Chapter 申爱薇

"Shen Aiwei." Jiao Tailang, who was kneeling beside him, frowned.

It was obviously two people's names, probably a couple.

The man's surname was Shen, and the woman's name was Wei.

"A love killing?" Hua Luo lowered his voice. "Could it be that this woman named Song Xiaoyou stole Wei's boyfriend, Shen, and then Wei committed suicide and turned into a ghost to seek revenge?"

This was a highly probable guess.

Jiao Tailang stood up while sizing up his surroundings. Standing here, he always felt like someone was hiding somewhere, spying on him.

"Take the ring and leave first," Jiao Tailang said. "We'll talk about it when we get back."

......

"Doctor." Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng expectantly, swallowing his saliva. "Eat slower, can you leave a few for me?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"No." Jiang Cheng threw away a shrimp shell and looked at Fatty, exhaling a breath. He said earnestly, "Fatty, eating this stuff is bad for your health."

"Besides... this really doesn't taste good." After saying that, Jiang Cheng slurped loudly, sucking the juice off his fingers.

Fatty: "......"

"This is a nightmare, not reality," Fatty muttered unwillingly. Moreover, this was his room.

Half an hour ago, the doctor had rummaged through the bottom of the refrigerator and found a box of spicy crayfish. Then his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to heat up the crayfish, and asked Fatty to cook two servings of instant noodles.

He specifically emphasized that they had to be cooked, not soaked, saying that soaked ones didn't taste good.

Fatty poked at the noodles with a fork, staring at the crayfish in front of the doctor, his expression extremely mournful.

A burst of rapid telephone ringing interrupted this harmonious scene.

"Doctor," Fatty said in surprise, "the phone is ringing."

Each room here was equipped with a landline phone, and a phone book was thoughtfully provided next to the landline, with a pencil sharpened to a small stub clipped inside.

The phone book recorded the phone numbers of all 12 rooms, which was very considerate.

Pulling out two tissues to wipe his hands, Jiang Cheng trotted over. The number displayed on the screen was for room 404 in Building 2.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and called Fatty over to answer the phone.

A moment later, Jiao Tailang's voice came from the other end. "Mr. Jiang." The other party's voice sounded a little strange, as if he was worried about something. "Didn't you go out to look for clues?"

In this instance, Fatty was still using the alias Jiang Fugui, and his identity was a non-orphan truck driver.

Fatty looked at the doctor, who gestured to him.

"I'm not feeling well, I have a headache," Fatty said. "I didn't rest well last night, so I came back to catch up on sleep."

"You're not with Chu Jiu and Xu Yi?" The other party sounded relieved.

Fatty followed the doctor's instructions and replied, "No, I'm alone in the room. They... they all went out to look for clues."

"Hoo—" Jiao Tailang's breathing suddenly became rapid. "Mr. Jiang, listen to me now. We just went to a shopping mall, the place where the ghost in my room worked before she died. We... we saw her. Her name is Song Xiaoyou. She disguised herself as the store owner and tricked us, and then killed Yulan."

"We found a ring on Yulan's body, and after returning, we discovered clues in the room through some information on the ring."

Jiao Tailang spoke very quickly, as if someone was urging him from behind. He said excitedly, "Listen to me, Mr. Jiang. We found the order in which the ghosts in several rooms were killed."

"Yulan shouldn't have been the first to die. The first to have an accident should be Building 1! Room 707 in Building 1!"

"707?" Fatty's voice changed.

"Yes, it's 707," Jiao Tailang said. "It's Chu Jiu! Chu Jiu is already dead, she's a ghost! A ghost!"

A chill surged from his heart. Fatty looked at the doctor and found that the latter's eyes were constantly flashing with light. The doctor's reasoning... had indeed come true.

"Whatever you do, don't leave the room!" Jiao Tailang said. "I'm going to take the evidence to you now. Wan Yuanning and Hua Luo have already gone to notify the others."

"Okay," Fatty nodded repeatedly. "Then be careful."

"Write down this number, we got two cell phones. This one is mine, so we can contact each other."

Fatty picked up his chubby hand and wrote down a string of numbers in the notebook. After confirming with Jiao Tailang that it was correct, he hung up the phone.

"Doctor," Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, his tone barely suppressing his panic. "You were right, that Chu Jiu... Chu Jiu is a ghost!"

"Maybe... maybe Xu Yi is already dead too."

This also explained why so many people encountered ghosts on the first day, but no one died.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, then turned to Fatty and said, "Don't panic. They're not here with us, what are you panicking about?"

"But I feel like they're coming back soon," Fatty said softly, while also looking at the door, as if afraid that Xu Yi or Chu Jiu's voice would suddenly sound from behind the door.

According to the information revealed by Jiao Tailang, the people in Building 2 had confirmed the identity of the ghost, which was the one in Jiao Tailang's room.

The ghost's name was Song Xiaoyou, and she used to work in a shopping mall.

The price was that Yulan died.

Just as Fatty couldn't help but was about to speak again.

There was a sound at the door.

"Knock, knock, knock." Although the knocking was relatively light, it was very urgent. It seemed that the person didn't want to make too much noise, but couldn't suppress the anxiety in their heart.

"Mr. Jiang," there was a very soft call from outside the door.

It was Jiao Tailang!

Standing up, Fatty was about to open the door immediately.

But what he didn't expect was that someone was faster than him, pulling him back and covering his mouth.

Jiang Cheng stared at the door, his brows furrowing slightly.

Fatty immediately quieted down, his pair of confused eyes looking at the doctor from time to time, and at the door from time to time.

Jiang Cheng turned to look at the phone, and after a moment, his face turned gloomy.

The Jiao Tailang outside the door seemed very anxious, and said in a low voice towards the door, "Mr. Jiang, it's me, Jiao Tailang, please open the door quickly."

"It'll be terrible if Chu Jiu and Xu Yi come back in a while!"

"Can you hear me?" Jiao Tailang said urgently, "Mr. Jiang, please open the door!"

His last tone even carried some pleading.

Immediately afterwards, the phone rang. This was very sudden, scaring the Fatty, who was highly focused, into a shiver.

Staring at the number displayed on the screen, Fatty slowly realized that something was wrong.

A few seconds later, the sound outside the door stopped abruptly, and the phone call also disappeared, replaced by a long and indistinct rubbing sound.

It was as if someone was walking in the corridor without lifting their feet.

Moreover... extremely unwillingly.

Fatty could even imagine the other person looking back every few steps.

Fortunately, the footsteps grew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, until there was no sound at all, Fatty asked Jiang Cheng in a very, very small voice, "Doctor." He mouthed the words, his face twisted together, almost crying. "How did you... how did you see through it?"