Yejia opened the door expressionlessly.

Not surprisingly, two familiar faces appeared at the door.

Zhao Guangcheng and... Cheng Cezhi.

The former looked surprised, while the latter was dodging, obviously not coming back to his senses from the shock a few days ago.

Seeing Ye Jia, Zhao Guangcheng quickly looked down at the form in his hand and raised his head in surprise: "Ah! It turns out it's you! I said why did you look so familiar to see this name just now..."

Cheng Cezhi smiled reluctantly: "Brother Ye, good morning."

The little black hand who arrived after hearing the sound leaned out from behind Ye Jia and waved to him enthusiastically: "Hi!!!"

"..." Cheng Cezhi seemed to faint again.

"So," Yejia asked, "Why are you two this time?"

Zhao Guangcheng smirked and scratched his head: "Isn't there enough people in the bureau..."

OK, I understand, I don't need more explanation.

After a few simple conversations, Ye Jia roughly understood the current investigation progress of the Administration.

The man he met yesterday was named Wang Shize. He lived two blocks away from here. The two had already visited the hospital and had a brief conversation with the person involved.

"This doesn't look like being trapped in a nightmare," said Cheng Cezhi.

"Yes, it's too deliberate and too targeted." Zhao Guangcheng nodded and concluded: "It's more like a wronged soul."

Being trapped in a nightmare is usually random, while being hurt by an unjust soul is completely different. They are life-seeking ghosts and only look for people who are related to their own death.

Cheng Cezhi agreed: "I also feel that Wang Shize, I always feel like he is hiding something."

They quickly decided to divide the labor.

Cheng Cezhi said: "I go to the police station to search for the file to see if this Wang Shize is related to any murder or missing case."

"Okay." Zhao Guangcheng nodded: "Then Ye Jia and I will go to his house to see if we can find out any clues from his family."

Yejia, who was inexplicably cueed: "..."

Damn it, why?

Zhao Guangcheng looked at Ye Jia and said embarrassedly: "Hehe...it is mainly because the efficiency of separate operations is much higher, but there must be someone who can operate the instruments when going to the scene-"

He looked at Ye Jia with a cold face, patted his chest and said, "And today I will treat you to dinner! Make milk tea on the way! Please order whatever you want!"

Ye Zheng was about to decline: "Or..."

At this time, the bored little black hand came over and showed off to him excitedly: "Yes, do you know that the little golden beans can be recharged? I just bought a lot of golden beans..."

"Ding Dong."

The phone on the desktop was slightly shocked.

A text message popped up.

Ye Jia looked down at the balance: "..."

Hard, fists hard.

He counted his budget for dinner tonight in his heart, took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Guangcheng who was staring at him, and pulled a reluctant smile:

“…A word is determined.”

Twenty minutes later.

Yejia and Zhao Guangcheng came to the bottom of an honest residential building.

The faded wall skin is mottled, and various colors of clothes are hung in the anti-theft iron window. The green plants that are not trimmed in time are poked out of the window, looking very lifelike.

Ye Jia looked up at the building in front of him, frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze.

The two walked in one after another.

There is no elevator in the residential building. Even though it is still during the day, the light in the corridor is still very dim, and the narrow corridors are filled with messy debris, making it more and more difficult to walk.

Zhao Guangcheng stopped in front of one of the doors.

He knocked on the door: "Hello, is it Mr. Wang Shize's house?"

A woman's nervous voice came from inside the door, which sounded high and sharp in the narrow corridor: "We don't buy anything!"

"We are the special affairs investigation department," Zhao Guangcheng said patiently: "Can you borrow two minutes?"

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching came from the door.

"Kala" and "Kala".

The sound of metal collision when the door latch is pulled sounded in the corridor, followed by the sound of iron chains, and finally the door handle that is locked.

It took more than a minute to use it.

Zhao Guangcheng and Ye Jia looked at each other unexpectedly.

Finally, the door opened.

A woman's blue and white and panicked face appeared from the crack in the door, looking out: "What are you looking for my husband?"

Zhao Guangcheng showed her his ID and continued:

"It's just a routine investigation. Has there something strange happening to your home recently?"

A tremor of horror flashed across the woman's face. She shook for a moment, then shook her head vigorously: "No, no."

She wanted to close the door, but Zhao Guangcheng quickly blocked her feet: "Wait, I think you already know what happened to your husband yesterday, right?"

The woman shivered more obviously:

"So what?"

"Madam, I hope you don't take these things seriously," Zhao Guangcheng frowned anxiously, and his attitude became serious: "Do you know that if this continues, you and your husband may not have lived long..."

A swaying look flashed in the woman's eyes.

During the stalemate between the two, Zhao Guangcheng's cell phone suddenly rang.

After saying a few simple words to the person on the phone, his expression changed slightly.

After hanging up the phone, he asked slowly: "Your sister Zhao Xiake, she fell into a reservoir five years ago and drowned, right?"

"What...!" The woman's face suddenly changed. She stared at her blood-stained eyes, her face slightly distorted due to fear and anger. She looked particularly ferocious with her blue-white face: "Get out! Get out of me! Who gave you the power to say these things at my doorstep, these nonsense! This is my home, get out of me!"

She wanted to close the door, while Zhao Guangcheng stood against the door and refused to let her close it.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and the situation became tense for a while.

Ye Jia suddenly spoke and interrupted: "I believe you should know your current situation."

His voice was very calm, and the slightly cold voice was filled with a little indifference, which made people feel shocked:

"No one will believe what you said, no one can understand your experience," Ye Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and pulled Zhao Guangcheng backwards from the door, preventing him from blocking the door: "And we are the only one who can help you now."

He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the nervous woman in front of him. His light amber pupils shone brightly in the dim light, and his voice was still calm:

"So, are you sure you want to turn us out?"

The woman's hand holding the door trembled slightly, her eyes flashing.

After a long time, she seemed to have finally been drained from her body, and she became depressed. She took two steps back and her voice came from the dark room in a muffled manner:

“…Come in.”

·

"... At the beginning, there were a few phone calls." Zhao Wanjun buried her face in her palm and said tremblingly: "I called over in the middle of the night, and no one spoke when I answered, and I could only hear the sound of water droplets."

"Later, we could hear the sound of water everywhere, on the road, at home, at work..." She raised her tortured eyes, and the blue and black under her eyes were shocking: "It's not that kind, the ordinary sound of water that can be heard in life, but the sound that falls drop by drop... The regular sound is like the faucet is not tightened, and that sound is getting closer and closer to us."

"Five days ago, we invited the master to do it, I, we angered her...and then...and..."

Zhao Wanjun shivered uncontrollably, and her voice became hoarse and sharp due to fear:

"She came to knock on our door every night since that day! Every night!"

She shouted hysterically:

"Her death was an accident, an accident!! It's not my fault... it's not my fault!!"

Zhao Guangcheng winked at Ye Jia, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you believe what she said?"

Ye Jia asked back: "Don't you believe it?"

"Of course!" Zhao Guangcheng said firmly: "If the wronged souls seek life, they will go to find people who indirectly or directly kill them. If they die unexpectedly, their residual souls will not be able to drift for that long."

He continued: "I want me to tell you that we will report to the combat department to solve this wronged soul, and then contact the police through the bureau to re-invest the truth of the incident five years ago..."

Before Zhao Guangcheng could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Ye Jia:

"Why have you been waiting for five years?"
To be continued...