After checking the situation of the ghost photo studio, Li Leping didn't stay long.

He left this supernatural place and returned to Dachuan City.

As soon as he returned to reality, the satellite positioning phone on his shoulder vibrated.

Li Leping took off his phone and took a look.

This is an investigation report on a supernatural incident, and the sender is his operator.

Just looked through it briefly.

What happened is actually not complicated. Someone was killed, and the body remained in the rental house for several days without being discovered. It was not until the smell of the corpse overflowed from the room and spread to several nearby houses that someone realized something was wrong.

The neighbor then chose to call the police.

And when the police broke in, they saw a scene they would never forget.

The report was accompanied by a picture, which recorded a corpse sitting on a gaming chair with its upper body slumped in front of a computer desk.

It can be clearly seen that although this corpse has only been dead for a few days, it is decomposing very quickly, as if it has been dead for more than a few weeks. It is black and smelly, and its lower body is covered with something.

It was as if it had been torn apart, and the little brother had disappeared. The wound was bloody and covered with maggots, which made people feel cold down below.

The end of the report narrated the reasons why this incident was defined as a supernatural event. First, because the death state of the body did not conform to the normal death speed. Second, because the surveillance in the community did not capture any suspicious persons entering or leaving the unit building.

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"Go and see what's going on."

Putting away his phone, Li Leping's figure immediately disappeared.

Ghostland travels very quickly.

After a while.

He appeared in a certain community in Dachuan City.

He glanced around without looking up information. With his years of experience living in Dachuan City, Li Leping was able to confirm the status of this community.

This is an old community with a history of more than 20 years. The building design is a six-story building from the last century. The walls have been peeled off. The iron door downstairs either cannot be closed or has been opened and closed for a long time.

It fell into disrepair and fell off, and was taken away by the property owner.

After taking it away, the property management company will not replace it with a new one, but will just leave the door open for people to come and visit at will.

There is no elevator in the building, and each room is not very big, barely enough for two bedrooms and one living room.

Very few young people are willing to buy a house in a place like this. After all, buying a house these days depends on their parents, and parents are naturally not willing to let their children move to such an old community with inadequate facilities.

Unless you plan to make a small investment, see if there is a chance to get demolition subsidies.

But that's another story.

In short, the current residents in this community are either old people who have not moved out, or migrant workers who come to work in the city from other places. They cannot afford the excessively high rents, so they can only choose such an old-fashioned community. Although the facilities are not perfect, from time to time

There will be power and water outages due to aging lines, but it can actually save a lot of money.

"Why is it this old neighborhood again?"

Li Leping frowned when he saw these old buildings.

It's not that he dislikes the dilapidation of these buildings, after all, he also comes from a poor background, but now in this era of supernatural revival, whenever he sees these old facilities, it always reminds him of some bad things.

Who knows if there will be any older generation of ghost masters among the residents in these communities.

If such an old guy dies suddenly and accidentally, the problems that arise will most likely not be as serious as those in Mingyue Community, but as long as a supernatural incident occurs, no matter how big or small, Li Leping will feel trouble.

Walking on the asphalt road where the asphalt has aged and turned white.

After some time, Li Leping saw a cordon on the road ahead. There were several guards standing around. Although the clothes they were wearing were not police uniforms, you could tell by the look in their eyes that once you tried to break through this

In the blockade, it doesn't take three seconds for you to be knocked down immediately, or even have a gun directly put on your head.

I don’t know why, even though this place has been closed for several days, the outside of the cordon is still full of onlookers, who are still chattering about what happened in the community.

"Hey, brother, what's going on? Why are so many people gathered here?"

A young man came over and asked a middle-aged man next to him who was watching the fun.

"Young man, are you new here?"

The middle-aged man meowed him. Looking at his curious expression, he immediately realized that this young man was not a resident of the community.

"Well, I just happened to be passing by here on my bicycle. I saw that half of the small community has been sealed off, and there is no way to get around it."

The young man pointed to his bicycle on the roadside and touched the helmet on his head, indicating that he was just passing by.

"You don't know that."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man pointed to a unit building pretending to be mysterious, and then lowered his voice and said: "A few days ago, someone died in that building."

"Dead?"

The young man suddenly felt a little unlucky when he heard this word, but the gossip in his heart induced him to continue asking: "Isn't there someone who died? It's been a few days, why are there still guards watching here?

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Having said this, the young man bypassed the few guards standing outside the cordon and looked inside. He even saw several military off-road vehicles patrolling with large-caliber machine guns mounted on them. If they were to fire, the building would be destroyed.

I can sieve it for you.

This posture does not look like they are performing defensive work, but more like they are in a state of combat readiness and are about to fight a street fight in the community.

The middle-aged man waved his hand when he heard this: "Young man, you are still too young."

Then, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, he shook his head with a look of regret: "Forget it, I'd better not say any more, lest you won't even be able to eat dinner."

"No, brother, come on, smoke."

The young man's curiosity was aroused. How could he end the topic like this? At this moment, just to please the middle-aged man, he took out a few huazi and handed them over.

"Oh, why are you so ignorant, young man? I even said I didn't want to tell you anymore, but you have to listen."

The middle-aged man looked distressed, but his hand movements were very nimble. He took away the cigarette handed to him by the young man in a flash, lit one, blew out a smoke ring, and then continued: "You

I don’t know how miserable the young man who died in that building died. He was about the same age as you. When he was carried out, his body was hard, black and purple all over, and he was so rotten that not a single piece of good flesh was left on his body.

Even the white cloth covering him was soaked with corpse water, and the stench was so strong that people in several nearby buildings could smell it."

With such a description, the picture seems to come out.

The young man's eyes suddenly twitched and his throat trembled, as if he had already thought of the disgusting scene at that time.

"You see, as I said before, I felt uncomfortable for several days just from the smell. To this day, I can't even eat a bite of meat."

When the middle-aged man saw that the young man's expression turned a little worse, he first patted him on the shoulder, then handed him a cigarette and said, "Rinse your mouth."

The young man didn't say much, lit a cigarette and started smoking. After taking a deep breath, he continued to ask: "This person has been dead for so long before he was discovered?"

"Isn't that right? I heard that the young man in that room had a falling out with his family. He said he wanted to pursue his dream and write online articles, and was kicked out by his family. This young man was also stubborn and refused to go home.

With that little royalties, he rented a house in a community, and had instant noodles for three meals a day. There was no one else in the rented house except him. In the end, when he died, there was no one who discovered his body immediately.

The person was discovered after he had been dead for several days and the smell could no longer be suppressed."

When the middle-aged man said this, his tone seemed to be a little emotional. After all, who didn't think about pursuing dreams when they were young? But many people were taught a lesson by reality just like me now, and then they followed the trend and became

A middle-aged man with a big belly.

"This shows that writing novels is a dead end."

The young man nodded as if he was deeply moved.

But he thought about it carefully, then looked at the cordon and the surrounding guards, and felt that something didn't make sense: "That's not right, brother, since this person has been dead for several days, why is it still sealed?"

Forget it, why did you seal half of the community? Guards were also deployed. Could it be that the dead buddy came from a wealthy family and was killed?"

"Have you read too many novels?" The middle-aged man glanced at him with disgust.

"Otherwise, it really doesn't make sense. There are people who jump from buildings, get killed, and go missing these days. But death means death. Once the body is collected, the scene is cleaned, and then at most the death scene is sealed off. Why is it now?

Blocking half of the community?" the young man asked.

When asked this question, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then came closer and whispered: "I'm telling you, don't believe me."

"Just tell me, there's nothing you can't say." The young man said nonchalantly.

"Some people say that the young man who died was killed by a ghost."

The middle-aged man saw that this young man was not afraid of anything, so he spoke frankly.

"What the hell? A fierce ghost is asking for his life? No, uncle, this is the 21st century. There are no gods and ghosts. You are just feudal superstition."

The young man looked scornful.

The middle-aged man snorted when he heard the words, and his eyes also showed some contempt for this young man who was fearless: "So you are too young, and you think you are fearless, but in fact you are too short-sighted.

, I don’t know why I would rather believe something that exists than something that doesn’t exist. You can say that the things passed down by your ancestors are wrong, but you can’t say that they are all fake.”

However, the young man still looked dismissive, looked around, and then casually patted a man who happened to be passing by. He was wearing a black coat and looked at his peers, and asked: "Brother, do you believe this?"

Are there ghosts in the world?"

Suddenly.
To be continued...