Chapter 113 Chapter 42 Tang Yan's Mutation

A few people hurried downstairs, in order not to hit the wall in order to meet ghosts, Yin Hui specially took the money sword to open the way ahead. Fortunately, nothing happened all the way, and there was no danger in the car. The night is sultry, and the streets are bustling with activity. Migrant workers who have worked all day are starting to take a walk to buy vegetables to join in the fun. The small underground casino and the small alleys of Xiaoliu are all active. This seemingly peaceful place, no one of them would have thought Such a brutal murder happened. "It seems that this street will be difficult in the future." Yin Hui looked at the migrant workers with smiles on their vicissitudes and sighed.

"Yeah!" Conan Doyle slapped a haha!Short answer. "What time is it?" Yin Hui asked. With trembling hands, the scalpel took out a dilapidated pocket watch from his pocket. It was very dilapidated, the kind of pocket watch that could be regarded as an antique. "It's twenty-two o'clock." "En." Yin Hui replied, and then the car fell into silence for a while. Following this street, after turning a few more turns, we came to Conan Doyle's residence again. "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 the 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 has recovered from the tension just now. "Do you know why this building was abandoned?" The scalpel looked at Yin Hui calmly, and then continued to walk upwards. "Oh? What is it for?" "Because this building was burned in a fire, it was abandoned. And the ghosts here were all burned to death by the fire." "Burned to death by the fire?" Yin Hui took a breath: "Then these ghosts belong to wronged souls, and the resentment is particularly deep. Are you really not afraid that they will return to hurt you one day?"

"If we were afraid, we would have got rid of them a long time ago." Yellow Crane Tower took a puff of a cigarette, and the dots of stars were particularly dazzling in the darkness: "This place was originally a five-star hotel, and it used to be a five-star hotel. The people here are members of a tourist group, and they are all staying with a family of three. After death, they are unwilling to reincarnate, so they consciously stay. Without the worldly fame and fortune to disturb them, their lives are easier than others. Why do you still have such deep resentment?" Yin Hui smiled: "It seems that you have saved them!"

They didn't answer. Click, there was a sound in the middle of the night, and the hearts of several people suddenly warmed up, knowing that Conan Doyle opened the door. Entering the room and turning on the bright lights, Yin Hui didn't bother to use his yin and yang eyes anymore, out of sight and out of mind. Sitting on the sofa, he took out the old hat from his pocket and threw it on the table, then asked, "Is this hat from the Chinese Expeditionary Army? If that's the case, Old Zhao Tou and Yu Tianlai should also have a The same hat is right, and if they have it, then that would explain it."

Conan Doyle nodded and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, take 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 not to be moved under the bed by the ghost, Yin Hui took the initiative to make the floor. The next morning, when Yin Hui opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was a backache and back pain, and his head was a little dizzy. Hitting the floor is really not as comfortable as the legend says! He sighed and stood up, only to find that both of them had disappeared. In the living room, the three of them were having breakfast.

"How about Yin Hui, you slept comfortably last night!" "Well, it's okay!" Yin Hui nodded, resisting the soreness 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 Yin Hui to sit down and have breakfast. His stomach was already croaking with hunger, and Yin Hui sat on the sofa enjoying the fun of being a human being. He could imagine the envious looks of those ghosts watching the four of them having breakfast.After breakfast, Yin Hui went to the home of the old Zhao Tou, while Ke Daonan and the three of them divided their responsibilities and went to the homes of the other missing people to search for the same thing.

Because he was worried about Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, he called them as soon as he walked into the city. Of course, they called Ouyang Xue's home, and the two of them didn't know what to do with Ouyang Xue. After a brief busy tone, a gentle female voice came: "Hi, hello." "Tang Yan, is that you? I'm Yin Hui." Hearing this voice, Yin Hui felt so kind. "Yin Hui, where did you go and why did you disappear for so long?" Tang Yan's temper suddenly became irritable. "Tang Yan, listen to me, all this is for your own good." "Hmph! For my own good? For my good, you should stay with me all the time."

"Tang Yan, listen to me. Now we have encountered a very difficult problem. If we don't solve it in time, I'm afraid there will be even greater danger in the future. Listen, I don't want them to hurt you, because it will hurt you. life-threatening." "Threat to my life? Humph! You already knew it! Hahahaha!" Tang Yan on the other end of the phone suddenly heard a terrifying laugh: "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 cry of a scary woman came faintly from the other end of the phone. The voice was so miserable that it was depressing to hear.

"Tang Yan..." Yin Hui yelled miserably, then closed his eyes, and did not speak for a long time. "Yin Hui, I died so miserable! I died so miserable! Haha! Haha! Woohoo, hoooooo." The voice of wry smile came from the other end of the phone uninterruptedly, very miserable, Yin Hui's whole body All trembling. Suddenly, Yin Hui threw away the phone case, then frantically ran out of the phone booth, took a car and went straight to Ouyang Xue's residence and rushed there. Yin Hui kept calling Ouyang Xue's home with his mobile phone, but no one answered. , Yin Hui's heart was deadened, as if his only belief in living had also been lost.

What about Shen Feifei? Could it be that Shen Feifei and Tang Yan had the same accident? The more Yin Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong, and his heart was trembling wildly. He couldn't imagine how the rest of his life would be spent if the two girls died due to his own reasons. Half an hour in the car seemed like a century. When the car finally stopped, Yin Hui rushed out impatiently, and then got into Ouyang Xue's room. Unexpectedly, the room was not locked, and it opened with a slight push.An ominous premonition rose in Yin Hui's heart. "Tang Yan, Tang Yan?" Yin Hui's impatient and loud voice echoed in the room.But the only answer to him was the 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 answer. Yin Hui was like an ant on a hot pot, walking around in this huge villa, breaking into one room after another, but to his disappointment, he didn't see anyone. "Strange." Yin Huan took a breath, and then the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. "Could it be..." Yin Hui felt a pain in his heart like a needle prick. "Shen Feifei? Ouyang Xue?" After another yell and no answer, 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 kind. "Funeral parlor." Yin Hui replied anxiously. "The funeral home? The funeral home?" The driver was a little surprised. He couldn't imagine what this rich man would do in the funeral home. "What funeral home is there? The nearest funeral home." Yin Hui was so annoyed that he cursed. The driver turned his head away and ignored Yin Hui, but knowing that it was better not to provoke such a rich man, he hurriedly drove straight to the funeral parlor.