After unzipping the black backpack, the first thing Zhong Yi saw was two pieces of clothing.

The last time, when Mr. Zhong had a meeting with the police about coming to the hot spring hotel for investigation, Zhong Yi was also present. He also helped Mr. Zhong, his grandfather, pack some things that needed to be brought.

Compared with the strict hierarchical family tradition of the Bai family, the atmosphere in which the Zhong family gets along in daily life can be considered very normal.

Although due to family traditions, they don't get along as closely as ordinary people, but it is still normal for the grandson to help his grandfather pack things to take with him when going out.

So Zhong Yi recognized it at the first sight. This was the woolen vest he packed in the suitcase for his grandfather, Mr. Zhong. He was afraid that the old man would feel cold, so he prepared some extra clothes.

When Mr. Zhong drove out of the hot spring hotel, he did not take any luggage with him. He rushed out of the hot spring hotel alone and then collapsed at the door.

It can be seen that the situation was indeed critical at that time. It was great that he could survive, let alone take the things away.

But the strange thing is that when the police later entered the hotel room to investigate, they did not find Mr. Zhong’s luggage, and the luggage of the other three people who came in with Mr. Zhong was also not found. Now it seems that these things are all here.

Of course, Mr. Zhong brought his notebook with him, so it was not lost like the luggage.

Did the police later search this room?

Zhong Yi thought about it seriously, but he couldn't remember it. Although he participated in the police investigation throughout, there were too many rooms in the hot spring hotel and the scope was too wide. It was impossible for him to remember every detail, especially the details of the places where nothing special was found.

Since he couldn't remember, he decided not to think about it anymore. He took out Mr. Zhong's woolen vest. The vest, like the black backpack, was wet and looked like it had just been pulled out of the water. However, the bag was placed in a pile of towels wrapped in plastic paper, which greatly reduced the evaporation of moisture. It was also impossible to tell how long it had been out of the water by looking at the dryness or wetness of the backpack.

After taking out a woolen vest, there were some sundries underneath, including a mobile phone, two pairs of swimming trunks, an eight-diagram mirror, a brush, and some paper scraps, which looked like soaked talisman paper.

Officer Xiao Li doesn't carry these things. Apart from his cell phone, he should only have a talisman. As someone who has worked with Officer Xiao Li many times, Zhong Yi knows something about these things.

So these sundries did not belong to Officer Xiao Li. Zhong Yi recognized that some of them belonged to Lao Hu and some to Uncle Shan, but why these things appeared in Officer Xiao Li's backpack was a question, just like why this backpack appeared here wet, it was also a question.

After taking out the things, Zhong Yi took the phone and tried to turn it on. The phone was soaked in water. He had no hope at first, so he pressed it casually. Unexpectedly, the screen lit up, then reminded that the battery was low, and then went dark again.

The unexpected suffocation made Zhong Yi almost jump up from the ground. He quickly pulled out a towel from the pile of towels and wrapped the phone in it to absorb moisture. Then he searched the room and found a socket. He then felt in his large windbreaker and took out the phone charging cable.

As a person who always prepares for a rainy day, Zhong Yi actually brought a power bank with him, but it broke when he fell into the hot spring pool last night. The charging cable, however, can be used.

While charging his mobile phone, Zhong Yi was not idle either. When he pulled out a towel just now, he found that there seemed to be something behind the pile of towels. He moved all the towels away, looked at the things blocked by the towels, and took a deep breath.

It looked like a garbage dump, or a recycling station, or a dollar store sale. Everything inside looked like it had just been pulled out of the water, and was all covered in moisture.

Those were the things he knew, the personal belongings carried by Uncle Shan or Lao Hu. Of course, there were also some things he didn't recognize, such as some women's products. This made him realize that the things here were not just those of people he knew.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Yi jumped into the pile of junk and rummaged through it. He soon found two notebooks, one belonging to Uncle Shan and the other to Lao Hu.

Both notebooks were soaked in water and stuck together. Zhong Yi tried to open them, but some of them were torn and some of the words were no longer legible. He could only see a few words.

The first thing he opened was Lao Hu's notebook:

“Today…Ashan is very strange, I suspect he is not Ashan.

…

…

Xiao Li is helping to clean the hotel. When did he become so...

…

…

Water...weird...

Is it me?

Shan Shu's notes were even more severely damaged:

"don't want……

...Old Hu...

Ghost... the one who killed people was not...

You are alive!

you……

You are alive!!

You are still alive!!!"

The last few lines were written crookedly and in a very manic manner, which made people doubt the mental state of the writer at first glance.

Zhong Yi felt as if he was hit by a stick and stood there in a daze. After several seconds, he looked down at the line of words again. He knew that it was the note that Uncle Shan wrote for him to read, and the last few lines were to remind him. But to Zhong Yi at this moment, the cursive handwriting seemed as if the missing Uncle Shan was yelling at him at the top of his lungs.

"jingle--"

In the silent utility room, Zhong Yi was startled by the sound of a cell phone turning on. He turned around and looked at the phone, whose screen was slowly lighting up after charging, and suddenly thought of a question.

If he becomes a ghost, can the charging cable he carries still charge his mobile phone?

He held his notebook, slowly stood up from the pile of debris, walked to the socket, and picked up his mobile phone.

Officer Li has no habit of taking notes. This habit is just a habit passed down from his family and it is a habit developed in order to record the ghosts they encounter.

If Officer Li wanted to leave a message for them, would he leave it on the phone?

Zhong Yi was about to look through the phone but got stuck at the first step.

——He doesn’t know the power-on password.

Zhong Yi was troubled by the phone. He thought Officer Li might have left important information in the phone, but he couldn't open the phone. Didn't that mean that no information was left there?

Zhong Yi began to meditate in front of the phone. During this time, he tried all the methods he knew to open the phone, including secret mode, emergency call mode, etc., but he failed to open the phone successfully.

He was so hungry from trying that he had to take out two oranges from the box and eat them while he continued to think.

While Zhong Yi was thinking about life in front of a cell phone that didn't turn on, Chi Shen had already arrived at the administrative building. He quickly found the infirmary. It couldn't really be called a infirmary, but a security room, but it was a security room with commonly used medicines.

Chi Shen threw the manager onto a chair and began to rummage through the drawers.

The manager was shocked by Chi Shen's sudden action. After being thrown on the chair by Chi Shen, his first action was not to ask Chi Shen what he wanted to do, but to run away immediately. However, Chi Shen would definitely not let him run away. After he showed a little bit of the thought of wanting to run, he was tied to the swivel chair by Chi Shen.

"So, patients need to be obedient."

Chi Shen happily collected some alcohol, took out some bandages and Band-Aids, and prepared to bandage the manager with a kind face.

"What are you going to do!" The manager looked at Chi Shen, and finally his smiling face stopped smiling. He asked in a tone that almost sounded like tears, "You can't do this to me! Take it away, take it away!"

"Oh?" Chi Shen poured alcohol on the bandage with great interest and asked him, "You seem to be afraid of this?"

"No, no, I'm just allergic to alcohol." The manager looked at the alcohol and cold sweat broke out. It was obvious that he tried his best to stay away from the alcohol.

Chi Shen thought for a while, played with the alcohol for a while, and suddenly raised his hand and pressed the gauze soaked in alcohol on the manager's head.

"Ah——" The manager immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "No, no! Take it away! Don't touch me with this——"

Chi Shen's hand did not stop. He said, "It's written on that paper that after taking a hot spring bath, you shouldn't drink water, you should drink wine, right?"

"What? What about drinking?" asked the manager. His face turned very pale, but he keenly understood the problem.

"The reason why you dare not touch alcohol is because alcohol can disinfect and kill bacteria, but the things in your body... don't want to be killed."

"W-what?" The manager stared at him with wide eyes in horror, "Where is there anything in my body? I'm clearly dead, how can there be something in my body--"

Seeing the manager say the word dead, Chi Shen laughed: "Yes, you are dead."

As he said that, Chi Shen poured the entire bottle of alcohol on the manager's head.

The manager's screams became louder. At the same time, finger-sized bumps appeared on his scalp as if soil was turned over, and they kept rolling on top of his head. The more violently they rolled, the louder the manager's screams became.

Chi Shen tilted his head. In his hand was a fruit knife, or a paring knife, which he picked up in the kitchen last night. He raised his hand and slowly placed it on the manager's scalp, cutting a wound.

Blood dripped down his black hair. A brown line emerged from under his scalp and quickly rushed towards Chi Shen, as if trying to drill into his body.

"Sure enough, I guessed right. You thought you were a ghost, but you are not."

“You are human.”

"A real ghost doesn't know that he is dead."