The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Pretend to be a ghost No. 15 Days The woman on the dressing table

"Hey young man, the outer case is under this window, it's not there!" Auntie's voice came from the other side.

Jiang Yiming looked over subconsciously: "Okay, come right away."

He responded, and turned to look at the window.

The woman's face disappeared, and the tinted glass of the window looked blurry and dull.

Jiang Yiming withdrew his gaze, lowered his slightly long eyelashes, and straightened his lips thoughtfully.

"The air conditioner is here, and the case is under the window." The aunt pointed to Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming nodded slightly, pretending to look around the air conditioner.

"Don't you need to take it apart to see?" The aunt held a screwdriver in her hand and looked at Jiang Yiming worriedly.

"...No, I can tell where the problem is by listening to the sound inside it." Jiang Yiming politely declined the screwdriver in the aunt's hand, and said in a serious manner.

The aunt replied suspiciously.

Jiang Yiming took a look at the layout of the entire room, and then moved the fitting mirror facing the head of the bed and squeezed next to the air conditioner, and called it "not cooling well".

The mirror faces the head of the bed, taboo.

It is easy to collide with evil spirits, and it is also easy to startle people when they wake up at night.When a person is frightened, the primordial soul is in turmoil, which is most likely to attract unclean things.

"Auntie, can you give me a pen and paper? I'll write down the precautions. If there are any problems at that time, you can deal with them yourself first." Jiang Yiming asked.

"Oh, okay! The young man is handsome and careful, that's great." The aunt narrowed her eyes with joy when she heard this, and immediately went to get a pen and paper.

Jiang Yiming was writing on the table while the aunt went to the kitchen.

Just as no one was watching, Jiang Yiming closed his eyes and muttered softly: "If you accept the five Thunder God Generals and Dianzhuo Guanghua, you will save your life if you accept them. On the other hand, you will bind ghosts and subdue evil spirits, and everything will be destroyed. Let me live forever. Hurry up Like a law!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, with a solemn expression, and wrote on the white paper in one go.

Fu Cheng, the black ink showed a purple-gold dark light on the white paper, and the purple air came from the east, and then disappeared again.

Jiang Yiming folded the talisman paper into a small triangle bag and placed it in the dark in the corner of the bedside.

After finishing these, the aunt just came out of the kitchen and washed an apple for Jiang Yiming, "Thank you for your hard work, let's eat an apple."

"You're welcome." Jiang Yiming smiled, but didn't take it. He quickly changed the subject without embarrassing the other party. He asked, "Do you know who lives in the next door?"

He pointed in the direction of the woman he had just seen at the window.

When the aunt heard this, her face became a little unnatural. She shook her head, put down the apple and said, "We haven't talked to that family very much. I only met people inside when I opened the door to take out the trash. There are people in the room. It's a bad smell, it's so disgusting, I don't know how the people in that house can live."

"Did you see a man or a woman?" Jiang Yiming asked.

"Of course it's a man. He looks like a wild man with an unshaven beard. There was a sudden power outage that night, and we all ran out to ask about the situation, but he didn't come out. There were still candles in his house." The aunt said again.

"We are all talking about whether some fugitive escaped from the room next door to cover up people's eyes." The aunt covered her mouth with her hands and whispered, "The Fang family's daughter-in-law was still talking about it before, and in the middle of the night I heard the sound coming from that room." Some people are crying, you said infiltrating people or not? Could it be some kind of kidnapper who hid people in the house?"

Jiang Yiming smiled and didn't talk to her. The aunt's husband coughed and reprimanded lightly, "What are you talking about! He has lived here for three or four years, and the family is in business. He opened the milk tea shop downstairs."

The aunt covered her mouth and took a deep breath: "It's that expensive milk tea shop down there? A cup of cheap milk tea is my monthly salary! If you're so rich, why live with us..."

"The last time I met him, he even greeted me specifically, saying that the milk tea had been spoiled two days ago, and it had a strange smell. I'm sorry to disturb the neighbors. He's just a little unkempt, so don't talk to those people. A woman organizes a house."

"Oh..." The aunt curled her lips.

"Then I'll leave first. There's nothing wrong with the air conditioner. It's okay to leave it as I am now. The precautions are on the paper." Jiang Yiming walked to the door.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, young man, be careful when you go downstairs, the lights on our stairs are sometimes good and sometimes bad." The aunt took Jiang Yiming to the door and urged him enthusiastically.

She closed the door, went back to the house, and saw her wife rolled her eyes at her: "When you see a young handsome guy, you are very attentive."

"Otherwise, how could I catch up with you?" The aunt laughed and cursed, punched his wife with a loving old fist, and then looked at the precautions left by Jiang Yiming on the table.

There is only one line of vigorous words in the middle of the white paper: If there is a problem, force shutdown and restart

The aunt felt that this line of writing was quite deceiving, except that it was too beautiful to be written by a maintenance worker.

Jiang Yiming said that there are basically no problems that cannot be solved by restarting after a forced shutdown. If it is more serious, he cannot solve it.

Just like what the aunt said, the lights in their old building were indeed up and down. Jiang Yiming didn't take two steps, and the moment he reached the door next door, the lights in the corridor went out.

Jiang Yiming stopped, and there was a thin sound from the screen door on his right, like a woman's sobbing.

While Jiang Yiming hesitated, the screen door was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, opening a wide and narrow gap for a person, as if inviting Jiang Yiming to enter.

"It's too embarrassing to not enter." Jiang Yiming laughed to himself, and stepped through the door.

The sour smell that the aunt mentioned earlier has probably dissipated. There is no particularly strong sour smell in the room. Instead, there is a faint smell of food, as if someone had just cooked vegetables and stewed soup.

When Jiang Yiming walked into the room, the layout was almost exactly the same as that of the next door, but it obviously looked much empty, with scattered furniture.

More importantly, Jiang Yiming didn't see anyone.

It was as if the woman against the window he saw just now appeared out of thin air.

Jiang Yiming walked around the room, but found nothing. When he was about to leave while frowning, the sound of water suddenly came from the bathroom.

He pursed his lips, turned and walked to the bathroom.

The shower curtain was drawn tightly, and it was impossible to see the scene in the bathtub at all. The faucet of the sink was turned to the maximum water outlet, and the scalding hot water rushed down, quickly staining the mirror with a layer of white heat.

Jiang Yiming pinched a tissue and turned off the tap carefully.

The sound of the water didn't stop, he turned his gaze to the bathtub which was closed by the shower curtain, the sound of the water was rushing against the eardrums, but otherwise there was complete silence.

Jiang Yiming approached slowly, stretched his hand towards the shower curtain, hesitated for a few seconds, and then pulled it away abruptly.

The shower head was pouring scalding hot water, and there was no one in the bathtub, only a small earthen red earthen jar.

Jiang Yiming frowned, turned off the water, and looked at the earth-red crock, as if staring at some class enemy.

He squatted down and smelled the smell of food that he had smelled when he first entered the door, but now the smell was stronger and the target was clearer.

The lid fastened on the earthen jar was lifted, and the smell of meat was tangy.

Jiang Yiming looked inside, but the light was too dark to see anything clearly.

He found the switch of the heater and turned it on with a snap. The four little suns above his head were fully turned on, immediately lighting up the bathroom extremely brightly.

And Jiang Yiming also fully saw the contents of the crock.

He first saw an eyeball floating on the soup, and then saw a short hand in the tangled mass of flesh, with the palm facing up and the palm glowing purple.

Jiang Yiming felt a tumbling in his stomach, he put the lid back suddenly and got up quickly.

However, when he turned around, he was almost face to face with a woman.

This was the woman he had seen at the window before.

"This is my child, have you seen it?" The woman's face was infinitely enlarged in front of Jiang Yiming, her lips opened and closed, and a sour breath came out of her mouth, as if she hadn't brushed her teeth for three or four days same.

Jiang Yiming held his breath and didn't make a sound.

The woman walked around Jiang Yiming, bent down and picked up the earthen pot in the bathtub, her posture was as gentle as if she was holding a child.

"Are you Duan Fei's wife?"

The back of the woman holding the earthen pot paused, then turned around suddenly and looked at Jiang Yiming with fierce eyes.

"Don't mention him!"

Jiang Yiming took a step back vigilantly, but he didn't notice that the woman had any intention of attacking. He relaxed his shoulders slightly and said slowly, "Okay, don't mention him."

His eyes fell on the earthen jar in the woman's arms: "So you said this is your child? But it is in an earthen jar?"

Also was cooked.

Jiang Yiming smelled the smell of meat wafting in the air, and felt his throat dry and nauseated.

"I want to bring it back." The woman's eyes were firm and happy.

Jiang Yiming paused: "Did Qingwu tell you to do this?"

The woman touched her belly and nodded while holding the earthen pot: "He said he would bring my child back."

Jiang Yiming saw that the woman stayed here completely voluntarily, wearing a wrinkled and dirty dress, her hair was knotted in knots, black and oily, she looked extremely embarrassed—— But it is voluntary.

The woman walked out of the bathroom with the crock pot in her arms. She walked into the kitchen and pushed the refrigerator aside, revealing a doorway wide and narrow for one person. She bent down and walked in.

Jiang Yiming looked at the secret door hidden in the room in front of him in a little surprise, no wonder he didn't see anyone when he searched around just now.

He followed in without the slightest hesitation. The world inside the secret door was smaller, dirtier, and messier. The air was stuffy and filled with an unpleasant sour smell.

The woman put the crock on the table and stared at it without blinking.

Even if Jiang Yiming followed in without permission, she didn't say anything.

Jiang Yiming glanced around and saw a messy dressing table with many cosmetics and jewelry on it, but it seemed that no one had used it for a long time, and there was a thick layer of dust on the bottles and jars.

Jiang Yiming's curiosity was aroused. He remembered that the husband of the aunt next door had mentioned that this man had lived here for three or four years. Such a long time, such a dark room, was not necessarily for Duan Fei's wife. And prepared.

He raised his feet and walked towards the dressing table, but he didn't expect Duan Fei's wife to react greatly: "No! Don't go there! Qingwu will be angry!"

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows, so he had to go over.

He walked into the dressing table and looked closer. The most obvious thing was that there was a photo standing on the dressing table. The girl in the photo was still very young, probably only in her early 20s.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Suddenly, a man's voice came from the door, and Duan Fei's wife hugged the earthen pot tightly and shrank into a corner in fear.

Jiang Yiming looked over, nodded slightly and echoed, "Very beautiful."

Also very familiar.

When the TV station broadcast the case of sexual assault and anti-killing, the deceased was sexually assaulted with a mosaic, but the victim of self-defense was directly put on the news, and the girl was the person in the photo.

At the same time, Jiang Yiming remembered that when he was checking the old news, he saw the news broadcast back then, and the host of the broadcast was the current director Ma Guorong.