Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Back in the room, the headless woman was sitting on the sofa, trying to say something to Zhao Nibai.

"It's been so long, you still don't remember anything?"

Zhao Nibai shook her head innocently: "No."

"Can't you remember the moment when you died?"

The short period of time before death is the deepest memory of ghosts.

This is also one of the reasons why the ghosts lingering in the world are so obsessed.

"..." Zhao Nibai tilted her head, thought carefully for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, "Actually, I seem to have a vague impression."

Jing Luo hurriedly said, "Say it."

Without the exact information about Zhao Nibai's death, the police did not dare to search the hotel wantonly for fear of disturbing the kidnappers, so they tore up the ticket in a fit of anger.

So now the most urgent task is to find Zhao Nibai's body. The police have no scruples, and everything that follows will be much easier to investigate.

"Bag and zipper?" Zhao Nibai said hesitantly.

"You mean, you were packed in a sack?"

Zhao Nibai seemed to be unable to think of anything else: "...I don't know."

"Why are you still here? Didn't you ask you to take her back to the warehouse?" Song Yi asked with a frown.

"I can take her back, but now the police are searching the small area of ​​the hotel. They have searched the warehouse five or six times. Of course, if you are not worried, I can take her back now. .”

After the headless girl finished speaking, she got up and made a gesture to leave.

"Wait," Jing Luo called to stop her, "...or she can stay here."

Song Yi was slightly dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that she has very little ghost energy, it's okay."

In the end, Song Yi's objection was invalid, and Zhao Nibai stayed.

She stood in front of the sofa, a little at a loss: "Excuse me."

"It's okay." Jing Luo poured a cup of hot water, drank half of it, and asked, "How do you usually live in the warehouse?"

"Just stand."

"...Standing all the time?"

"Ah."

When Jing Luo just thought about that scene, he felt extremely bored. How could someone stand quietly in a small space for three months?

"Otherwise, I'll turn on the TV for you to watch."

"television?"

As soon as Zhao Ni finished speaking in vernacular, the TV came on.

Behind the sofa, Song Yi turned on the TV with the remote control with a dark face, and said in a low voice, "Just sit here and watch, don't go anywhere."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Nibai sat on the sofa obediently.

Song Yi was satisfied now, and looked at Jing Luo: "Xiao Luo, let's go to the hot spring again."

"Okay," Jing Luo said, "May I ask He Yuan and the others?"

"Just us."

"That's fine," Jing Luo walked to the balcony window and poked his head out, "We'll go clubbing here. The hot spring water has been changed and it's clean."

Although Song Yi had a slightly disgusted expression, he still agreed.

The two of them went into the bathroom, changed into their swimming trunks, and casually put on a bath towel.

Before going out, Song Yi repeatedly urged.

"Don't leave here, don't come out, don't peek."

Three not allowed to scare Zhao Nibai, she nodded hastily.

It was very cold outside, Song Yi didn't close the door, and the heat inside kept coming out.

Jing Luo sat inside in a regular manner, the hot spring pool was very small, he curled up his legs, trying to make Song Yi sit more comfortably.

But Song Yi didn't agree, he sat down next to Jing Luo, and their arms were pressed together.

Song Yi was distracted, but the people around him had serious faces, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He clicked his tongue softly, leaned forward, and lightly bit Jing Luo's side face.

Jing Luo was startled: "Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Ah... I was thinking," Jing Luo's eyelashes trembled slightly, "about Zhao Nibai."

Song Yi frowned displeased: "What do you want to do about her?"

"Do you think her death has anything to do with her family?"

"Not necessarily," Song Yi hesitated for a moment, "I think Zhao Nibai is not loved by Zhao Hecheng."

"Yes, so they don't need to take the risk to kill her. It's more likely to be a simple kidnapper."

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Ok?"

"Let me kiss for a while first."

Before Jing Luo could react, someone pressed his chin and turned his face away with just enough force.

A gentle kiss fell, followed by a gentle rubbing.

While kissing, Jing Luo suddenly felt the cuff of the swimming trunks loosen.

He was startled, and tried to stop him with his hands.

After hesitating for a moment, his hand stopped in mid-air.

After a while, he buried his head in Song Yi's shoulder, panting lightly: "...There are still people here."

"No one is here," Song Yi smiled contentedly, "Only ghosts."

"..."

The two of them came out of the hot spring, right next to the entrance, Jing Luo listened to the sound of the TV, blushed, and said in a breathy voice: "Next time... next time."

Song Yi rubbed against his neck, his hands still lingering underneath, "Don't worry, I won't make it to the end."

Jing Luo needed to cover his mouth tightly with his hands in order not to make a sound.

After a while, Song Yi chuckled lightly.

"So fast."

Jing Luo couldn't see it.

Just as he was about to say something, he bumped into something under his waist.He was terrified, and was about to pull away quickly, seeing Song Yi's expression that seemed to be a half-smile, but he still didn't push away in the end.

His voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Do you want me to help you..."

Song Yi's smile disappeared at this moment.

His eyes were dark, his voice was hoarse, and there was hope and desire in his tone: "Help me."

……

When Jing Luo returned to the room, his hands were sore, and he blushed and went straight to the bathroom.

Song Yi followed closely.

Zhao Nibai was full of doubts, and continued to turn her head to watch TV.

**

Although Zhao Nibai's body has not been found yet, the police finally made new progress.

The note left by the kidnapper.

After many handwriting comparisons, the police confirmed the person who wrote the note.

This person is the former nanny of the Zhao family, in his 40s, who resigned as early as three months ago.

When the police asked about the nanny, Zhao Hecheng didn't know anything about it.

Zhao Nibai's biological mother rushed over overnight, with tiredness on her face, not too much sadness.

She calmly told the police the nanny's information, and finally succeeded in finding him.

When the nanny was taken away, she was so frightened that she turned pale.

In the end, she confessed that she had thought of kidnapping Zhao Nibai, but she gave up later, and because she couldn't take back the note, she was so frightened that she went back to her hometown.

After the nanny returned to her hometown, she set up a stall outside almost every day, constantly appearing in the eyes of the neighbors in the neighborhood. Judging from the round-trip ticket records, the other party has indeed never returned to City A.

There are even very few call records, either scam calls or calls from relatives.

After some investigation, it took another two days, and most of the nanny's suspicions were gone.

These are all the information that He Yuan found out from some sources.

"Then this clue is broken here again," Jing Luo pondered for a while, and couldn't help but glance at the ghosts around him. Zhao Nibai was nestling in the corner with her arms around her knees, looking at them without blinking. .

Jing Luo looked away, "Aren't the police planning to search the hotel?"

"They have to keep the hostages safe."

"What about surveillance? Did they find anything?"

"No, I didn't see Zhao Nibai leave the room at all."

Jing Luo suddenly thought of something: "Where's the sack?"

"what?"

Jing Luo pursed his lips and asked, "Has anyone entered this room? Where is the next resident?"

"A lot of people have lived in that room, maybe more than 20 people came and went, all of them are foreigners. I checked, but I found nothing."

Xu Chengyu said lightly: "Let's look for it."

He Yuan didn't turn his head back: "What?"

"The police don't look for it, let's look for it, and just search the hotel."

He Yuan put his hand on his chin: "The room card is easy to handle, but what about the people living in it?"

Xu Chengyu said: "Just be a room attendant."

"Not everyone will let the waiter into the room, oh, you can be the cleaning lady." He Yuan joked.

Jing Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up!

Song Yi looked up at him: "What's wrong."

He seemed to remember something: "Auntie cleaning!"

He Yuan: "...No, you really plan to become a cleaning lady?"

"No, it's not," Jing Luo said, "If the next resident doesn't find anything, it can only mean that Zhao Nibai was no longer in there at that time. He can go in and bring things out..."

"It's the cleaning staff!"

Jing Luo's eyes light up slightly.

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and added.

"Not only can they come out, but... they can also carry a big bag."