Once you have the direction, you know how to go. It is not a strange thing for an outsider like Lin Mo to appear in this urban village. After all, not all residents like to communicate with others.
And there are visitors or new tenants every day, so Lin Mo's appearance did not cause any waves here.
After walking into a small building and searching up and down, Lin Mo stopped in front of a door, with light flowing in his eyes, discerning the traces of cause and effect emanating from the room.
Lin Mo raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door to the room quietly opened a crack, as if the owner of the room already knew that someone was coming.
Without saying a word, he opened the door and walked in. Lin Mo came here with no intention of hiding anything, and he was here to do business. Since he was doing business, there was no need to hide himself deliberately. If he was regarded as
Those with bad intentions may cause a lot of trouble out of thin air.
Although it was daytime at this time, the room was dark, just like the photo developing studio. All the windows were blocked by thick curtains, and there was no light in the room. The moment Lin Mo opened the door, outside
The sunlight finally broke into the room.
"Close the door." A hoarse voice came from deep in the room.
"oh"
Lin Mo was just stunned for a moment, then walked into the room and closed the door. After the door was closed, the entire room suddenly fell into darkness again. Not only the windows, but also the cracks in the door were blocked by something.
It was pitch black, and it didn't look like a place where living people lived.
Compared to an ordinary person's room, this place is more like a huge coffin. The moment the door is closed, the entire coffin is completely buried in the soil.
The room was filled with the smell of incense and traces of ghosts. Even though Lin Mo had a causal eye and his eyesight was different from ordinary people, it took him a while to get used to it before he could barely see the situation in some rooms clearly through the thin light.
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The room was not big and was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. Lin Mo leaned against the wall and slowly approached the room inside. After approaching the room, he groped for a chair and sat down.
At this time, there was a person sitting opposite Lin Mo. The person was sitting there quietly. His breathing was extremely steady and very light. He sat there motionless. If you hadn't noticed that he was still breathing, there was still a causal connection on his body.
Damn, Lin Mo really might regard this guy as a dead person.
"What news do you want?"
The hoarse voice sounded again, but Lin Mo felt a little weird. The voice sounded a bit artificial, as if he was pretending.
Lin Mo didn't know much about the ghost record here. Not to mention the identity of the ghost record, he didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman, old or young, but there was no need to know.
"Check the whereabouts of a person. This person's name is Zhou Fuhai. He once worked at the Third People's Hospital.
The surgeon disappeared inexplicably for a long time when he was training. I want to know where he went during that time. I remember it was Zhou Fuhai who went there, not the person who replaced him." Lin Mo emphasized.
"And where he is now."
"Do you have Zhou Fuhai's birth date?" the person opposite asked.
"Zhou Fuhai is an orphan, and his birth date cannot be confirmed to be true." Although he said this, Lin Mo still told the other party the information about Zhou Fuhai's birth date that Li Tian gave him.
"Guest, please wait a moment." The person opposite said softly.
Immediately, Lin Mo felt that the person opposite who had been sitting like a zombie for a long time finally made a move. He bent down, opened a drawer on the side, and took out a mirror or something like that.
The man put the mirror in front of him and muttered some words that ordinary people couldn't understand, but Lin Mo could roughly understand that it was a kind of ghost language, used to communicate unconsciously with ghosts.
There were no ghosts in the room, so he probably used the thing in his hand to communicate with ghosts.
The thing in the man's hand trembled slightly, exuding a ghostly aura, and a cold chill filled the already dark room, making the place even more weird.
But this had no impact on Lin Mo. After all, he could understand what the man said. As for the content, it was nothing more than telling the other party about Zhou Fuhai's situation by category, and then waiting there, but
Lin Mo discovered that this guy was a chatterbox.
Because after sending useful information to the ghost who communicated with him, the guy actually started to complain about why he was earning so little from this job, not having enough to eat, and not wanting to find a job, so he could only hang out like this.
When there was no response from the other party, he was still chatting with the ghost opposite him. The ghost opposite him was also a weirdo, which roughly translates to this.
Ghost: "You're just pretending to be awesome all day long and you don't even have a girlfriend. What's the fun in being with us?"
The man said: "What's the benefit of having a girlfriend? I've been doing this job for ten and a half days without anyone coming over, and I may not even be able to eat enough. How can I be full if I find a girlfriend?"
Ghost: "Hey, you kid can't go out to find a job and stay here all day pretending to be serious. You don't even look at how weak your body is now. Every day you change your left hand to your right hand and hold big hands with small ones. I really can't do it.
I understand what you people are thinking now."
The man: "Oh, you are still talking about me. Do you have a wife?"
Ghost: "I'm sorry, I just found a ghost wife two days ago. My family is harmonious. I have already bid farewell to the large army of singles."
The man: "Damn, your mentality is broken. You can find a girlfriend even if you are a ghost! The monthly incense money is quite a lot. Life was not so good when you were alive, so why did you become well-off after you died?"
... ...
One person and one ghost kept chatting in front of Lin Mo, not paying attention to Lin Mo, a living person. Lin Mo was also curious about this pair of living treasures.
"Ahem, um, if you want to find a girlfriend, why don't you go out for a walk? Leave the windows and doors of the room open. The whole room looks like a coffin. Isn't that little girl shocked when she comes to your place?
"
Lin Mo's voice was very abrupt. As soon as he said these words, the person opposite who was still chatting was stunned. The person turned to Lin Mo with a confused look on his face.
"Can you understand ghost language?" The voice is no longer the hoarse voice before, and it sounds young.
"Hey, ghost language is not something difficult to learn. Please check it out for me quickly. Your reward is indispensable. I am in a hurry." Lin Mo urged.
"Depend on!"
Two shouts came from the opposite side at the same time. One was of course that person's voice, and the other was the sound made by the thing in his hand.
"Isn't ghost language difficult? It took me two years of learning before I could barely learn it!"
"Isn't ghost language difficult? I taught him for two whole years. God, the devil knows what I've been through. No, I don't know!"
Two voices sounded at the same time. This pair of live treasures had been getting along for a long time and had a high degree of understanding. After saying this, the two guys started arguing again.
"Hey, the customer comes first, okay? Do you have any professionalism?" Lin Mo said with a black line on his forehead.
"Ahem, you've already found Zhou Fuhai, right? The price is 20,000 yuan." The man corrected his tone to look more imposing.
"Tell me, after that, I came with you to get the money. I was in a hurry and didn't bring it with me. If you don't believe me, just go to the Gujing Teahouse and ask for it. I'm the owner of the teahouse." Lin Mo said lightly.
The ghost was obviously startled when he heard about Gujing Teahouse. He then calmed down and said a few words to the man opposite. Only then did the man suddenly realize what he said and his tone became a little more polite.
"Well, Zhou Fuhai, right? Zhou Fuhai is going to study this week...eh?"
The man's voice suddenly stopped, as if the cassette was stuck, and he could no longer speak.
"What's going on?" Lin Mo frowned.
"Hiss, if Zhou Fuhai dies this week, he will be dead by then."
The man said this hesitantly, but his tone sounded to Lin Mo as if even this ghostwriter had no way of determining whether the matter was true or false.
"Are you sure he died at that time?" This question is very important to Lin Mo.
"If you are talking about Zhou Fuhai, who became a surgeon at the Third People's Hospital two years ago, you should be right. It's just that this guy died a little strangely."
The man's tone became increasingly weird, as if he was suspecting something, but he seemed unable to confirm it.