Grocery Store No.514

Ling Huaan pointed to the place where the resentment was entangled, and asked, "Zhang Mian, is there a path here?"

Zhang Mian looked at it and said, "Yes, there is indeed a small road here. To be precise, it should be an alley."

"Come on, let me go over there and see." Ling Huaan took the cane and turned around and walked into the alley.

Zhang Mian hurriedly stepped forward, took Ling Huaan's arm, and led the belt towards the middle of the alley, saying, "Mr. Ling, be careful, the alley is a cement road, and there are ditches dug on both sides."

Ling Huaan walked into the alley with the help of Zhang Mian, and came to the place where the grievances were. He stopped, turned to look over, and said, "What is Zhang Mian's place here?"

"It's a family, and the place where we stand is facing the gate of his house."

"Look at the house number, is it 32?"

Zhang Mian looked at the number plate on the fence and asked curiously, "Yes, it is indeed No. 32. Mr. Ling, how did you know? Is this your friend's house?"

Without waiting for Ling Huaan to reply, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Who are you looking for?"

The voice should be an old lady, Ling Huaan turned around and asked with a smile, "Auntie, is this Huang Aimin's house?"

The old lady looked at the two of them and said, "Yes, he is not at home, do you have anything to do with him?"

"Auntie, we are from a neighboring village. We used to go to his shop to repair electrical appliances. This time, I came to repair electrical appliances, but his shop was not open, so we came to our house to look for it."

When the old lady heard this, her tone became more kind and said, "That's it. He has something to do today, so he didn't open a shop. If you guys want to repair home appliances, come back tomorrow and call him before you come. A phone call saves you a trip in vain."

"What Auntie said is. It's mainly because I repaired home appliances a few times before. Every time the store was open, I didn't think about making a phone call." Ling Hua settled down and continued, "Listen to Auntie. Your tone, you are very familiar with Master Huang?"

"I'm a motherfucker, I live at the top of this alley, I'm tired of running all the way, why don't you come home with me for a glass of water?"

Ling Huaan said politely, "Will that be too disturbing."

"Don't bother, my wife has nothing to do with me anyway, and you are my son's regular guests, so you should entertain me. Let's go, let's go with me."

"Thank you aunty then."

The old lady walked in front, Ling Huaan and Zhang Mian followed, he took out the bell from his pocket, chanted the incantation silently, let Lin Fanglu out, and whispered: "Go and look in the yard Is there a ghost, bring her here."

Lin Fanglu asked eagerly, "Mr. Ling, is there any news about my daughter?"

"No, but the police are doing their best to investigate, I hope you can cooperate."

"It's been so long with no news, how do you guys do things? If there's something wrong with Miaomiao..." Lin Fanglu stared at Ling Huaan with blood-red eyes, her resentment was growing.

Ling Huaan stopped talking nonsense, put Lin Fanglu in the bell again, and whispered, "I will do my best to help you, but because you don't cooperate, I won't let you out in the future."

"Mr. Ling, are you talking to me?" Zhang Mian looked around and asked curiously.

"No." Ling Huaan released Ma Xiaohan and said, "Xiaohan, go inside to see if there are any ghosts, and if there are any ghosts, lead her to the innermost yard in the alley. inside."

Ma Xiaohan looked at Huang Aimin's yard, nodded and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely complete the task."

Although Ling Huaan's voice was very low, Zhang Mian, who was walking beside him, could still hear it clearly. He looked around again to make sure there was no one else, thinking of the haunted hotel before, He couldn't help swallowing and whispered, "Mr. Ling, who are you talking to?"

"I'm on the phone." Ling Huaan gave a rather perfunctory reason and changed the subject: "Are you there yet?"

Zhang Mian looked at Ling Huaan's earphones, and although she was a little suspicious, she didn't ask any more questions and said, "Here, the old lady is opening the door."

Listening to the sound of metal colliding, Ling Huaan guessed that the door of this house should be an old-fashioned door lock. There was a rumbling sound, which should be the sound of the metal door being pushed open.

The old lady turned to look at the two of them and said with a smile, "Come in, be careful of the threshold."

Ling Huaan entered the door with the help of Zhang Mian, and led the old lady to the living room. The living room is not small. Like ordinary people, the furniture is complete, but it is too messy. There is a pair of tableware and chopsticks on the coffee table. There is half a bowl of soup left in the bowl. Next to it is a plate of fried eggplants that have eaten half of it. There are still vegetable residues on the table. Next to the coffee table is an old-fashioned sofa. The original color of the sofa can no longer be seen. It is covered with a cloth with a blue pattern similar to a bed sheet. There were even a bunch of socks in the corner of the sofa.

The old lady said warmly, "Sit on the sofa, I will pour water for you."

Looking at the messy environment in front of her, Zhang Mian frowned slightly, looked around, moved two benches, one for Ling Huaan and one for herself, smiled and said, "Aunt, the weather today is Yes, let's bask in the sun in the yard and chat."

"Also. Then go to the yard and I'll pour tea for you." It could be heard that the old lady was very hospitable.

The two sat down in the yard, Ling Huaan's eyes were always looking in the direction of Huang Aimin's house. A gust of gloomy wind blew, and Ma Xiaohan floated over quickly and said loudly, "Uncle, there is a ghost, she is here."

As soon as Ma Xiaohan finished speaking, a female ghost with blood-red eyes floated in in the direction of the door. He had a pale face, and was wearing red pajamas. There were obvious fingerprints on his neck. At a glance, he knew that he had been strangled to death. Ma Xiaohan quickly hid behind Ling Huaan, the female ghost looked over with blood-red eyes, gloomy and cold, without the slightest emotion.

Footsteps sounded, and the old lady came out carrying a chair with two cups of tea on it. Zhang Mian saw it, walked over quickly, and said, "Auntie, let me come."

The old lady didn't insist. Seeing Zhang Mian reaching out to pick it up, she handed over the chair and said, "My son bought this tea. You can't go wrong. You can try it."

"Thank you, Auntie, you are too kind." Zhang Mian put the chair next to Ling Huaan, looked at the clean glass, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Huaan stood up immediately and stood in front of the old lady, forcing the female ghost to stop and said, "Aunt, do you have a Band-Aid here? Frayed toe."

"Yes, you wait, I'll get it for you." The old lady turned around and entered the room again.

Ling Huaan turned to look at Zhang Mian and said, "Zhang Mian, go and look for the old lady."

Although Zhang Mian was a little strange, he didn't ask much, stood up and followed into the room.

Ling Huaan took out the bell, chanted the incantation silently, and took the female ghost in. Putting the bell in his pocket, Ling Huaan raised his voice and said, "Zhang Mian, I called from home just now, saying that something happened, and we have to go back immediately."

"Okay, come right away." Zhang Mian walked out quickly, followed by the old lady.

"Auntie, something happened at home, we have to go back immediately without delay, thank you for your tea."

The old lady waved her hand and said, "You take care of Aimin's business, it's me who should be thanked. Don't talk about this, how are your feet, or wait until I find a Band-Aid and stick it on before you leave? "

"No, there is an urgent matter at home, then we will go first."

The two did not delay any longer. After saying goodbye to the old lady, they left the village directly.

From Xiaowangzhuang, Zhang Mian drove Ling Huaan back to the grocery store. After confirming that Ling Huaan had no other needs, Zhang Mian drove back to the company.

Pang Li, the salesperson, saw Ling Huaan pushing the door, and hurriedly greeted, "Boss, you're back."

Ling Huaan nodded and asked, "Xiao Pang, what time is it?"

Pang Li looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "It's just five o'clock."

Ling Huaan thought about it and said, "You are busy, I'm going upstairs."

"Boss, let me take you upstairs." Pang Li took two steps forward and grabbed Ling Huaan's arm.

"Don't bother, I can do it myself." Ling Huaan gently broke away from Pang Li's pull, and went upstairs with a cane.

Pang Li is a newly recruited employee. The previous salesperson resigned and returned to her hometown. After getting along for a few days, Ling Huaan always felt that there was something wrong with this Pang Li, she was too enthusiastic for him, and she had physical contact with him from time to time, which made Ling Huaan a little disgusted, thinking about whether to change the salesperson.

Going to the second floor, Ling Huaan pushed open the door and walked in, looked at Ma Xiaohan and said, "Xiaohan, go down and look at the store, especially what Pang Li has done, if If there is abnormal behavior, let me know immediately."

"Uncle, I'll go right now." After Ma Xiaohan finished speaking, he went out the door and went downstairs.

Ling Huaan changed into loose clothes, and fumbled to the bathroom. After a simple wash, he went to the kitchen. After a while, he put the fried pork ribs into the pressure cooker. After setting the time, Ling Huaan returned to the living room, lay on the sofa and took a nap. He was half asleep when he heard a sound at the door, and he instantly woke up.

The door opened and closed, and then there was another rustling sound, followed by light footsteps.

Seeing Ling Huaan lying on the sofa, Jiang Chengyan thought he was still sleeping, so he lightened his pace, and when he came closer, he realized that he was awake.

Walking to Ling Huaan and sitting down, Jiang Chengyan asked softly, "Huaan, did I wake you up?"

Ling Huaan sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist naturally, and said, "Yeah, I was having a spring dream, and at a critical moment, I was interrupted by Team Jiang."

"Spring Dream?" Jiang Chengyan looked at Ling Huaan dangerously and said, "Who is the protagonist of Spring Dream?"

"Guess." Ling Huaan smiled.

Jiang Chengyan couldn't help laughing and said, "Guess me?"

"I guess Team Jiang would like to know." The smile in Ling Hua'an's eyes gradually deepened.

Jiang Chengyan also raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Then do you say it or not?"

"Okay, let's not tease you, let's talk about business."

Jiang Chengyan's eyes lit up and said, "Huan, did you gain anything from this trip to Xiaowangzhuang?"

Ling Huaan nodded, took out the cow's tears, and said, "I found a grudge, and I want Team Jiang to help me identify whether she is Zhang Cuilian."

Jiang Chengyan dripped a tear from a cow, wiped it on his eyelids, and said, "Huaan, I'm ready."

Ling Huaan took out the bell and shook it. Between her lips, she had finished chanting the incantation. A female ghost surrounded by resentment appeared in front of the two of them out of thin air.