"I only have one question." Lu Yi said slowly.
"How do you know so many details?"
Tang Xiaotian was stunned, but he didn't expect that such an ungrounded master like Lu Yi could think of asking this question. thing.
Tang Xiaotian laughed and thought,
"In general criminal investigation dramas and suspense movies, don't they have someone who is responsible for explaining the background of the story? For example, the housekeeper, Yuan Fang, etc. Or something, I thought I was in charge of this."
Lu Yi looked even more confused,
"What is a criminal investigation drama..."
Tang Xiaotian almost got stuck in the middle of his laughter.
"Huh? You haven't seen it? The Song Dynasty's Prosecution Officer? Young Bao Qingtian? Forensic Pioneer?"
Lu Yi frowned, as if he didn't know that Tang Xiaotian was suddenly pursuing the investigation Something unimportant.
Tang Xiaotian was about to ask, but suddenly he shut his mouth tightly.
Lu Yi's question has not been answered yet, but he knows the reason for Tang Xiaotian's sudden change of expression.
In this empty and decaying unfinished building, a dead silence enveloped the surroundings.
However, in the silence, there was suddenly a faint cry of a child.
The crying sound seemed to come from a distant place, intermittently and intermittently.
The cry seemed a bit dull. It seemed that the child remembered to cover his mouth and not cry too loudly when he was sad.
This kind of contradictory emotional expression makes the cry even more aggrieved and pitiful.
Tang Xiaotian remembered that he came here to find a child, but as he had just seen a child ghost, he was very cautious and turned to look at Lu Yi.
The look in his eyes was asking for advice.
Lu Yi shook his head gently.
Unfortunately, not a living person.
Tang Xiaotian pursed his lips.
To Lu Yi's surprise, after hesitating for a moment, Tang Xiaotian mustered up his courage, followed the cry, and took a few steps forward.
Lu Yi was sighing in his heart, Tang Xiaotian still had a strong sense of justice. Even though he knew it was a ghost, he still wanted to ask the child why he was crying.
Seeing Tang Xiaotian's tall and majestic figure walking forward, he paused for a moment, then turned around, with a grimace on his face, and cupped his hands at Lu Yigong.
His face was wrinkled with fear.
Lu Yi couldn't help laughing, but still followed him.
Tang Xiaotian also made Tang Xiaotian laugh at the barrage, rolling with joy.
[This strong man is not as courageous as our sister Duan]
[He is a living person. It is normal to be afraid of ghosts. Our sister Duan is also a ghost and is afraid of ghosts. Why? 】
【Laughing to death, are you too timid to explore a haunted place with level 4 difficulty? 】
[Don’t mention it, although I am timid, I still went up when I heard the child cry, so I can be considered a good human being]
[Although, Lu Shen really didn’t care about the live broadcast at all...]
[Does he never take his mobile phone with him when he goes out? Although Lu Shen looks young, he really looks like an old man]
The cry came from the corner where the waist-high little girl disappeared just now.
Knowing that Lu Yi was behind him, Tang Xiaotian felt more at ease and gradually became more courageous.
He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then slowly walked to the turning point.
In the dark corridor, there was an old and decaying atmosphere. Tang Xiaotian walked carefully, with every step being extremely cautious.
Just when the two of them were about to turn the corner at the same time, Tang Xiaotian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He didn't know what would happen next, but there was an inexplicable sense of anticipation and tension deep in his heart.
However, the moment they actually turned the corner,
the sight in front of them surprised Tang Xiaotian.
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The originally dilapidated building miraculously turned into an ordinary corridor full of traces of life.
This is an all-too-common residential building, using a prefabricated brick-concrete structure, with one staircase and two households, and the stairwell is dark and damp.
This seems to be an old residential building with narrow and steep stairs.
There are all kinds of debris piled up in the corridor, including old cardboard boxes, discarded furniture, and several messy shoe cabinets.
The door is covered with faded Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters. These once bright red colors have become dim with the passage of time. Some Spring Festival couplets are torn and incomplete, the characters "Fu" are no longer brand new, and the gold on them has peeled off.
Although the corridor in front of you is a bit old and dilapidated, it clearly looks like it has been inhabited all year round.
Tang Xiaotian was startled and was about to turn around and retreat, but was stopped by Lu Yi behind him.
Lu Yi shook his head gently and motioned to Tang Xiaotian to continue moving forward.
Tang Xiaotian had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.
He carefully stepped onto the corridor in front of him, which was obviously not supposed to be in an unfinished building. His steps were as light as if he were afraid of waking something.
Tang Xiaotian felt that the atmosphere around him was becoming more and more depressing. There was a faint musty smell in the corridor, and the walls were covered with mottled marks.
Lu Yi was following so closely just now because he felt the spiritual energy fluctuation here.
Lu Yi knew that there was a drama going on behind the wall. He was worried that Tang Xiaotian would face it alone if he was too far away, so he followed Tang Xiaotian almost step by step.
The big Buddha in this building wants to give himselfShow something.
Just like at the Victoria Theater, Liu Xiaowei showed up in order to lure herself and Lu Xiaohong to the theater to watch the play about the swan being bullied to death that had been choreographed for 20 years after Liu Xiaowei's death. stage play.
This is probably what Lu Yi said when she met Lu Xiaohong for the first time.
The field of resentment.
On the corridor in front of me, there was a window with a stainless steel anti-theft window.
The building with the old structure was not like today's commercial housing.
Some buildings with poor layouts and relatively cramped buildings do have some windows opening on the corridors. Some of these windows are for the kitchen and some for the second bedroom.
In the window is the family's kitchen.
Tang Xiaotian looked in through the gap in the stainless steel security window.
I saw a thin little girl curled up in the kitchen.
Looking at the clothes, it was the figure that Tang Xiaotian saw fleetingly around the corner just now.
If Tang Xiaotian hadn't known that he was in an unfinished building, this scene shouldn't have happened here at all. I'm afraid Tang Xiaotian would have gone up to ask immediately.
Because in this kitchen, in addition to this girl who is almost as thin as a kitten, there is also a pressure cooker simmering on the stove over low heat, and pressure steam is coming out of the pot.
With the steam coming out of the pressure cooker, the entire kitchen is filled with the aroma of braised pork.
The aroma of braised pork is very overbearing, like an overbearing and rich tornado, violently overflowing from the window.
Its unique fragrance, with a hint of sweetness, blends with the mellow meaty aroma, like an alluring spell that is irresistible. Every scent seems to carry a hook.
However, Tang Xiaotian didn't care about the aroma of braised pork. He stared at the little girl on the ground.
There was already some anger in his eyes.
The single-family areas of old residential buildings are generally very small, especially the kitchens.
The kitchen in front of me is only about three or four square meters, and it is difficult for two adults to stand and turn around.
On the ground were two "small beds" made of cardboard.
The girl was curled up on this "little bed".
She desperately curled up into a small ball and squeezed her stomach hard, as if this could relieve some hunger.
Her hair had a yellowish air caused by malnutrition.
Because they huddled together so hard, the spine and ribs on her back could even be seen through the tattered and thin clothes.
Skinny and skinny, shocking!