After her health bar disappeared one after another, Anning finally realized where the trap was waiting for her.
If she appears randomly without knowing who the other wronged soul is, she might frighten the other wronged soul to death, which would lead to her own demise.
This is not what Anning wants to see either.
But as soon as she appears outside through the attic, she might randomly scare an innocent passerby. She just wanted to pick up a newspaper to read, but ended up taking a chunk of their health bar.
Well, if that's how it's going to be, then don't blame her for being heartless and ruthless.
A sly smile flashed in An Ning's eyes as she looked down at the newspaper in her hand.
The contents of the newspaper were exactly the same as what she had overheard, but what she wanted to know was what role she played in it.
The vengeful spirit of that old woman who died?
Who is the other wronged soul? The old woman's husband?
If that's the case, then since it's a wronged spirit, it means the old woman's husband also died a violent death, and was very likely murdered by someone.
Since she's an old lady, she's not afraid of getting fat.
Those who have taken the money have no qualms about killing; their spouses are already dead, so it doesn't matter if they die again. The important thing is to make the murderer pay with their life.
Anning crumpled the newspaper and threw it back onto the dilapidated desk, still stained with the artificial blood from her hands.
After checking rooms 106 and 107 without finding anything, Jiang Yu went back to room 105. But as soon as he entered, the newspaper that they had spread out was crumpled up again and thrown down in front of him.
Moreover, the bloodstains on it were very fresh, and the hole in the ceiling hadn't even been covered up yet.
He felt no fear whatsoever, but simply walked quickly forward, hoping to glean some useful information from the opening. However, he was being too optimistic.
Jiang Yu still came up empty-handed.
The moment his footsteps sounded, the hole in the attic was plugged back up, and the ceiling was plastered with putty, but when he looked up, he couldn't see a single crack.
Yes, there are no gaps at all.
The desk in front of him looked so rotten that Jiang Yu suspected it couldn't support his weight at all; it was very likely that it would collapse before he even stepped on it.
Jiang Yu looked around and found that the only thing that could possibly support his weight was that old-fashioned iron bed that looked decent.
Although the iron bed was covered in rust, Jiang Yu kicked it several times without noticing anything unusual.
If that's the case, then he'll step onto the bed and investigate.
Without hesitation, Jiang Yu moved the iron bed to the position of the desk and stepped directly onto it.
The residential building wasn't very tall. Jiang Yu could easily reach the ceiling by standing on the half-meter-high bed and stretching out his arms; he couldn't even fully extend his fingertips.
He groped around the hole that had been exposed, his fingertips curling up and tapping on the ceiling.
The hollow sound created an echo, which confirmed his guess.
There's nothing under this ceiling!
What could be hidden inside?
Jiang Yu placed his hands on the spot where the hole had appeared, applied slight pressure with his fingertips, and pushed upwards. This ceiling panel, which looked like it was covered with putty, was actually pushed open by him!
He suddenly looked up at the empty space, but when he saw what was inside, he was completely stunned.
What Jiang Yu saw was not something strange or bizarre, nor was it a terrifying scene; he saw a human face.
It was a very familiar face.
He had seen this man in many different ways.
This person is An Ning.
An Ning's face completely blocked the empty space. When she met Jiang Yu's gaze, she blinked and showed an extremely innocent expression, "I just glanced at it."
She was explaining why she took the newspaper.
Jiang Yu's breath hitched. The two of them were too close. An Ning's breath could hit her face, and he could even see the fine downy hairs on her face.
He tilted his head back slightly. "You... how did you get up here?"
He felt that the most important thing he should do right now was not to chat with Anning here, but to lock the door of room 105 tightly so that no one else could come in.
Otherwise, An Ning would likely have been discovered by others.
Anning pondered for a moment before answering his question, "I am a ghost."
It is concise, straightforward, and unvarnished.
Even Jiang Yu, who was used to An Ning's personality, was momentarily stunned by her words.
"Are you the octogenarian woman who perished in the fire?" he asked almost instinctively.
"So you're the descendant who will divide up my million-dollar compensation?" An Ning retorted, her eyes clear and her speech unhurried.
It's like asking something trivial.
Jiang Yu's answer was decisive, "No!"
"oh."
No, you are.
An Ning's expression remained unchanged, but she stared intently at Jiang Yu. The two stared at each other for about ten seconds before An Ning broke the silence, "What do you mean now? Are you going to arrest me?"
"No." Jiang Yu refused decisively.
Seeing his decisiveness, An Ning felt even more at ease. "Then how about we form an alliance, and you become my informant?"
This time, Jiang Yu finally hesitated. "Tell me, if I agree, what if they find out and beat me to death?"
The "they" he referred to meant everyone except him and Anning.
Hearing his words, Anning thought for a moment, "Should I help you fight back then?"
She didn't answer Jiang Yu's question directly, clearly thinking that Jiang Yu's guess was reasonable.
"Then I'll reluctantly be your informant," Jiang Yu said with a smile, completely disregarding the rules of the game and not thinking about anything else.
Viewers in the live stream went crazy when they saw this.
"What are those two doing? Can anyone tell me what they're doing? Isn't this a haunted house? Are they falling in love in a haunted house?"
"I'm going to kill these two and leave their bodies to rot in the wilderness!"
"Has no one noticed that An Ning doesn't need informants at all? She has access to the surveillance footage on all the floors. What does she need Jiang Yu for? Could Jiang Yu possibly see more than she does? If she can't even see it, how could Jiang Yu possibly see it? Isn't this just a delaying tactic?"
"Can I borrow your brain from upstairs?"
After the two reached an agreement and formed an alliance, An Ning decisively and quickly closed the ceiling again, but before that, she tossed Jiang Yu an earphone.
Jiang Yu didn't ask any more questions and put on the headphones directly. Before that, he looked up at the ceiling and said something.
The sound was too low; even the people in the live stream couldn't hear it. The only one who heard it was Anning, who happened to be watching the monitor up there.
Don't lie to me.
An Ning didn't answer, but thought to herself:
That's impossible.
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