The iron door on the roof opened and he walked out.
I was a little strange. I was a little far away just now, and it was relatively dark here. I didn't see clearly how he opened the iron lock. Could it be that if he turned into a ghost, he could open the lock with his feet?
No, he is a ghost, just a ghost. Logically speaking, there is no need to open the door. He can go through the iron door in one go and it cannot trap him at all. So why does he open the door with his feet? Is it just out of habit?
I couldn't figure out the reason, so I shook my head and followed him to the top of the building.
Standing on the top of the building, the night breeze made me feel slightly chilly, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, which made me frown.
The smell was so bad it made me feel a little nauseous.
I glanced ahead and saw Li Cui's ghost walking towards the front, where there was a room in the corner.
The room was not big, with only one door and no windows. It was probably just a utility room, so Li Cui walked towards the small house.
I glanced at the roof of the building. The surrounding area was empty. There was nothing but this house.
After death, the ghost also carries memories, so the ghost's favorite place after death is also the place he liked most when he was alive. This Li Jiu has become a ghost, and he has to go to the utility room on the top floor.
Come on, is there something extremely important to him here?
I followed him silently. Although there was wind on the top floor, I still felt a little depressed for some reason. It was a very strange feeling, as if I was trapped in a room. I couldn't feel the refreshing air on the top floor at all.
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Li Ji had already walked to the door, and once again used that strange gesture to take out the key hanging on his waist, then opened the door, walked in, and closed the door with a bang.
I walked to the door. There was no window on the door of this room, so I couldn't see anything inside.
After standing at the door for a while, there was no movement inside.
My heart was filled with wonder. I didn't know what was inside and what Li was urging him to do.
The curiosity in my heart could no longer be suppressed, so I walked to the door, reached out and grabbed the door handle.
A cold breath came from the door handle. I frowned slightly and reached out to pull the door, but to my surprise, the door couldn't be pulled open at all.
I used a lot of force, but the door didn't move at all. It didn't seem to be locked, because even if it was locked, there would be a sound if I pulled the door so hard, but now there is no movement at all.
, as if something was sucked inside.
What's going on? Could it be that Li Jiu is up to something?
I snorted coldly, and the Yin corpse energy in my body surged out of my hand and poured in along the door handle.
ah!
The Yin Qi entered, and a shrill scream came from behind the door, and then I pulled the door open.
I saw that the room was empty, there was nothing, only the ghost of Li Ji, standing strangely upside down.
At this time, his body was bent even more, and his legs were completely hanging down. There was a black notebook on the ground, which looked like a sketchbook, and there was a hand tightly clamped in the hanging soles of his feet.
Pen.
The pen was as thick as a thumb and was a brush. At this time, he was using his feet to hold the brush and was drawing something.
Seeing me coming in, he suddenly raised his head and gave me a weird smile.
I looked down at him and the paintings on the ground, and saw that they were two paintings. Although he drew them with a brush, they were extremely clear.
One of the paintings showed the little crew chief I had seen before, but he had his head raised, a piece of glass stuck in his forehead, his body was covered in blood, and he looked extremely miserable.
Another painting shows Lao Dao. He is standing, but there is a basketball stand tilted behind him, as if it will fall on him at the next moment.
I looked at the two paintings on the ground and couldn't help but frown. I couldn't figure out why this thing was hiding in the room and painting. Could it be that he was an art lover during his lifetime and practiced painting hard after checking the room every day?
But this is not right. He can practice painting in his own room, why does he have to go to the utility room on the top floor? And the strangest thing is, how can there be sophistication in his paintings!
Xiaopingtou was his colleague. I didn't find it strange that he appeared in the painting. Moreover, Xiaopingtou died miserably in his painting. I guess there must be a conflict between the two of them. Li Jiu was cursing Xiaopingtou.
But what about the old Taoist? This Li Ji has never met the old Taoist at all, so why did he also be drawn?
Cack!
He looked at me, his face twisted in horror, and he looked even more horrified.
Although he looked scary, I was not afraid. No matter how scary he looked, he was still a ghost, and I was the undercover. Catching ghosts was my job. How could I be afraid of a ghost?
"You little ghost, if you die and don't return to the underworld, why should you stay in the earth?" I shouted at him, full of anger.
I am a bad person, which is equivalent to being an official staff member of the underworld, so I must show my own momentum in front of this little ghost.
Cack-clack!
Who knew that he didn't pay attention to me at all, he just smiled coldly, with only one eye left full of contempt.
Damn it!
Looking at his expression, I knew that I had been despised, despised by a ghost.
Being despised by a ghost makes me feel very humiliated.
I took a step forward and said to him: "If you don't go to the underworld quickly, if you continue to stay in the earth, be careful that I will destroy your soul!"
After I finished speaking, I opened my hand to him, wanting to open the underworld door and save him.
As for how he died and why he didn't go to the underworld, I don't even bother to ask about these reasons. I am a Yin Zai, and my duty is to save the ghosts. As for how they died, this kind of question is not within my scope of consideration.
, because I am really afraid of trouble.
When I became a Yin Zai, I thought about this problem. There are human laws in the human world, and the rules of the underworld in the underworld. The job of our Yin Zai is only to guide the ghosts into the underworld. As for how the ghosts died, it has nothing to do with us.
Because the sins of the underworld are measured by the laws of the underworld, and the sins committed are judged by the judges of the underworld. We are only responsible for sending them down. If we take care of them too much, there will be too much trouble. As a human being, especially as a yin errand.
, you must have something in mind and don’t meddle in other people’s business.
