to say that she is a ghostly evil spirit. The detention room is protected by Haozheng Gangqi. Unless many vicious serious offenders are detained at the same time, the situation will not be changed easily, and ordinary ghosts cannot enter.

Although my backpack is not around now, I don’t feel too scared. After all, ‘The Night Attack of the Police Station in a Strong Ghost’ is just an absurd plot in a second-rate movie. I really don’t believe that there is any ghost that can do evil in the bureau.

The woman never looked back and didn't say anything, just stood there and swayed with one of her toes.

The key is that I can't see her face, but the more I look at her, the more I feel that her back is a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

I couldn't help but get up and took two steps forward, then took another step to the side, tilting my head to see clearly what the other person looked like.

But as I moved, the woman turned her body and still turned her back to me, as if she deliberately didn't want me to see her appearance.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, stared at her again, and finally woke up completely and tried to say:

"Do you think I can't recognize you if I don't look at my face? Don't be so naive, your hairstyle has betrayed you!"

The other party still didn't say anything, but his body twisted twice, and he looked a little disgusting and shy.

I felt confident and raised my voice in anger:

"Okay! Everyone says you have been exposed! Your head is like a mushroom, you seem to be the only one!"

"hey-hey……"

Amidst a whispering laugh, the other party finally turned around.

I was so amused and laughed at when I was facing her head.

This guy is really one of the three ghost messengers I know, and he is a bob head who has had a long time intersection with me!

"I really don't understand. You can be a ghost mess with your virtue? Are the yamen over there just making fun of it?"

I took a few steps back and sat back on the bed, "After all, I'm a friend. I'm here to quarrel with me to sleep in the middle of the night. Do you feel energetic?"

Bobo lowered his head, glanced at me slantedly, and finally spoke vaguely:

"I don't want to come to you either, but someone wants to see you. After thinking about it, I still feel that it is necessary for her to see you for the last time."

Bobotou suffered a miserable misfortune, and it was my own hand to ward off her. I had no disgust towards her, but instead felt a little relieved to see that the old friend was safe.

Although I don’t know why she was a ghost messenger, I find it strange to hear her say this.

I am a yingong, and to me, I am considered a "work object".

Of course, what the ghost messenger brought was not human.

I can't think of somebody who wants to see me, and I can also work as a referee from the underworld.

But then again, if there is no ghost messenger, ordinary ghosts will not be able to enter here.

"Who wants to see me?" I asked directly.

Bob blinked his head and waved to the side.

Next, I watched helplessly, a human figure slowly squeezed out from the opposite wall from the direction she waved her hand.

This is also a woman, not, to be precise, a female ghost.

She faced me, but like when I first saw Bob, I couldn't see her face.

Because, although she was facing me, she lowered her head and her hair was dripping, covering half of her face.

Not only that, her face was covered with a piece of yellow paper, the kind that was burned to death.

The woman was wearing a light green robe with a weird style, barefoot and two arms.

I can't identify her by her clothing and body shape.

"Who is she? Why are you looking for me?" I asked Bob with a squinted eye, "Why is she blocking her face?"

Bobo sighed, "She felt that she had no face to face you, so she deliberately picked up a piece of Ming paper to cover her face. However, if I ask me, she thought too much."

Then, she sighed at the female ghost who covered her face with her face, "Oh, I said, Xu Huo is quite good, you really don't have to harm yourself like this."

The more I heard her say, the more confused I am.

"There is no face to see people" itself is not difficult to understand. It is nothing more than just being embarrassed to show off after doing something that is despised.

But I don’t remember having a ghost who deviated from each other’s principles, and I didn’t even remember that I had a female ghost who had been abandoning each other at all.

At this time, Bobo coughed and said to the female ghost:

"Time is limited, so if you have anything to say, hurry up and say it."

The female ghost obviously hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

She only said the first sentence, and I was shocked like I was scattered by electricity.

The first sentence she said was only three words: Sorry.

Just these three words, I have recognized her identity.
Chapter completed!