Hehe, my name is Elmond. The bearded drunkard patted his chest and introduced himself. Then he smiled and said to Guan Heng: Good man, what is your name?

You know, recently people like you rarely invite me to drink. Elmond smiled bitterly and said: Hehe, ordinary people can't see me, and I don't have the guts to go to the supermarket to steal alcohol, because that will cause trouble for myself.

Trouble, it will be bad if it attracts people from the Demon Slayer...teaching...

When Guan Heng heard the name of the Demon Slayer Cult, his pupils suddenly shrank, but he just kept his doubts in his heart. What Guan Heng wanted to know most now was another thing.

Elmond, how long have you been wandering around this diagonal residential area? Guan Heng asked casually: It seems like you have been here for a long time.

Well, you are right about this. Elmond smiled and said: "But the word "fleeing" is too unpleasant. We are not outsiders. I used to live on this street when I was alive. Later, I drank too much on a snowy night.

After drinking, he froze to death on the street.

But for some reason, I still wanted to drink, so I kept wandering on the street like this. Elmond said: "So, no matter what weird things happen on this street, they can't escape me."

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Well, Guan Heng was very happy after hearing this, and threw him a photo: Hey, look carefully, have you seen the woman in the photo?

Well, I really can’t remember this clearly. Elmond, who took the photo, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a few seconds, then scratched the back of his head and said: I’m used to being confused, and I rarely remember things clearly.

Oh, with this beard, the drunkard suddenly grabbed the can of beer and took a swig: Gulu, now my mind is much clearer.

Guan Heng shook his head and sighed bitterly: You have to drink to stay sober. You are indeed an alcoholic.

Don't make any noise first, otherwise I will forget everything I just remembered as soon as the alcohol wears off. Drunkard Elmond recalled carefully: Well, I remembered this woman, this woman.

By the way, it was her Elmond slapped his forehead and shouted: This woman looks dignified, and her gorgeous clothes are easy to identify, because there are very few such ladies on this street, so I have some impressions.

She has been here frequently in the past six months. The old drunkard said with certainty: Almost every two or three days, I can see her coming and going in a hurry here.

Then do you know what she is doing here? Guan Heng asked immediately. In fact, he had already vaguely guessed the outline of the answer, and just wanted to confirm it again.

Well, she seems to have rented an inconspicuous house on Xiejie Street. Elmond said: The location is five or six hundred meters ahead in the No. 38 courtyard on the corner.

So has this woman been here in the past few days? Guan Heng then asked the old drunkard: If she had appeared, had she done anything special or encountered anything strange?

Well, this woman came here a few days ago. Elmond said: I remember it quite clearly, because I picked up a brandy bottle that day, and there was still half a mouthful of wine in it. I don’t know who was wicked and threw it into the bottle.

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As for the weird behavior you mentioned, I think the old drunkard walked around in circles twice, and he suddenly said to Guan Heng: Do you think feeding the dog is a strange behavior?

Tell me what's going on. Hurry up and tell me. When Guan Heng heard this sentence, he immediately became energetic: Tell me, don't miss any details.

That afternoon, the lady was carrying a cake box. Oh, by the way, there was the name of the pastry shop on it. It was called Purple Rose. Elmond recalled carefully and said: That box is very exquisite.

Well, I seem to have heard the guy from the pastry shop say that there was a fresh honey cake just made by Boss Taylor at the pastry shop counter that day. Guan Heng lowered his head and thought deeply: At that time, Tina was about to leave in a hurry, and Boss Taylor stopped her for the first time and gave it to her.

I bought Tina a portion and asked her to take it home and taste it.

But what about this cake? Guan Heng frowned and thought to himself: I remember that the police on-site investigation report I read clearly stated that they did not find anything similar at the scene of the suicide, and there was nothing in the box of sweets.

Guan Heng was thinking and listening to Elmond continue to narrate the previous story. The old drunkard said: When the noble lady hurried to the corner of the street, I happened to be wandering across the street and saw her suddenly squat down and take out the box.

I fed a piece of cake to a wild dog on the roadside.

Guan Heng, a wild dog, heard something inexplicable: She feeds wild dogs with honey cakes. What kind of weird habit is this?

I don’t know either, so that’s why I felt strange. Elmond added, after feeding the dog with cake, she hurried straight to the rental house in No. 38 Courtyard.

And I remember that at dusk that day, I saw her again on the street. The old drunkard laughed: strangely enough, the box in her hand was missing. She probably ate the cake.

Okay, now take me to Courtyard No. 38. Guan Heng said to Elmond: "It won't be your business after that."

The two of them arrived at the No. 38 courtyard rented by Tina Feng. The place was naturally deserted because there were only simple beds and tables. The landlord didn't worry about being burglarized.

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He opened the door and walked in. He found that the rental house was just a simple living room, a double bed with a quilt, complete tables and chairs, and that's all.

Hey, what on earth does a woman want to do by renting a house like this? Guan Heng rubbed his chin and thought to himself: There must be some ulterior secret in this.

A person and a ghost were talking in this rental house when they heard a soft sound and a black shadow quickly ran into the room.

Woof woof woof turned out to be a big golden-haired dog. It was barking at the position where the old drunkard Elmond was standing, with its head raised and bared teeth, and it seemed that it wanted him to get out immediately.

Haha, the inspiration power of dogs seems to be better than that of humans. Guan Heng smiled slightly and thought to himself: Dogs can detect ghosts that are usually invisible to ordinary people.

Hey, don't bark, don't bark! Although the old drunkard is a ghost, he is still a little scared of such a big dog. He timidly raised his head and told Guan Heng: Look, this is the one I mentioned that ate the noble lady.

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Chapter completed!