When I was still walking out, Xia Meng lingered behind me and said: "Beyond the innate nature, it is no wonder that Liangjie Hall has become famous in a short period of time. You..."

I heard Xia Mengying hesitate to speak, so I asked: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly. I like to be straightforward."

Xia Mengying said: "It's a bit early to tell now, let's wait until after the mission!"

When I turned around for no reason, I found that there was no surprise on Feng Ruoxing's face. Feng Ruoxing probably knew what Xia Mengying didn't say. I will ask Feng Ruoxing again when I have the chance.

What surprised me even more was that the smell of alcohol on Xia Mengying's body was completely eliminated in just a few steps. Moreover, I didn't see any signs of her using her skills to force herself to drink. The aura of Confucianism is not internal strength.

, but it has its own uniqueness.

Just from Xia Mengying's ability to dissolve alcohol, we can tell that her cultivation level is about the same as mine and Ye Yang's.

I drove the car out of Liangjietang calmly and said, "Xia Xia, is there anything weird about your colleague?"

"Other than being less talkative, I really don't notice any difference." Xia Mengying said: "My colleague's name is Du Fei. She is the kind of person who lives a very simple life. Going to and from work is probably her entire life."

"She basically doesn't attend gatherings between colleagues and rarely interacts with other colleagues. It took me a lot of effort to find out where she lives."

Xia Mengying asked me to drive into a residential complex: "Duffy should live in Unit 4, No. 16. The light above should be her home."

I followed Xia Mengying to the door of Du Fei's house, reached out and pressed the door: "No need to call the door, there is no one in the house. No one has even lived in this house."

The magician checks whether a house is inhabitable, not by whether there are lights, but by whether it is popular.

There is not even a trace of smoke and smoke in this house. Even if someone lives in it, they are dead.

Ye Yang took out a piece of wire from his backpack, inserted it into the keyhole and opened the door. Except for a white woven lamp and curtains, the room was nothing like a rough house.

any difference.

The gray walls in the house look extremely strange under the light. The empty house feels like it is waiting for someone to come over, adding a bit of popularity to the place.

Feng Ruoxing grabbed a handful of revealing powder from his backpack and sprinkled it on the ground, but there was no change on the ground.

If Du Fei is really a ghost, Feng Ruoxing's visible powder should be able to show the other party's footprints on the ground, or traces of someone's activities. It would be even more strange that there is nothing here.

Everyone in the art knows the saying that ghosts live in empty houses. Therefore, there are purification masters who specialize in cleaning empty houses.

Du Fei's house is not inhabited by humans or ghosts! It is inherently weird.

I walked around the room and then stood by the window and dialed Zhao Ci's phone: "Old Zhao, please check for me the specific location of Xia Xia's colleague Du Fei."

Zhao Ci immediately said: "After you left, I checked Du Fei's mobile phone number. There are two properties in her name. One is No. 16, Unit 4, xx Community. The other one is behind that community. You

You should be able to see it from the north window of No. 16."

I happened to be standing at the north window. When I opened the curtains, what I saw was an old-fashioned red brick building.

My eyes immediately fell on one of the unlit windows.

Although the red brick building was old, there was only one window without a light. Therefore, it looked extremely eye-catching.

When my eyes met the window, the curtains on the opposite side were also lifted by a woman in white pajamas. She lifted the curtains in exactly the same way as me, and she even had a phone in her hand.

If I weren't still talking to Zhao Ci, anyone who saw the two of us would think that we were looking at each other talking.

Many people think that it is impossible for people to see another face clearly from a distance of several hundred meters without using any tools. However, that is just a living person seeing a living person.

When a living person looks at a dead person, as long as the other person is willing, he can let you see his own appearance clearly, even if he is thousands of meters away.

I stared face to face with the other person, and then I saw the haggard face of the person clearly. The other person seemed to have not slept for several days, his face was pale, his eyes were black, and his hair was scratched and messed up.

group.

The other person's eyes just touched mine and then moved behind me. She was looking at the person behind me.

who?

Such a thought just flashed through my mind! The phone in my hand made a strange noise, and then a woman's cry of collapse came from the phone: "Xia Xia, you are here!

Don't come to me..."

"They forced me to write a story...I couldn't write it, I really couldn't write it..."

"They are all looking for me. They want to see the ending, but I don't know how to write it..."

"Don't go into that group, don't go in. There is no one alive in that group, and no one can survive. Don't go in, and don't come to me!"

Is that woman Duffy?
Chapter completed!