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The charming fragrance came, and Lin Yuchun looked at me intently, his eyes were moving and he was breathing like orchid. The collar on his chest was half open, and he was absolutely confident in his figure and appearance.

I smiled slightly, leaned back, and put my hands behind my head.

"Ms. Lin, everyone has different pursuits. I don't want to be famous."

The charming smile solidified instantly.

"Don't you understand what I mean?" Unexpectedly, my reaction was so cold. Lin Sichun put down the untouched tea cup and frowned slightly.

"Of course I understand. You provide information about rich people, and I will be responsible for pretending to be a ghost. We will share the money we make." I half-smiled.

"Don't say it so harshly. You have to know that the money you make from one business after you become famous may be more than you make in a year."

"Ms. Lin, are you short of money?"

Lin Yuchun was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Li Yunfeng, I'm helping you, what's your attitude?"

"When did I ask you to help me? Miss Lin, we are not that familiar yet! If there is nothing else, please leave and don't delay my business."

At this time, my cell phone rang at the right time, and I took the opportunity to issue an eviction order.

Lin Yuchun stood up suddenly, his towering chest rising and falling, and his anger was hard to calm down.

"I guess I misjudged you. You are no longer the daring Li Yunfeng back then!" Lin Yuchun turned around bitterly, her high heels clicking on the ground.

He walked to the door and returned, taking out an exquisite business card from his designer bag.

"This is my business card. If you change your mind, you can contact me."

"Thanks, but no need." I didn't reach out to take the business card.

"You? You don't know what's good and what's good!"

Lin Yuchun threw his business card in my face and left angrily.

I shook my head and threw the business card into the trash can.

There was an additional missed call on my phone from an unknown local number. I took a look at it and called the caller back.

The phone rang once and was answered, and the other party seemed to be waiting there.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Li Yunfeng?" A woman's nervous and low voice came from the receiver, which sounded slightly familiar.

"Yes, it's me."

The other party seemed to be relieved: "Great, it's really you. I'm your neighbor on the 17th floor. We met in the community that day and you gave me a business card. Do you remember?"

is her?

The middle-aged woman who was afraid of the cold quickly appeared in my mind. When she left the elevator, I glanced at my mobile phone in the Kaitan live broadcast room and saw a dark shadow on her back.

"Of course I remember, what do you want?"

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged woman said, "I want to talk to you. Is it convenient for you to come to my house now?"

"Of course." I was worried about not being able to enter Yunhui Yayuan, so I happily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, I packed up and rode over on a small electric donkey.

Half an hour later, I appeared at the gate of Yunhui Yayuan and called a middle-aged woman to come down and pick me up.

"After that meeting, I never saw you again. I went to the real estate agent to ask, and they told me that the 18th floor was not sold at all. I thought I saw something I shouldn't have seen again."

The middle-aged woman's name is Song Zhujun. She came alone without her black back.

She was still so afraid of the cold that she wore long sleeves and trousers on hot days, and a thick shawl on her shoulders.

"Sorry, Ms. Song, I don't actually live in Yunhui Yayuan." I smiled apologetically and followed her through the gloomy garden.

"I guessed it when I called you. But there is no one on the 18th floor. What are you doing there?" Song Zhujun looked at me and asked while standing six buildings down.

I thought for a moment and answered truthfully: "To be honest, I didn't know there was anyone on the 18th floor beforehand. I was originally going to investigate some things."

"Investigating what?"

"I was looking for someone and found a set of keys where she left. They were the keys to the 18th floor here. I thought the keys were hers, so I came here."

"Who would leave their business card after doing bad things?" Song Zhujun smiled, "After you went to the 18th floor, did you find the person you were looking for?

"No, there's no one in the house, but it's complete with daily necessities. It doesn't look like it's been unoccupied."

"No one is here, but there are daily necessities. Is it occupied or unoccupied?" Song Zhujun frowned.

"To be honest, I also want to know this question." I shrugged.

Song Zhujun swiped his card to open the door, took me in, and took the elevator.

"What did you want to talk about when you came to me today?"

"Let's talk inside."

Song Zhujun glanced around nervously, as if there was someone else in the elevator.

I frowned, quietly took out my mobile phone from the ghost talk studio, and turned on the camera.

There was no black shadow behind Song Zhujun, and there was nothing unusual in the entire elevator. Could it be because of the daytime?

Ding.

We arrived at the 17th floor, and the elevator door slowly opened.

Song Zhujun opened the door with the key and invited me in.

The layout of the house is the same as that on the 18th floor. It is very simple without decoration and has very few furniture. It looks empty and has a cold feeling.

The curtains were widely opened, but not much sunlight came in. Even without the air conditioner, it was still cold.

No wonder Song Zhujun wears so many.

"Why didn't you see your dog?" The house was very quiet. The black guy got angry when he saw me. There was no sound at all today.

"It's sick." Song Zhujun looked gloomy, poured me a glass of hot water, and sat down across from the sofa.

"In the past few days, it has become more and more abnormal. It won't eat or drink during the day, and at night it will fill the room with barking, like crazy."