Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 15

After Bai Wuchang left, the theater staff came to them with two large trash cans: "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, we will start cleaning up the venue soon."

After leaving the movie theater, Jing Luo couldn't help asking: "The incense ash was in my bag just now, why hasn't it been affected?"

Song Yi: "Incense ashes are only useful if you sprinkle them on your body."

So, Grandma also sprinkled it on him at the time.

He wondered, "How did the incense ash in that house decrease?"

Song Yi smiled: "That stove is a magic weapon."

When he got home, Song Yi raised his hand and knocked on the stove twice.

The tightly closed incense burner clicked, and he opened the lid by himself. Jing Luo stared at it curiously. Before he had time to say anything, Song Yi suddenly passed his arms across his shoulders, and leaned forward, making a gesture of hugging. , the three-dimensional facial features were caught off guard before his eyes.

With a "wow", Song Yi unzipped the backpack on his back, took out the pack of incense ash, and immediately stood back.

It took Jing Luo a long time to recover from the action just now.

He glanced inside the incense burner, only to find that there was only a thin layer of incense ash left: "... so there are so many ghosts."

After mentioning this, he remembered that he had been a ghost teacher for a while, and he hadn't accomplished anything until now.

"Not many," Song Yi said, "There should be ghosts living in this building, who come to you every night."

"..."

Song Yi continued: "Maybe the incense ash has been used on it."

When pouring the incense ash into the stove, Jing Luo realized that the bag of incense ash could barely fill the stove.

He asked, "How much did the ash cost?"

"6000," Song Yi's expression remained unchanged, "She raised the price."

Wu Qi obviously calculated his salary, and the price increase just hit his salary line.

"..."

Jing Luo pursed his lips and thought for a long time before striding into the room.

Song Yi followed in and was about to close the door when Jing Luo stopped him. He put down his bag, grabbed a wooden chair in his hand, and said, "Let's go."

Song Yi asked, "Where are you going?"

Jing Luo said concisely: "Ghost hunting."

He frowned tightly, with a kind of tragic readiness to die heroically at any time.

Song Yi was slightly surprised, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

In fact, he also thought about cleaning up the building before, but when he thought of Jing Luo's reaction when he saw a ghost, he put this idea behind him.

There is a saying in the world - things that can be solved with money are nothing.

Mr. Song Yi, who earns 6000 a month, thinks this is reasonable.

Jing Luo continued: "... 6000 a month, too expensive."

He is not obsessed with money, and has never dreamed of being rich, but he still feels very distressed to spend 6000 for nothing every month.

And just letting that ghost stay in this building is not an option.

Before going out, Jing Luo swallowed and asked, "Should I call Hei Wuchang and ask her to help?"

Song Yi lowered the corners of his mouth and said, "No need, she's here to add to the chaos."

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, but this time when I walked out the door, I felt a little colder than when I just came back.

There are two families on the first floor of this apartment. The corridor is not long. There is an elevator in front of it and a safe passage next to it.

Jing Luo suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked, "How do we find it?"

"I have observed that the ash does not decrease during the day, which means it only comes out at night, so it must not be attached to anyone else." Song Yi took the wooden stool in his hand, put it aside, and continued. , "Discovering spirit bodies is the easiest skill for you."

Just as Jing Luo was about to ask what a simple method it was, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing goosebumps all over his body.

Looking in the direction of the wind, he found a water stain on the ground.

There is not much water, but it can be successfully connected into a route.

Something walked this way.

He looked at the closed door of the safety exit, and said, "...if I'm not mistaken, it should be over there."

There was an indistinct tremor in his voice, which Song Yi could hear clearly.

"You wait for me here." Song Yi said.

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment: "The door is closed, it may not be behind the door, it may be upstairs or downstairs, can you find it?"

Song Yi: "I'll go and have a look, come back if you're not behind the door."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jing Luo's reaction, he strode over.

The lights in the safe passage are voice-activated. When Song Yi opened the door, it was dark inside, coupled with the creaking of the door, it was inexplicably intrusive.

Song Yi disappeared behind the door.

After waiting for nearly 30 seconds without seeing him come out, Jing Luo frowned tightly and called out, "Song Yi?"

A silence.

Jing Luo licked his lips, walked over with trembling legs without much hesitation.

As soon as he walked to the door, the security door was pulled open again.

Song Yi poked his face out and said, "Come on, it's not here."

As soon as Jing Luo entered, he saw the water stains on the ground, intermittently extending upstairs.

He blurted out: "Upstairs."

Song Yi moved very quickly, turned around and went upstairs. He patted the wall with his palm and made two noises, but the voice-activated light upstairs never turned on.

At this moment, Jing Luo heard a faint cry.

He couldn't tell what the sound was, it was thin and weak.

"It's right there," he hurriedly called Song Yi to stop, and said anxiously, "Don't go there yet."

After Song Yi heard this, the movements of his feet became faster.

"You just stand there." After leaving these words, Song Yi went upstairs without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound from upstairs, as if something had been overturned, with echoes, especially scary in this quiet environment.

Jing Luo called Song Yi several times.

The light went out, Jing Luo stomped his foot, and the light turned on again, but Song Yi still didn't come down.

There was no movement upstairs.

Jing Luo bit his lower lip, clenched his fists, and ran up with determination.

After running a few steps, he stopped.

I saw Song Yi holding a big cardboard box in his hand and walking down the stairs slowly. The sound he heard just now should be made by this cardboard box.

Jing Luo hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

"Meow."

A scratching sound came from the cardboard box.

This is……

"cat?"

Song Yi walked to the bright place, but before Jing Luo had time to look in, there was another burst of yelling.

"Meow~" A cat stuck its head out of the cardboard box.

Jing Luo was stunned.

This cat... To be precise, it is this dead cat. It is completely skinny. Its hair is covered with dust, and its whole body is wet. It's even more exaggerated.

The most frightening thing was the scars on his body, one after another, criss-crossing.

On its neck, there is a small knife completely inserted into the throat.

When the cat saw it, its dull green eyes suddenly took on color—the color of hatred.

"Meow!" It screamed shrilly, jumping out and wanting to grab Jing Luo's face.

Song Yi just wanted to make a move, but Jing Luo in front of him was faster than him.

It's funny to say, this dead cat originally wanted to go up and hurt people, but Jing Luo firmly caught it in his hand like a pet cat.

The difference in the strength of creatures is so huge, even if the cat becomes a ghost, in Jing Luo's eyes, its strength is still not worth mentioning, and he easily restrained the cat's movements.

He stepped into the light and carefully brushed the cat's fur.

The scars inside were exposed in sight, and the scars were neat and neat, definitely not caused by cats playing around or accidentally.

is artificial.

The knife in its throat is a kitchen knife.

Song Yi was still holding the box, and said, "The knock on the door before was probably made by it with the wooden handle of the knife."

Jing Luo was silent at first, and there were many emotions in his eyes.

"In this apartment, someone is abusing cats."

His voice was low, and there was some uncontrollable anger.

It was rare to see Jing Luo get angry, and Song Yi paused when he took out his phone.

He was about to call Hei Wuchang when he saw Jing Luo striding down the stairs holding the struggling dead cat.

He put down his phone and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jing Luo didn't turn his head back: "See if I can help it pull out the knife."