Compared with the road outside, Fourth Street is so deserted at night.

The streets were cold and bleak at night, and the dead leaves on the trees on the roadside were rustling by the wind, and thunder came faintly from the sky. It seemed that it would rain soon.

Thinking of the news just now, Lu Zhao subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly and walked faster.

However, things went against my wishes. With a shocking thunder, the raindrops as big as beans drizzled on the ground.

When Lu Zhao went out, he didn't have time to get an umbrella. In the rain, he ran all the way, wanting to return to the building as soon as possible.

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier. The rainwater poured into the sky hit the ground, the sand splashed, and the mist was so blurred that the fog made Lu Zhao almost unable to see the surrounding scene.

He ran all the way, but when he passed by a dark alley, Lu Zhao suddenly heard a slight movement coming from there.

Lu Zhao subconsciously stopped and looked to the direction to his right: there was a narrow and long dark alley, the width of the alley could only accommodate one person through, so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything.

The alley was filled with garbage, and the air was filled with disgusting and strange smell.

The raindrops slapped the garbage bag, making a crisp crackling sound, but what I just heard was not the sound.

Lu Zhao stood in the rain, his eyes locked in the alley ahead.

The rain mixed with the leaves residue and slowly flowed along the ground towards the sewer. At this moment, Lu Zhao suddenly discovered that there was a glaring scarlet red mixed in it.

"Save me..."

A faint cry for help penetrated into his ears, and it was the sound he heard just now.

Lu Zhao trembled and turned on the flashlight of the phone. In his sight, a woman in white covered in blood raised her head from the garbage dump.

Her clothes were covered in blood, her black hair was pressed against her face like seaweed, and her lips were frozen and purple.

Lu Zhao seemed to lose his voice, and the blood vessels in his brain seemed to burst, and his blood flowed backwards, even his muscles and bones were trembling.

Ten minutes ago, I saw photos of women on the news.

Sure enough, I saw the ghost again!

"It's so cold, it hurts...you can help me."

Under Lu Zhao's gaze, the woman slowly climbed to the middle of the road, and the rain washed away the blood from her broken leg.

"If you can provide clues about the murderer, I can convey it to the police. If you have any wishes, you can also tell me that I will do my best to help you." Lu Zhao took a deep breath.

The rain flowed into his eyes, and Lu Zhao rubbed it uncomfortable. When he opened his eyes again, the woman who was originally three meters away from him suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lightning flashed across the surroundings as bright as daylight. The woman slowly raised her head, and her face suddenly turned into a paste grayish gray.

"Give me your body!"

At this moment, the woman's eyes were completely replaced by pitch black, and the vicious aura emanated from her body made Lu Zhao feel cold all over her body.

Although he was an innocent victim during his lifetime, the woman had become an evil spirit after her death!

While realizing the danger, Lu Zhao kept retreating and took out the yellow talisman from his pocket. However, under the erosion of the heavy rain, the yellow talisman had failed, and the cinnabar dyed his palms red. At first glance, it was as shocking as the blood under the woman.

Lu Zhao ran wildly, watching the female ghost crawling on the ground, like a gecko with a broken tail, crawling towards him at an extremely fast speed. At the critical moment, Lu Zhao suddenly discovered that the jade ring on the ring finger of his right hand emitted a bright red light.

While the red light came up, the female ghost's body shook violently as if it was electrocuted. She gradually slowed down and kept a distance of less than one meter from Lu Zhao.

The other party raised his head as stiff as a mechanical one, and under the black hair on his face, revealing his eyes full of resentment and reluctance.

Lu Zhao did not dare to stay for a long time and fled back to the building faster.

He returned home in a mess, and turned around and locked the door immediately.

Lu Zhao touched the ring on his right hand with lingering fear, knowing that it must be Meng Qitong who saved him just now.

"Are you right? Thank you so much just now..." Lu Zhao turned the ring, looking forward to the other party's response.

However, five minutes passed, and Meng Qitong still did not appear.

He was already wet all over, and the rain was flowing along his trouser legs and the flowing floor was everywhere. Lu Zhao thought about it, but he took off his ring and went back to the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming out of the bathroom, looking at the ring on the table, Lu Zhao, who calmed down, opened the notebook on the table and began to search for clues about Meng Qitong and Belle Ballroom on the Internet.

The Belle Ballroom where Meng Qitong worked during her lifetime was once one of the largest dance halls in Hong Kong in the 1960s.

Founder Zhao Chongzong jointly opened the dance hall with his friends in 1965 and did not close until 1997. Information shows that the dance hall was so large that the total number of dancers alone had exceeded 200, making it the well-deserved "Belle".

Regarding the founder Zhao Chongzong, information shows that he entered the entertainment, catering and real estate industries almost at the same time in the 1960s. He is a well-known Hong Kong industrialist and chairman of Yinrui Finance Group. However, this person had already passed away in 2003. Now all of his industries are managed by Changsun Zhao Linjun and his wife.

Not only that, in the early 1960s, singing in Belle Ballroom cost 8 US dollars, which was four times that of other nightclubs. The two-hour spending there was almost the monthly salary of an ordinary person at that time.

So most of the people who could enter and exit the Belle Ballroom at that time were powerful people from the upper class.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao couldn't help but feel a headache: a wealthy man with a prominent background like Zhao Linjun can't get in touch with ordinary people like him.

What's even more strange is that according to Meng Qitong's self-report, Lu Zhao did not find any information about the dancer called "Qi Meng" online.

In theory, Meng Qitong's beauty should have been a famous socialite in that era. Now all the signs show that as I had speculated at the beginning, all traces of Meng Qitong's existence were deliberately erased, as if they had never existed.

What's even more troublesome is that after her death, Meng Qitong almost lost all her memories of Belle Dance Hall and subsequent memories. Apart from the memories related to her grandfather, she could not even remember who she had contacted during her lifetime.

It is harder to investigate the founder, including those who have had an intersection with Meng Qitong, and find the murderer who killed Meng Qitong.

But even if there is little hope, he must keep track of it.

After all, my grandfather was involved in this unpredictable disaster, and his uncle, father, and brother were all victims.

Now Lu Zhao has fully realized the terribleness of the curse. If it weren't for Meng Qitong's protection, he would have been killed by the evil spirit just now.

"Is this glowing thing a TV set? Why do there are texts inside?"

While Lu Zhao was staring at the computer, a woman's voice suddenly came from his ears.

Meng Qitong stood beside her with a calm face. She bent over and stared at the computer screen. Her beautiful and pale face was less than twenty centimeters away from her.

Although the other party's appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, for Lu Zhao, who had just escaped from death, this movement really scared him very much.

"You... can you come out?"

Lu Zhao stood up suddenly, patted his chest with lingering fear, and stuttered when he spoke.

Lu Zhao thought Meng Qitong only had a part of the breath attached to the ring, but she never thought that she could appear like Lin Yue'e in a complete spirit body.

"Sorry, I forgot to say hello to you. Because I have never tried to separate my consciousness, I have been attached to the ring in a sleepy state before, and I have only been fully adapted to it now. However, I can still feel the breath around you. Where did you go just now? Why did such heavy yin energy appear around you?"
Chapter completed!