Chapter 8
The man's face was extremely ugly. He stood up and picked up the photo to look at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the worse his face became. He lowered his voice and said, "Where did you get this photo? This woman," the man said. It's halfway through, and I won't say anything, but his face is already covered with sweat. On this hot day, he suddenly felt cold from head to toe.

There was a lot of movement on their side, and everyone else looked over. The middle-aged man stabilized his mind, coughed lightly, and asked the two to follow him to the reception room, so as not to disturb the work of other colleagues. Naturally, he would not refuse, and followed the middle-aged man to the next reception room.

After entering the reception room, the middle-aged man immediately closed the door, and then asked, "Is this photo taken on the fourth floor?"

In the photo, apart from the appearance of the woman and that weird little ghost, the furniture covered with white cloth was also sent in. Naturally, it is not difficult to guess the shooting location.

Yan Xiaoai nodded, only to see that the man's complexion became even uglier.

"This woman died two years ago, but in a car accident. Her boyfriend said he was afraid of getting hurt, so he moved away. The fourth floor has been vacant, but nothing happened. And that woman didn't die in the house at all, how could our apartment be haunted, are you making a mistake?"

"He died in a car accident? Are you sure?" Yan Xiaoai was also stunned when she heard the words. Ordinary ghosts would stay in the place where they died, or become lonely ghosts wandering at will. The woman and the little ghost were always in the house She thought it was in the house, but now it seems that someone deliberately sealed the soul of the woman and the soul of the little ghost in that building, and this person is probably the one who arranged the soul suppressing array, but What was the purpose of that person doing this?

"Yeah, she was about to give birth but there was a car accident, one dead and two dead, her boyfriend was very sad, he put up a funeral ceremony at home for a week, and then moved away." The middle-aged man wiped the hair on his forehead. Khan, he told everything he knew, and he was a little confused. If the haunted news spread, the house here might not be easy to sell. The location of that house was not very good. If there is such a thing again, it will really rot in the hands.

"Do you have that man's contact information? I need to know something. The female ghost's grievances are already very serious. If I don't deal with it properly, I'm sure nothing serious will happen."

"According to the rules, I can't disclose the owner's information at will, but for the safety of other residents in our community, the rules are not dead, so I'll go find them for you."

The middle-aged man said, then turned around and walked to the reference room. After a while, he took out a file from the file bag and opened it. After looking carefully, he frowned.

The owner's information is all registered with the woman's information. The woman's name is Yao Yiyi. There is not much other information written on the information. There is always a phone number written in the emergency contact, and the note is Mr. Wang.

"I vaguely remember that Mr. Wang seems to be surnamed. I don't know if this phone number belongs to Mr. Wang." The middle-aged man was also a little helpless, and handed the file information to the two of them.

Yan Xiaoai reached out to take it and took a look. There was indeed not much useful information. After writing down the number of Mr. Wang, Yan Xiaoai handed the information back.

(End of this chapter)

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