After seeing off Grandma Li, Lu Zhao sat alone in the living room, holding the black cat in a daze.

Grandma Li just said that the evil ghost who really wanted to kill her was not Lin Yue'e next door; and he had also checked information about 05 households before, and since the building was rebuilt, no record of the murder was found.

If this is the case, where does this evil ghost come from?

Grandma Li told herself that the 05 households were very resentful, and the talismans left by the landlord even confirmed that the evil ghost was in this room.

When he glanced at the wallpaper hidden by the ghost-exorcist curse, a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Lu Zhao's mind.

Could it be...

Just as he was thinking, he arrived quietly at midnight.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

Like last night, there was another knock on the door outside the corridor. When I heard the movement, the black cat in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, made a loud and sharp cry, and jumped down from Lu Zhao's arms.

Lu Zhaofang walked to the door lightly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and opened the cat's eyes. Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but get nervous.

Lu Zhao could feel his heart beating wildly and his throat became extremely dry, as if a cold snake was crawling along his back.

Outside the corridor, Lin Yue'e seemed to sense something and instantly raised her head. At this time, she had returned to her previous appearance: under her messy and scattered hair like seaweed, there was a terrifying face covered with dark red patches and a white complexion.

There was a trace of her index finger on her neck, and her mouth turned dark purple due to suffocation opened and opened. Judging from her mouth shape, she seemed to be talking about "mobile phone".

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry, I can't give you my phone." Lu Zhao said.

Although Uncle Zhong cheated on himself, some words did not lie: as the other party said, living people cannot lend things to the dead.

However, after being rejected by Lu Zhao, Lin Yue'e did not give up. She stretched out her hand, slowly clasped the door, and still silently repeated what she had just said.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao asked tentatively: "Do you want to contact your daughter Zhou Ailing?"

Combined with the past that Uncle Zhong told him before, Lin Yue'e was a cowardly woman during her lifetime. Even though she was abused by her husband for many domestic violence, she never thought of calling the police for help; and when she came to her house for help last night, she never mentioned this.

Grandma Li said that any soul that does not enter the cycle of reincarnation will definitely have some obsession in her heart.

This house has no good memories for Lin Yue'e, and she committed suicide in a mental hospital. Most places where souls appear are often places where they died before their lifetime.

But after Lin Yue'e's death, her soul returned to the building. She scared away many tenants over the years and remained in 05 households and refused to leave. The only reason that could explain Lin Yue'e's strange behavior was her daughter.

If he had not encountered any accidents or had any physical illness, Zhou Ailing should still be in the world and is over fifty years old.

Lu Zhao guessed that Lin Yue'e had been waiting for her to come home.

Sure enough, after hearing Lu Zhao say this, Lin Yue'e's movements immediately stopped. She looked at the cat's eyes blankly and nodded stiffly.

"Give me a day, and I will go to find your daughter tomorrow and let her come here to see you." Lu Zhao said.

"Thanks……"

A hoarse and obscure voice came in from outside the door intermittently. When Lu Zhao looked into the corridor again, Lin Yue'e's figure was gone.

Cold sweat flowed down Lu Zhao's forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his legs were weak and he almost couldn't stand firm.

Grandma Li's method did work. That night, there was no sound of chopping things next door again, but in her sleep, Lu Zhao could feel a black shadow appearing beside her bed.

But his eyelids were heavy and his body could not move at all. Lu Zhao felt so tight that his chest was almost breathless, and his back was already soaked in sweat.

This night was particularly long.

The next day, Lu Zhao recovered his consciousness in a daze and met a pair of golden pupils: the black cat jumped on him at some point.

Lu Zhao sat up and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. After washing up, he hurried downstairs.

At 8:30 in the morning, Uncle Zhong was wearing reading glasses and was reading newspapers in the security room. After hearing the footsteps outside, he looked up and saw that the person coming was Lu Zhao. Uncle Zhong smiled: "Congratulations, young man, it seems that you escaped without any danger."

Although he smiled kindly and kindly, in Lu Zhao's eyes, Uncle Zhong was an old fox with a clear understanding and pretending to be confused.

"This is thanks to you."

Lu Zhao sneered in his heart. Considering that his affairs had not been completely resolved, he still needed to consult with the other party, so he did not expose the window paper on his face:

"By the way, Uncle Zhong, I want to ask you something. You said yesterday that after the accident happened in the 05 households, Zhou Ailing was adopted by a relative in Kowloon, right? Have you ever contacted her over the years?"

Uncle Zhong seemed to have expected it. After hearing Lu Zhao's question, he squinted his eyes and thought for a few seconds, and said to him: "She has called me. I remember that she seems to have married a chef, and the couple still live in Kowloon. What's wrong?"

"Do you still have Zhou Ailing's phone number?" Lu Zhao said: "Lin Yue'e has been waiting for her for years."

"I see."

After hearing what Lu Zhao said, Uncle Zhong thought for a while: "I seem to have recorded her phone number in a notebook and have to go home to get it. Do you wait for me here for a while, or go up together?"

To Lu Zhao's surprise, Grandma Li repeatedly persuaded her that the fifth floor was very dangerous and she should not get close to her if she had nothing to do; but when she arrived at Uncle Zhong's side, the other party actually invited her to go with her.

From this point of view, perhaps the conflict between the two may have a certain connection with the woman in red on the fifth floor.

"Okay." Although I felt that Uncle Zhong seemed to have other intentions, I should refuse. But when I thought of the woman in red, Lu Zhao hesitated for a few seconds and agreed to the other party.

The elevator door opened and a gray cement wall appeared in front of me.

At first glance, the fifth floor is no different from the place where I live. Uncle Zhong lives in 02 households near the elevator. There are a lot of domestic garbage piled up at the corner of the stairs, and the walls are covered with unknown advertisements. What's even more strange is that the door of each household is filled with land gods.

The sharp-eyed Lu Zhao discovered again that there were only 7 rooms on each floor, whether it was 5A or 6th floor; but on the 5th floor, counting from 01st households, there were only 6 rooms.

"Uncle Zhong, why are there no 03 households here?"

When the other party was taking out the key, Lu Zhao looked at the next door of Uncle Zhong. He saw about ten meters away between households 02 and 04, and a gray wall in the middle, which looked particularly abrupt.

"I don't know very well, it was already like this when I came."

Uncle Zhong opened the door: "It's strange that the entire building has 7 floors. Except for the first floor, each floor has 7 households, with a total of 41 rooms. Only our fifth floor has one room missing."

"Oh..." Lu Zhao knew that Uncle Zhong had not told the truth, but did not continue to ask. Compared to Grandma Li, there seemed to be more mysteries in this old security guard.

He glanced at the 07th household at the end of the corridor, where his grandfather lived during his lifetime.

Uncle Zhong invited Lu Zhao, who was still dazed at the door, into the room. After walking to the living room, he pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down for a while, I'll go find something."

"OK."

Lu Zhao responded, intending to wait until the matter is over before asking Uncle Zhong about what he is doing here.

After entering the room, he looked around: Although the furniture in the room was old, it was cleaned up very neatly.

At first, Lu Zhao had doubted whether Uncle Zhong knew a lot of folk magic like Grandma Li, and his home was filled with yellow talismans, peach wood swords and other items to drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

However, Uncle Zhong’s home looks very normal, completely different from what he imagined.

There are some potted flowers and plants on the balcony, and a wooden lounge chair is placed. There are some posters of a sense of age on the walls around it, and some books and photos are also displayed on the bookcase.

At this moment, Lu Zhao stared at the walls of Uncle Zhong’s house, feeling very nervous: when he saw the gray wall just now, he intuition told him that the woman in red lived next to Uncle Zhong’s house during his lifetime.

It seems that after her death, all the information was deliberately destroyed; not only that, even her residence during her lifetime was sealed with cement. In the last century with a complex environment, it was not impossible to let a person disappear without realizing it. It is precisely because of this that I cannot find any clues about the woman in red on the Internet.

No wonder the woman in red wanted to dream for herself. Even if information dissemination was not developed in the 1960s, it would be impossible for such a sensational event as a house closure to be silently hidden from everyone.

There is only one reason that can be explained: behind this murder case, a certain force must be implicated. It would be impossible to do without financial power interference.
Chapter completed!