Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone followed Jing Luo to look around the corner.

boom.

The bathroom door suddenly opened.

Bai Wuchang came out, scanned around twice, and then said hello leisurely: "My lords, have you seen a ghost..."

Her eyes fell on Zhao Nibai, she paused for a moment, "Uh...not this one, it's the other one, the one without a head."

After realizing who the other party was talking about, Jing Luo realized that the headless girl was no longer there.

"You actually found her?" Xu Chengyu was rarely curious.

"Yes, because of the recent year-end rectification of the underworld, it took a week to check out the list of nearly 200 years."

"Year-end rectification..." Jing Luo couldn't help asking, "Didn't you rectify last year?"

Bai Wuchang giggled: "The mission that just came out this year didn't exist last year!"

"She was here before, but she doesn't know where she is now." Song Yi's tone was obviously driving people away.

"Oh, it's okay." Bai Wuchang made a gesture and walked towards Zhao Nibai, "I'll take her back first."

"No, don't," Zhao Nibai wrinkled her face immediately, "I won't go back..."

"How can this be up to you?" Bai Wuchang said and threw an iron chain on her.

"and many more."

Song Yi opened his mouth lightly, and the iron chain stopped in mid-air out of nowhere, and then fell back towards Bai Wuchang.

"...What's wrong, Mr. Song." Bai Wuchang was a little nervous, after all, since she knew Song Yi, the other party had never stopped the underworld from doing things.

"Her body, you can't find it."

Bai Wuchang smiled: "How is this possible."

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Bai Wuchang followed his advice and took out a mirror from his heavy robe.

She hooked her fingertips, and a faint wisp of gray air floated out and covered the mirror.

Soon, the mirror fluctuated.

A few small clips emerged like an old TV set, flashing for a moment.

"There's nothing on her mind..."

The underworld has its own rules. If ghost messengers want to catch a ghost and bring it back, the ghost must be completely intact.

And after a person dies, if he is not buried, the last remaining soul in the corpse cannot be completely separated from the body, so naturally he cannot be brought back. In the past, she always followed the memory of ghosts to retrieve the corpse, but this...

Jing Luo: "Have you ever encountered this situation before?"

Bai Wuchang hesitated for a while, but said nothing.

He Yuan propped his chin lazily: "Do you know why she became like this?"

"Well," Bai Wuchang nodded, "In this situation, it should be...she was a person with amnesia during her lifetime."

But those souls with amnesia in the past didn't have the ability to go out of their bodies at all. They didn't know anything and would just stay in their bodies obediently.In short, this was the first time she had seen such a situation.

"Then let's look for the corpse first." He Yuan stood up and squatted down beside Zhao Nibai. "Have you started to recover your memory?"

In the few images that flashed in the mirror just now, a luxurious room could be vaguely seen, which should be the place where Zhao Nibai lived before his death.

There is also a big dining table, and the faces of the Zhao family are all on the seats.

Zhao Nibai: "One, a little bit."

Jing Luo blurted out: "Did you make the injury on your body yourself?"

Zhao Nibai shook her head: "I don't remember this."

Song Yi smiled but said, "If you lie again, your ghost will be scattered."

Everyone fell silent.

Zhao Nibai looked very scared, she shrank her neck slightly: "I... I didn't lie."

"If you don't remember anything, it's impossible to lose your body." Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes.

Jing Luo was relatively close to Zhao Nibai, and just as he was about to say something, he felt his trousers being pulled slightly.

Zhao Nibai moved to his side, looking up at him pitifully.

"If I say it obediently... will you help me find my body?"

Song Yi's face darkened very quickly, and Jing Luo quickly pulled back his trouser legs before the other party turned his face.

"Tell me, Bai Wuchang won't take you away until the body is found."

"I just remember, a small room..."

Bai Wuchang took out the mirror again, searched for a while, and found the house the other party was talking about.

They didn't notice it before—because it was only for a short moment, if it wasn't for the dim light by the window, they would have thought it was just another stuttering picture.

"Where is this?" Jing Luo frowned and looked, and found a shadow in the lower right corner of the photo.

It looks like a thin column, very pale, and you can't see it unless you look carefully, "This should be the iron bar on the window."

Song Yi said lightly: "She may have been imprisoned before."

Bai Wuchang couldn't help it anymore: "Um... adults, I have to go to another place to find that ghost, otherwise I won't be able to pay the job, so I'll take a step ahead. Can you help me solve it here?"

"You won't solve this problem first, and then go find the headless woman?" Song Yi frowned, "There is no end to the work, no wonder there are so many ghosts scattered in the world."

Bai Wuchang, who had been scolded for nothing, stayed where he was wronged.

"If this injury was really caused by herself..." He Yuan pursed his lips, "Could it be that she abused herself because she was imprisoned?"

"I don't think so," Jing Luo said, "I don't think the person who locked her in this small room would have put such a complete set of tools in the room, not to mention knives and the like. Needlework?"

He Yuan: "People nowadays don't have any thoughts. Maybe they put these things in because they knew she would hurt themselves. Or maybe it's because the people who imprisoned her were cruel to her."

Jing Luo didn't say anything, but fixedly looked at Zhao Nibai.

Song Yi raised his hand and rubbed Jing Luo's cheek, and with some strength, moved his head back slightly: "I don't know anything else, but her mother knows that she will hurt herself."

Xu Chengyu: "Then you go ask."

"It shouldn't be necessary for us to ask," Jing Luo walked to the table, picked up the playback device, and turned up the volume, "The police will also find something is wrong."

He Yuan got up: "Staying in this hotel will suffocate to death, Cheng Yu and I will go find her body first."

Now the whereabouts of Zhao Nibai's body have probably been confirmed, and it is likely to be in the large garbage dump where the hotel disposes of garbage.

Bai Wuchang followed He Yuan and the others, and Jing Luo sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the playback device on the table.

Soon there was a conversation inside.

"Officer Liu, we checked, but we didn't find Zhao Nibai's psychological medical records."

"impossible."

Mrs. Zhao's voice sounded again: "Have I said it before, my daughter is living a very good life, why is she sick?"

"But she killed herself."

"The road of life is so long and there are so many things. There are always times when you can't think about it. She just chose the wrong way to relieve it. I also discovered and corrected it in time."

The more Jing Luo listened to it, the more amusing it became. Which normal person would harm himself just because he was in a bad mood?

"Song Yi," he said out the thoughts that had been hovering in his heart, "I think Zhao Nibai may be suffering from depression or anxiety."

Song Yi's expression was normal, he twirled the broken hair at the top of his hair, and nodded lightly: "It's possible. Then why did her relatives keep it a secret?"

"Face is a terrible thing." He hesitated, "Although it may be outrageous to say it, Zhao Hecheng has been famous for so many years, and there is no negative news about him."

"Is the daughter's illness also negative news?"

"The physical illness is fine, but the psychological illness...it's easy for reporters to make a fuss about it, especially for a rich family like them." Jing Luo hesitated for a moment, then stood up suddenly, "Let's go, let's ask others people."

**

Zhao Niqing obviously didn't expect Jing Luo to come to her door.

"Is there something wrong?" She was wearing a white bathrobe, with her arms around her waist, and the gap on her chest was looming.

Jing Luo didn't change his face, Song Yize looked displeased, and said straight to the point: "Your sister suffers from mental illness."

Zhao Niqing's face changed slightly.

She hesitated for a while, then turned her body slightly: "Come in and say."

"She told you all." Zhao Niqing took it for granted that she didn't know the inside story.

Jing Luo nodded without thinking: "I said it before. She said she was in great pain."

Song Yi looked at the person beside him who was lying calmly with great interest, the curve of his mouth was obvious.

Zhao Niqing lowered her eyes and didn't notice Song Yi's expression.She sighed a long time: "Speaking of which, what is needed to keep this matter from being told?"

Jing Luo was stunned: "What?"

"You will come to me instead of the police. You must see that we don't want others to know about it. After all, what do you want, as long as it is not too much, I will try my best to satisfy it."

Jing Luo couldn't believe it: "Zhao Nibai...haven't found it so far, aren't you worried?"

"Of course I'm worried, we're relatives," the last two words were pronounced casually, and Zhao Niqing gave him a sideways glance, "Let's get down to business, okay?"

That's right, it's not the same mother, and the father is so rich, even if it's not an enemy fighting for property, it can't be a heart-to-heart brother-sister relationship.

"In order not to let this matter spread, you didn't even find a psychiatrist for her?"

"She told you everything?" Zhao Niqing frowned slightly, her expression changed slightly, "She is only mildly depressed, not serious."

Ten minutes later, Jing Luo clicked on the recording on his phone.

"Officer, Zhao Nibai suffers from severe depression and has self-harm behaviors. I suspect that this may not be a kidnapping case, but a suicide case."

After listening to the audio, several police officers were slightly startled.

Zhao Hecheng, who was behind them, frowned tightly, staring at Mrs. Zhao—accurately, it should be Aunt Zhao.

If an aunt wants to have a place in front of Zhao Hecheng, she must do everything well.

Obviously, Zhao Hecheng was not very clear about Zhao Nibai's illness, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to City H to stay for so long.

The police immediately began blood tests on the place where Zhao Nibai lived.

"Boss, there is nothing in the room, but in the bathtub in the bathroom..." Someone came back soon and reported, "There is a lot of blood reaction, it should have been cleaned."

Jing Luo sighed inwardly.

Even if you self-harm, you have to clean up the head and tail, so as not to cause trouble to others?

"Boss, I checked. The owner of the canteen that Zhao Nibai went to before said that she bought a sack at the time, because the other party thought of buying it before leaving, and the owner didn't scan the code, so there was nothing on the invoice, and... "When the other party said this, he paused.

"It's over!"

"Besides, Zhao Nibai also asked the owner if the zipper can be closed from the inside..."

"..."

"Ridiculous!!" Zhao Hecheng's entire face darkened, "Is this 'mild' depression?? Let alone severe depression, even moderate ones don't need to live!"

Aunt Zhao dared not talk back.

"Mr. Zhao, let's save your family affairs until you go back. There is still one unresolved matter," Police Officer Liu interrupted him, "The 'kidnapper' who called you in the middle of the night before..."

"it's me."

As soon as he returned to Zhao Hecheng's side, Ming Tsai, who was standing in the farthest corner, admitted it.

His eyes were slightly red, and his voice remained the same: "Miss Zhao sent me a text message before she committed suicide. When I found out about the text message...she was gone. I don't think she can just disappear for no reason, so I called those few times." Make phone call."

……

Ten minutes later, Jing Luo came out of the room.

He Yuan and others just came back.

Jing Luo didn't have time to explain the situation, so he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

"I found it, it took a while." He Yuan paused, "It has been buried as garbage, and it is basically impossible for the police to find the body."

With a smile on the corner of Bai Wuchang's mouth, he shook the small bottle in his hand, and there was a touch of almost transparent light gray in it: "But the soul is taken out."

Back in the room, Bai Wuchang opened the lid, and the soul immediately flew back into Zhao Nibai's body as if he had been summoned.

But it seems that there is no difference, Zhao Nibai still looks puzzled.

Bai Wuchang stepped forward: "Let's go, we're going back."

"I, my body was found?"

"I found it," Bai Wuchang paused, "but you won't have a chance to see it again."

He Yuan propped his chin: "How did you die? If you were able to pull the sack up with your own hands, you must have entered it alive. The cleaners didn't find any abnormalities, which proved that there was no bleeding... It should be caused by taking a lot of drugs. Then you Why did you lose your memory?"

He was talking to himself.

Zhao Ni's white eyelashes trembled, but she didn't answer.

Jing Luo said: "It should be psychogenic amnesia."

He Yuan obviously didn't understand very well: "It can be regarded as a time picker. I lost my memory at the moment before I died, and it wasted so much of our time."

Zhao Nibai shivered: "Yes, I'm sorry."

He Yuan waved his hand: "Hurry up and take it away, don't disturb our vacation."

"Okay," Bai Wuchang had just walked a few steps, but couldn't hold back his head, "That headless girl..."

Song Yi: "I don't know."

Bai Wuchang didn't dare to ask again: "Goodbye, my lords."

"Wait," Jing Luo called to stop her, "She has suffered so much in this life, she probably won't..."

"I don't know, after all, it's not my business," Bai Wuchang smiled, "but reincarnation is always fair, as long as she hasn't done anything harmful to nature before, it won't be too bad."

Jing Luo nodded.

Just as Zhao Nibai stepped through the door, she suddenly turned her head.

She didn't dare to look at other people, only dared to look at Jing Luo.

"...Thank you. If you see that headless sister again in the future, please help me to thank her too."