Who is my upstairs

Chapter 114
"Xiangzi, let Han Shasha go back." Yang Xiaofan asked Xiangzi to put Han Shasha back. It's not that she didn't want to punish Han Shasha and Xu Zhiwen, but she had no choice.

Generally, if there is no evidence, the suspect will be released after being detained for 48 hours.

What Han Shasha and Xu Zhiwen did did not break the law, and there is no way to sue them.Keeping Han Shasha here will only make things difficult for Xiangzi.

Xiangzi nodded, unlocked Han Shasha's handcuffs, and waited until Han Shasha left before asking Yang Xiaofan, "What should I do next? Wait for that Fengshui master in America to come back?"

Waiting for Li Shaohuang's words, Yang Xiaofan was afraid of running out of time, so he let the sorceress named Qianxun run away.

"I want to go to this evening to arrest the psychic's house and have a look." Yang Xiaofan looked through the transcript on the table again, and took a picture of the contents of the transcript with the camera function of the mobile phone.

Xiangzi has always been very cooperative with Yang Xiaofan's requests, and immediately agreed, went to the parking lot to pick up the car and sent Yang Xiaofan to the house where the psychic lived.

When Xiangzi was driving, feeling irritable and unable to bear the craving for cigarettes, he lit a cigarette.

Holding a cigarette in one hand, he said worriedly, "Hmph, look at that record, Chihiro? This name is fake at first glance, and you can't even find out your identity. If you run away, it may be difficult to get back. found it."

"So, I want to find her quickly. She is just asking for money. As long as she can save my brother, even if it takes my life, it doesn't matter." Yang Xiaofan held Yang Ziming's cold and stiff hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

Xiangzi didn't know how to comfort Yang Xiaofan, he couldn't speak, but he was thinking in his heart, who dares to harm Yang Ziming, or Yang Xiaofan, if he quits as a policeman, he will pay back the debt owed by that person.

The old house where the psychic medium lived was actually located in the urban area, and it was among the ancient buildings in the urban area.When the city was first planned, in order to preserve the ancient culture, the ancient buildings of Ming and Qing Dynasties in this area were preserved.

Later, it gradually turned into an antique market and an antique street, and the psychic lived in an antique shop.

Received Han Shasha's confession today, and the major case task force has dispatched several people to search in this house with an antique shop outside and a courtyard inside.

This antique shop looked dilapidated, so they closed the team without thinking too much about it.

Thinking about it now, Xiangzi feels that there are still many doubts. This store has been open for more than ten years, but it has never been closed. Why did it suddenly become dilapidated?
In short, the only way to know what is going on is when you go there yourself.

The street of antiques is pitch black, only a few red lanterns above the head are fluttering in the night wind.

Xiangzi's car was parked at the intersection, and the two got out of the car and stepped on the ground paved with stones. Xia Tian's shoes had thin soles, and they could clearly feel the pain in their feet from the uneven bumps on the stones.

From the intersection, walk two houses forward, and you should be able to reach the antique shop where the psychic lives.

After a few steps forward, the surroundings were already too dark to see, so Yang Xiaofan and Xiangzi turned on the flashlight function on the phone together.

The road ahead was illuminated, and the sound of knocking bamboo tubes came to my ears, a bit like the sound of ancient watchmen.

I saw a bright yellow light slowly swaying in front of me.

It wasn't until the two of them walked a little further that they could see clearly that it was an old lady who was on watch. This old lady walked quite tremblingly, walking forward tremblingly step by step.

At least he is 80 to [-] years old, otherwise, how could he walk so slowly?

She was wearing a black wide cheongsam, coarse black trousers on her feet, a white paper lantern under her armpit, and a bamboo beater in her hand.

In the dark night, it is impossible to see her face clearly.

The old lady walked towards them step by step, hunched over.

This has never been heard before. In modern times, there are still people who come out to watch in the middle of the night. In ancient times, there were no alarm clocks, and some larger towns hired people to watch at night to prevent fire and theft.

What the hell is going on with this old lady?

Yang Xiaofan felt chills in his heart, he tightly clenched Xiangzi's sleeves, "Xiangzi, that person is so strange...why is she wearing all black in the middle of the night?"

Xiangzi stretched out a hand to protect Yang Xiaofan's chest, and said, "Even if she is a white old lady, she will have to stop cooking when she comes to my place today. Damn old woman, what are you knocking on the bamboo tube in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"In July and a half, the gate of ghosts is open. My brother came out to visit the grave, and a grandmother sat inside, and the grandmother came out to burn incense, and a girl sat inside, and the girl came out to light the lamp, and fell into the river and couldn't come back." The old lady was still far away from them, and her mouth With a hoarse voice, I don't know what ballad I am chanting.

The song was scary to listen to. After the old lady sang the song, she began to laugh strangely. The laughter didn't seem to come from her mouth.

It was stuffy in the stomach, and he laughed, just like an old toad singing by the river.

I don't know if it's because it's really getting cold at night, or because the nearby houses are too old, making the air very heavy, but I just feel that the surroundings are gloomy and cold.

The slight cool breeze seemed to blow directly into my heart, making my heart feel a chilly.

The alley was long and the moonlight was dim, and there were only these three people in the long alley.

Not to mention the ballads muttered by the old lady, even the sound of their own breathing could be heard, and the sound of shoes stepping on the stone floor had a strange and terrifying echo.

"Crack, crack..."

Yang Ziming used to be the most afraid of these things, but now walking on this street, he will only follow Yang Xiaofan's steps without knowing it, and there will be no unnecessary expressions on his face.

Looking at the door of the antique shop where the psychic lived, I felt a little weird, and a banyan tree was planted right in front of the door.

That banyan tree was as thick as five people hugging each other, and it directly blocked the road by a third.

No one planted a tree at the main entrance of the Yangzhai, and it was a shady tree, so it would be strange that nothing happened in the house!

When they reached the door of the antique shop where the psychic lived, the old lady also walked up to them, pointed at the door of the antique shop, and slightly raised the corner of her mouth, "Are you here to buy something?"

With that weird look, coupled with the dry and wrinkled facial expression, and the faint light of the white paper lantern in her hand, this old lady really looks like a white old lady walking on the street.

Originally, Xiangzi wanted to roll up his sleeves, so he grabbed the old lady and forced her to ask her what she was doing, and what was her purpose for coming out in the middle of the night.

Yang Xiaofan stopped Xiangzi and asked, "What can you sell us?"

She recognized that this old lady Bai was the old aunt who came to their house to be a nanny, but she didn't know whether it was because of makeup or something, she became much older.

Xiangzi's temper was rather irritable, and he couldn't beat the mischievous old lady for a while, with a dark face, ready to explode at any time.

"Scarlet, do you want it?" The old lady put away the beater in her hand, and took out a pair of tightly bound straw figures from her arms.A note was pasted on each of the backs of the straw figurines, with the birthdays of the two people written on them.

It should be the horoscope of Yang Ziming and that female ghost.

"How much?" Yang Xiaofan was straightforward, she didn't care about money, she only cared about whether her brother could be saved.

The old lady smiled strangely, went to the door and unlocked it, "It's such a big business, let's go inside and let the shopkeeper talk to you."

(End of this chapter)