After Lu Zhao returned to the building, he finally waited for Zhou Ailing. Uncle Zhong found the key to the 05th household. After opening the door, a faint smell of gray soil came to his face.

The room was empty, with dark lights reflecting the yellow walls around it, and the iron fan on the top of the wall was covered with spider webs; except for a table and three chairs, there were only a handful of pieces of furniture.

"Mom, I'm back." Zhou Ailing walked into the living room with tears in her eyes. The scene of the three of her family living together in the past came to her heart. She put the prepared brazier on the ground, lit the yellow paper, and called Lin Yue'e.

Uncle Zhong sighed, followed him to help, threw the paper money ingots into the basin, and murmured: "Ayue, so many years have passed, your daughter has finally come back to see you, and you can leave with peace of mind."

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was ignorant at that time..."

Zhou Ailing wiped her tears and talked about her affairs over the years, but she didn't know that at this moment, Lin Yue'e's transparent figure appeared behind her.

When Lu Zhao saw this scene, he was about to speak, but he saw Lin Yue'e shook her head gently.

Lin Yue'e is no longer as terrifying as before; she is holding her hair bun, her expression is calm and peaceful, and when she smiles, Lu Zhao reminds her mother.

Lin Yue'e bowed deeply to Lu Zhao, and under Lu Zhao's gaze, her figure became more transparent.

He looked at Zhou Ailing with a kind smile, and a line of tears slowly slid down the corners of Lin Yue'e's eyes. Finally, Lin Yue'e turned into fireflies and floated out the window.

Only by letting go of your obsession can you be free.

This was the most comfortable night Lu Zhao had ever slept since he came to Hong Kong. In his dream, he came to that familiar room again.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass windows in the open living room, and the record machine is filled with lazy and affectionate singing. The evening breeze blows by, swaying slightly in the red curtains in the house.

The old fan above the head slowly rotated and creaked, making the whole room surprisingly quiet.

"I'm here, where are you?" Lu Zhao searched for the other party's traces everywhere and slowly came to the door of the bedroom.

When I opened the door, no woman in red appeared in front of the dressing table.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of intermittent footsteps. Before he could turn around, a sharp long knife suddenly penetrated his chest.

"Dadada..."

Blood kept dripping along the tip of the knife. Lu Zhao lowered his head in disbelief. The next second, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

What came from my ear was the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor. My eyes gradually dissipated and my vision became blurry. Lu Zhao fell in a pool of blood and saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes parked in front of him.

A wooden tool box appeared in his sight, and the man slowly opened the box with a pair of white gloves.

There are more than a dozen scalpels with different sizes and flashing cold light inside.

...

Lu Zhao opened his eyes again and found that the room had once again recovered from its gloomy and decay. The dark green wallpaper had already started to rot and smelly in a humid environment all year round, and half of it was torn off were posted on the wall.

Through the curtain, he saw the red candle on the dressing table emitting a faint light in the darkness. The woman in red turned her back to her and said quietly: "What you just saw was what I had before my death."

Lu Zhao was panting, and before he could recover from the illusion just now, he clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and his stomach could not stop turning sour water outward.

After being attacked, the woman did not completely die. Until her death, her mind remained awake: the murderer not only cruelly removed her organs, but also stripped off a large piece of skin on her back.

Before leaving, the murderer burned the room with a big fire.

Although he did not see the other person's face clearly, Lu Zhao was sure that the man was definitely not his grandfather. Grandpa was a left-handed man, but the other party held a knife in his right hand.

In other words, the culprit of the fire fifty years ago is indeed another person.

"I was a dancer before my death, with my stage name Qimeng and my real name Meng Qitong. I was born on March 24, 1947 and died on August 1, 1968."

A white jade slender hand lifted the curtain, and the woman was wearing a red cheongsam, as if she was in the smoke and mist. Lu Zhao did not expect that the woman was only 21 years old when she died.

She had long hair loose, her slender eyebrows were frowning lightly, and her eyes were filled with coldness. A beauty mole at the corner of her eyes made it look extremely beautiful and cold, but there was a layer of blood missing between her skin, which looked extremely pale.

However, when she met her sight, Lu Zhao was not surprised at all, and she felt a bone-broken chill.

Looking back at the scene just now, when he fell down, Lu Zhao saw the woman's appearance through the dressing mirror. She was originally wearing a snow-white plain cheongsam, but she was stained with blood and red.

He was tortured to death in the interweaving of pain and fear, and then burned the house after death... Although it was only a moment, Lu Zhao felt her monstrous anger and resentment.

"I have appeared in your dreams over the years. First, I hope you can help find the real murderer who killed me back then, and second, I help me get rid of it and leave here."

Meng Qitong looked around and said, "That man took my skin and used evil magic to imprison my soul here, making it difficult for me to move forward and never be able to reincarnate. Now, only you can help me."

"I sympathize with your experience and want me to help. But you must tell me first, is this related to my grandfather? Do you know him?" Lu Zhao said anxiously: "Why did he die inexplicably not long after he left here? Who killed my grandfather...?"

"I do know Lu Jie. Back then, he was the only friend I trusted."

Meng Qitong said: "I was poor during my lifetime and my parents died early. When I was sixteen, I danced in the Belle Dance Hall to make a living. As for your grandfather, he was a bartender at that time. When I was harassed by some drunken guests, he always stood up to help me."

After hearing her say this, Lu Zhao couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Although her grandmother was also a pretty beauty when she was young, she was far less beautiful than Meng Qitong. Now when she heard that, she didn't expect that the other party had such a relationship with her grandfather. The two had known each other for a long time and lived on the same floor of the building. Is there any other relationship between her and her grandfather?

"Your grandpa is a good person. He always treats me like a sister. I respect each other and never exceed the rules. The rent of this building is low and close to the dance hall. Back then, many employees working there lived here."

Meng Qitong seemed to see through Lu Zhao's thoughts and said, "Later, he met and fell in love with Suqin, and often talked about these things to me. At that time, I was one of the best socialites in the dance hall. I was always busy with social engagements and never had time to spare. I only met your grandmother a few times."

Although she had not had time to find her grandma to confirm, Lu Zhao could feel that she was not lying.

"That fire was released by the murderer after he killed you."

Lu Zhao speculated: "In your memory, I saw that you were killed in the evening. But I checked the Internet. At 1:30 am on August 1, 1968, the building suddenly caught fire. Because it was late at night, many people had no time to escape in their sleep, so the fire burned more than 40 people to death."

He paused and continued, "It can be seen that the murderer did not rush to leave after the murder, but calmly dealt with the scene and set fire late at night. This was a long-planned massacre: this fire was not only to destroy the corpse. Because there were not only ordinary residents among the victims of the building, but also the staff who worked in the dance hall back then."

Meng Qitong said nothing and nodded slightly to express her agreement.

"It is obvious that in the 1960s, the murderer was not an ordinary person. His identity must be very special and he did not want to be recognized, so he silenced the other people. Miss Meng, did you offend some powerful people when you were in the karaoke hall before, or did you have some of their handles?" Lu Zhao asked carefully.

However, Meng Qitong frowned, and she rubbed her forehead in pain, saying that whenever she recalled the past, she would feel unbearable headaches and seemed to have lost a memory.
Chapter completed!