Chapter 954

Room 203 was not small, and it was completely different from the hostel style that seemed to be from the eighties. The decoration inside was in the style of the sixties. Yes, it was that kind of thick carpet, shiny floor, typical two old-fashioned single sofas, and floor lamps. Plus heavy curtains that seemed to be velvet, Bai Lang almost wanted to find an iron-cased thermos to hit hot water downstairs.

The layout of 203 was one room, one living room, and one bathroom. The living room had long-haired carpets and two single sofas, a coffee table and a desk, and an boss chair. The lighting was the desk lamp on the desk, the floor lamp by the sofa—all had traditional cloth lamp covers. Other photos were the circular lamp in the center of the hall, and the light was not bright. The main reliance was the brightness provided by the large windows during the day.

The living room area was more than twenty square meters, and pushing the door open was the bedroom, which had a double-opening large window, a two-meter by two-point-five-meter double bed, a desk and a chair, and a chaise longue. Opposite the double bed was a TV cabinet. This TV was an advanced 64-inch night view. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed, and of course, there were desk lamps. The bedroom also had more than twenty square meters.

"It's indeed quite traditional, and I quite like it. The bedroom's overhead lighting only had a circular lamp on the top, and the desk lamp, which is this? Perhaps only Beijing will have it." Sitting on the bed and feeling it, this was definitely the highest-grade Simmons, very comfortable.

The bathroom had two doors leading to the living room and bedroom. This bathroom actually had more than ten square meters. Everything that should be there was there, and the toilet was even a smart toilet lid. This was the only thing in this place that didn't look like the sixties or seventies. As for the bathtub with feet and the enclosed shower room, it looked very old-fashioned.

"In this way, it's actually not bad." Bai Lang even found not only indoor pajamas and bathrobes in the bedroom wardrobe, but also several sets of different outdoor clothing, from suits to casual jeans. Of course, there were also towels, bath towels, and bathrobes in the bathroom. Bai Lang first washed thoroughly, then took the key downstairs to prepare for dinner.

In the restaurant, except for the old man at the front desk, Bai Lang also saw the chef standing in front of the serving window—it was an auntie, and there were three others in the restaurant. One of them should be a room service attendant according to the clothes, also an auntie, and the other two should be guests like him. "If I'm not mistaken, these two should be perverts, right?"

A young man and a middle-aged woman, both had dark circles under their eyes, their eyes looked very strange, and their temperament was also the kind of extremely nervous type, as if they would grab a kitchen knife and cut people everywhere at any time. Bai Lang just glanced at it and ignored it, eating by himself. The dishes were not many, but the quantity was very sufficient.

He took a dozen big steamed buns, and hit a large bowl of offal soup, and took two large bowls of one meat and one vegetable, Bai Lang started to eat. "Yo, this craftsmanship is really good, the Lu cuisine master is authentic enough." When he was eating and drinking, the old man at the front desk walked over slowly, put a piece of paper and a key in front of him.

"Yo, this is business?" Bai Lang swallowed his meal in big mouthfuls, and turned his head to look at the paper. "Understood, I will go after eating."

Picking up the key, Bai Lang jumped directly into the cockpit of Road Rage, and patted the camera inside the car with this piece of paper. "Ha, this is a job?" The electronic synthesis sound sounded, "Don't transform, it's boring if you blow the building away." Bai Lang said, Road Rage didn't seem to be a typical Decepticon, this guy was very able to endure loneliness—or rather, he preferred sleep mode.

The car arrived at a residential area. Beijing only had this disadvantage, everywhere was some kind of courtyard residential area, which was quite inconvenient. And the address on the paper was Room 302, Building 4. Bai Lang opened the door with the key. "Ho, it's quite cool. You don't even need to turn on the air conditioning here." Looking at it, there was no tall greening, but it was cool.

There was no one in the room, but the furniture was all available. And what Bai Lang had to deal with was a ghost, "It seems that the Investigation Bureau is also hard-hearted, directly taking this thing to test people like us who have 'abnormalities'." Bai Lang muttered, and looked up at the ceiling.

Upstairs was a haunted house. The female ghost inside would kill the tenants who rented the room where she died and the room below her. Judging from the description on the paper, these people were all scared to death. That is to say, this female ghost had no physical attack ability. It was quite suitable for testing folk people—it was just a bit wasteful of people.

"This is a classic paragraph of horror novels." Bai Lang said. At the moment, he closed the door and sat in the hall, sitting like a god of demons descending from heaven, truly a human Tai Sui god. In the blink of an eye, all the murderous aura was collected, revealing a weak appearance. He stroked his beard and sighed, "Alas, I don't understand the art of change. This appearance is only good for deceiving the little ghost who is blind."

But if this ghost had a brain—even a phantom brain, seeing this burly man with tiger whiskers and hanging eyebrows in the hall, I'm afraid he would turn around and run away. Not to mention rushing up to harm people, it would be good if he wasn't eaten by this person.

Bai Lang was also helpless. He sat here just to confirm whether the female ghost had a brain, and also recalled the information on the paper. "Murdered and dismembered, it has been two years and the case has not been solved. The woman's social relations are relatively complex. Although she graduated from university, she was unemployed and doing live broadcasts. There were quite a few male friends coming and going..."

This kind of girl was easily infringed. Just combing through all her social relations, and then watching the surveillance footage nearby, would consume huge manpower and material resources. The most critical thing was that this woman became a ghost, but she didn't seem to go to kill the murderer who killed her, but instead harmed the unlucky tenant.

If it weren't for the fact that her evil deeds were limited to two rooms, if it expanded to a whole building, the official personnel of the Investigation Bureau would have come to the door long ago. Bai Lang also understood this point. The sky gradually darkened. Bai Lang turned on the TV and found that it was still powered, so he watched TV while waiting for the female ghost to come to the door.

Time gradually reached ten o'clock in the evening. Bai Lang heard the sound of something rolling and dragging on the ceiling, and couldn't help but curse, finding a mop to poke the ceiling, "Hey, have some public morality." He pretended to be a tenant who didn't know anything. It was quiet for a while, and then it started again.

So Bai Lang also very naturally opened the door, went upstairs to knock on the door of 402, "Hmm, the Yin energy is not well collected, it's really a little ghost." Bai Lang secretly laughed, and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened... ===== CHAPTER 955 =====