I'm the mayor of a simulated ghost city

In front of Room 1304, Lu Yao skillfully opened the door with the lock picking tool. Fortunately, there was no combination lock installed. If there was a combination lock, she really couldn't guarantee that she could pry the door open.

At this rate, should she consider learning how to open a door using a smart door lock?

"Click" the door lock was pried open by Lu Yao, and a stream of cold air came out from the gap in the door.

Lu Yao slowly pushed open the door and glanced at the elevator not far away before entering. There was a person lying between the elevator doors. It was Wang Tiehua.

This is why the elevator kept stopping on the 13th floor. It turned out that there was a person stuck in the middle. It's rare that there is something that can be explained scientifically in a haunted building.

Lu Yao didn't go over to check on Lihua's condition, but just took a quick look from a distance. She was still breathing, so she must have inhaled some gas and fell into a coma.

If what she expected was correct, Lihua had been targeted by the murderer without her knowing when, so when she was fleeing in a panic, she was left alone... and was killed!

"Forget it, let's ignore her for now." Officer Shen said it well. They do not support people who act bravely without being able to guarantee their own safety.

Well, Lu Yao did keep this in mind.

So Lu Yao walked into Room 1304, and then moved the table in the entrance hall directly against the door.

Then, Lu Yao came to the living room. She didn't turn on the light. Her eyes were enough to see everything clearly in the dark. She saw that room 1304 was filled with a bunch of old-fashioned furniture, and there were many lunch boxes on the ground.

The whole house can be described as smoky and foul.

Pinching his nose, Lu Yao looked around the living room, but there was nothing valuable. Then, Lu Yao saw a room, which was opposite to the study room of Room 1404 upstairs, where they played with the Ouija board.

Lu Yao groped his way into the room. Everywhere he looked was filled with cardboard boxes, with a faint smell of mold and blood.

Lu Yao's intuition told her that what she was looking for was inside.

Lu Yao took down a cardboard box and opened it. Inside was a pile of clothes, most of which were: "cosplay?"

It turned out that there were a lot of strange clothes in the box, including school uniforms, stewardess uniforms, nurse uniforms, bunny girl uniforms...

Lu Yao paused while pinching the bunny girl's clothes. The small amount of material and the abnormal taste made it look like cosplay. She suddenly realized: "What a fun thing..."

Of course, Lu Yao was not someone who could not accept romance, and she would even climb over the wall to watch some Japanese art films. But perhaps she had a preconceived notion that the owner of the house was not a good person, so her first reaction was that this guy was a pervert!

"Click!" Lu Yao opened another box again, a bad premonition lingering in his mind.

The little female ghost had been standing by the door since Lu Yao just entered, and was unwilling to come in.

At this moment, Lu Yao paused while rummaging through the box: "What is this?"

A procedure form was presented in front of Lu Yao.

[Huang Shuting, date of birth: unknown. She was abandoned at the door of our welfare home in 2008. After review by our welfare home, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Tong met the qualifications for raising her, and the transfer procedures were approved. Processing date: March 2019, 3.]

"Isn't your sister my biological sister?"

The little girl nodded after hearing this.

"Hey, don't you ghosts like chatting?" Lu Yao complained. Thinking back, only Lu Ming was a social expert. Whenever he caught her, he would talk to her all the time. He could even write an article called "The Love History of an Old Male Ghost".

But thanks to Lu Ming's eloquence, it was relatively easy for her to unlock the truth about the power plant. When it came to the truth about 1404, she had to guess everything herself.

Well, from what we can guess now, is that the man in white upstairs was brought back by this family and "committed suicide" within two years.

"But what does this have to do with the dragging sound?" By the way, this story also has another name, called The Dragging Sound Wandering in the Night.

It is reported that after Huang Shuting's death, the neighbors on the 14th floor could always hear the sound of being dragged in the corridor.

If Huang Shuting died at home, the ghost should only be at home. Why would it run to the corridor?

"Did the neighbor offend her?"

While thinking, Lu Yao was looking for other things and found some old photos. These old photos were group photos of their family of four. Huang Shuting did not seem to be isolated in the photos, and surprisingly, she was not excluded. Instead, she seemed to be more favored and stood close to everyone.

"Wait! Aren't they very close?" Lu Yao saw that every photo was taken with Zhao Tong's hand on her shoulder. Every photo...

There was even a photo in which Zhao Tong put his hand on Huang Shuting's waist.

"Is this posture an ordinary act of family affection?!" Thinking of this, Lu Yao compared the figure of Zhao Tong's wife again. His wife was short and could not wear the clothes she had found before.

So, those things belong to Huang Shuting!

Thinking of this, explosive information was transmitted to Lu Yao's mind.

Zhao Tong, that dirty guy attacked the man in white, what a bastard!

As more photos were collected, more information was conveyed, proving more that Huang Shuting often had bruises on her body, the most serious ones being her neck, hands and feet.

At this moment, several transfer bills appeared at the bottom of the box, or to be more precise, collection bills.

The money on it was transferred to Zhao Tong by some people. There were also some names that Lu Yao felt were familiar. For example, she had previously inquired about other users living on the 14th floor: Long Haipeng, Cai Zhong...

These people would transfer money to Zhao Tong every one or two weeks, and the amount was always the same, 500.

"Your father did it?"

The little ghost girl remained silent.

Lu Yao: “…” This girl is asking questions but she knows nothing.

Sighing, Lu Yao continued to ask: "I say, you are already in junior high school, what does your family do, and you don't even know what happened, what do you know?"

"I'm only nine years old." Nine years old and four feet tall?

What did this child eat?

Shaking her head, now was not the time to ask such gossips. Tong Yao continued to search. She had a guess that Zhao Tong's evil might be more explosive than what she saw now.

"Pah." A diary fell out from somewhere.

Lu Yao hurriedly picked up the notebook, the notes on it were basically burned, only a few words were seen, including words like "receiving guests", "pleasing", and "neighbors".

It was true. Not only did this bastard do such a dirty thing himself, he also used her to make money!

"Whoosh." The burnt ashes were covered with residue. Lu Yao blew away the paper ashes on the notebook, and accidentally the paper ashes ran into her eyes.

Dust ran into her eyes, causing Lu Yao a little pain. She raised her head and poked it, and the moment she opened her eyes, she found that the ceiling above her head was covered with yellow talismans...