Ling Huaan pointed to the place where the resentment was entangled, and asked, "Zhang Mian, is there a path here?"
Zhang Mian looked at it and said, "Yes, there is indeed a small road here. To be precise, it should be an alley."
"Let's go and follow me." Ling Huaan turned around and walked into the alley with a cane.
Zhang Mian hurriedly stepped forward, took Ling Huaan's arm, and took the belt towards the middle of the alley, saying, "Mr. Ling, be careful, the alley is a cement road, and there are ditches dug on both sides."
With the help of Zhang Mian, Ling Huaan walked into the alley and came to the place where the grievances were. He paused, turned to look over, and said, "What is Zhang Mian's place here?"
"It's a family, and the place we are standing is facing the gate of his house."
"Look at the house number of this house, is it 32?"
Zhang Mian looked at the number plate on the wall and asked curiously, "Yes, it is indeed number 32. Mr. Ling, how did you know? Is this your friend's house?"
Before Ling Huaan could reply, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Who are you looking for?"
Hearing that the voice should be an old lady, Ling Huaan turned around and asked with a smile, "Auntie, is this Huang Aimin's house?"
The old lady looked at the two of them and said, "Yes, he's not at home, do you have anything to do with him?"
"Auntie, we are from a neighboring village. We used to go to his store to repair electrical appliances. This time, we came here to repair electrical appliances. It's just that his shop was not open, so we came to our house to look for it."
When the old lady heard this, her tone became more kind, and she said, "I see. He has something to do today, so he didn't open a shop. If you want to repair home appliances, you can come back tomorrow. Give him a call before you come, and you will save money. trip."
"What Auntie said is. It's mainly because I repaired home appliances a few times before. Every time the store was open, I didn't think about making a phone call." Ling Hua settled down, then said, "Listen to Auntie's tone, you and Master Huang are very close. familiar?"
"I'm a motherfucker. I live at the top of this alley. I'm tired of running all the way. Would you like to come home with me for a glass of water?"
Ling Huaan said politely, "Will that be too disturbing?"
"Don't bother, my wife has nothing to do with her anyway. You are my son's regular guests, so it's appropriate to entertain me. Let's go, let's go with me."
"Then thank you mom."
The old lady walked in front, Ling Huaan and Zhang Mian followed, he took out the bell from his pocket, chanted the incantation silently, let Lin Fanglu out, and whispered, "Go and see if there are any ghosts in the yard, and bring her here. ."
Lin Fanglu asked eagerly, "Mr. Ling, do you have any news about my daughter?"
"No, but the police are doing their best to investigate, I hope you can cooperate."
"It's been so long with no news, how do you guys do things? If there is something wrong with Miaomiao..." Lin Fanglu stared at Ling Huaan with blood-red eyes, her resentment was growing.
Ling Huaan stopped talking nonsense, put Lin Fanglu into the bell again, and whispered, "I will do my best to help you, but because you don't cooperate, I won't let you out in the future."
"Mr. Ling, are you talking to me?" Zhang Mian looked around and asked curiously.
"No." Ling Huaan released Ma Xiaohan and said, "Xiaohan, go inside to see if there are any ghosts. If there are ghosts, lead her to the innermost courtyard of the alley."
Ma Xiaohan looked at Huang Aimin's yard, nodded and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely complete the task."
Although Ling Huaan's voice was very low, Zhang Mian, who was walking beside him, could still hear clearly. He looked around again to make sure there was no one else. Thinking of the haunted hotel, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and whispered. Said, "Mr. Ling, who are you talking to?"
"I'm on the phone." Ling Huaan gave a rather perfunctory reason and changed the subject: "Are you there yet?"
Zhang Mian looked at Ling Huaan's earphones. Although he was a little suspicious, he didn't ask any further questions and said, "Here, the old lady is opening the door."
Hearing the sound of metal colliding, Ling Huaan guessed that the door of this house should be an old-fashioned door lock. There was a rumbling sound, which should be the sound of the metal door being pushed open.
The old lady turned to look at the two of them and said with a smile, "Come in, be careful of the threshold."
Ling Huaan entered the door with Zhang Mian's help, and then led the old lady to the living room. The living room is not small. Like ordinary people, the furniture is complete, but it is too messy. There is a pair of tableware and chopsticks on the coffee table. There is half a bowl of soup left in the bowl. Next to it is a plate of fried eggplants that have eaten half of it. There are still vegetable residues on the table. Next to the coffee table is an old-fashioned sofa. The original color of the sofa can no longer be seen. It is covered with a cloth with a blue pattern similar to a bed sheet. There were even a bunch of socks in the corner of the sofa.
The old lady said enthusiastically, "Sit on the sofa, and I'll pour water for you."
Looking at the messy environment in front of him, Zhang Mian frowned slightly, looked around, moved two benches, one for Ling Huaan and one for himself, smiled and said, "Aunt, the weather is good today, we are still in the yard to bask in the sun. Let's bask in the sun and chat."
"Alright. Then go to the yard, and I'll pour tea for you." It could be heard that the old lady was very hospitable.
The two sat down in the yard, Ling Huaan's eyes were always looking in the direction of Huang Aimin's house. A gust of gloomy wind blew, and Ma Xiaohan floated over quickly and said loudly, "Uncle, there is a ghost, she is here."
As soon as Ma Xiaohan finished speaking, a female ghost with blood-red eyes floated in in the direction of the door. He had a pale face, and was wearing red pajamas. There were obvious fingerprints on his neck. At a glance, he knew that he had been strangled to death. Ma Xiaohan quickly hid behind Ling Huaan, the female ghost looked over with blood-red eyes, gloomy and cold, without the slightest emotion.
The footsteps sounded, and the old lady came out carrying a chair with two cups of tea on it. Zhang Mian saw it, walked over quickly, and said, "Auntie, let me come."
The old lady didn't insist. Seeing Zhang Mian reaching out to pick it up, she handed over the chair and said, "My son bought this tea. You can't go wrong. You can try it."
"Thank you, Aunt, you are too kind." Zhang Mian put the chair next to Ling Hua'an, looked at the clean glass, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The appearance of the old lady caught the attention of the female ghost. The gloomy and cold eyes were dazed for a moment, and then drifted towards the old lady.
Seeing this, Ling Huaan stood up and stood in front of the old lady, forcing the female ghost to stop, and said, "Auntie, do you have a Band-Aid here? My shoes don't fit a bit, as if my toes are torn."
"Yes, you wait, I'll get it for you." The old lady turned around and entered the room again.
Ling Huaan turned to look at Zhang Mian, and said, "Zhang Mian, go and find the old lady."
Although Zhang Mian was a little strange, he didn't ask much, stood up and followed into the room.
Ling Huaan took out the bell, chanted the incantation silently, and took the female ghost in. Putting the bell in his pocket, Ling Huaan raised his voice and said, "Zhang Mian, I called from home just now, saying that something happened, and we have to go back immediately."
"Okay, come right away." Zhang Mian walked out quickly, followed by the old lady.
"Auntie, something happened at home, we have to go back immediately without delay, thank you for your tea."
The old lady waved her hand and said, "You take care of Aimin's business. It's me who should be thanked. If you don't talk about this, how are your feet? Why don't you wait until I find a Band-Aid and stick it on before you leave?"
"No, there is an urgent matter at home, then we will go first."
The two did not delay any longer, and after saying goodbye to the old lady, they left the village directly.
After leaving Xiaowangzhuang, Zhang Mian drove Ling Huaan back to the grocery store. After confirming that Ling Huaan had no other needs, Zhang Mian drove back to the company.
When the salesperson Pang Li saw Ling Huaan pushing the door, she quickly said hello, "Boss, you're back."
Ling Huaan nodded and asked, "Xiao Pang, what time is it?"
Pang Li looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "It's just five o'clock."
Ling Huaan thought about it and said, "You are busy, I'm going upstairs."
"Boss, let me take you upstairs." Pang Li took two steps forward and grabbed Ling Huaan's arm.
"Don't bother, I can do it myself." Ling Huaan gently broke free from Pang Li's pull, and went upstairs with a cane.
Pang Li is a newly recruited employee. The previous salesperson resigned and returned to her hometown. After getting along for a few days, Ling Huaan always felt that there was something wrong with this Pang Li, she was too enthusiastic for him, and she had physical contact with him from time to time, which made Ling Huaan a little disgusted, thinking about whether to change the salesperson.
On the second floor, Ling Huaan pushed open the door and walked in, looked at Ma Xiaohan and said, "Xiaohan, go down and look at the store, especially what Pang Li has done. If there is any abnormal behavior, let me know immediately. "
"Uncle, I'll go right now." After Ma Xiaohan finished speaking, he went out and went downstairs.
Ling Huaan changed into loose clothes, and fumbled to the bathroom. After a brief wash, he went to the kitchen. After a while, he put the fried pork ribs into the pressure cooker. After setting the time, Ling Huaan returned to the living room, lay on the sofa and took a nap. He was half asleep when he heard a sound at the door, and he instantly woke up.
The door opened and closed, and then there was another rustling sound, followed by light footsteps.
Seeing Ling Huaan lying on the sofa, Jiang Chengyan thought he was still sleeping, so he lightened his pace, only to find that he was awake when he got closer.
Walking to Ling Huaan and sitting down, Jiang Chengyan asked softly, "Huaan, did I wake you up?"
Ling Huaan sat up, his hands naturally wrapped around his waist, and said, "Yeah, I was having a spring dream, and at a critical moment, I was interrupted by Team Jiang."
"Chun Meng?" Jiang Chengyan looked at Ling Huaan dangerously and said, "Who is the protagonist of Chun Meng?"
"Guess." Ling Huaan smiled.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyan couldn't help laughing and said, "Can you guess me?"
"I guess Team Jiang would like to know." The smile in Ling Hua'an's eyes gradually deepened.
Jiang Chengyan also raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Then do you say it or not?"
"Okay, stop teasing you, let's talk about business."
Jiang Chengyan's eyes lit up and said, "Huaan, did you gain anything from your trip to Xiaowangzhuang this time?"
Ling Huaan nodded, took out the cow's tears, and said, "I found a grudge, and I want Team Jiang to help me identify her. Is she Zhang Cuilian?"
Jiang Chengyan dripped a tear from a cow, wiped it on his eyelids, and said, "Huaan, I'm ready."
Ling Huaan took out the bell and shook it. Between his lips parted, he had finished chanting the incantation. A female ghost surrounded by resentment appeared in front of the two of them out of thin air.