I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 545 Her Voice
I walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. I scratched my ears and scratched my cheeks, and couldn't help casting a look at Ming Si for help.

He looked at me with helplessness in his eyes.

"Recorder." He reminded.

However, I couldn't react immediately, and one head turned into two big ones.

"What recorder? Well, what recorder are you talking about? I want you to help me find a way. I have to help Tang Guran fulfill his unfulfilled wish! If it continues, I will have no face to see her again."

Tang Guran just wanted to celebrate her brother Tang Guren's birthday, but I forgot about it.

Recently, Ming Si has been by my side. Obviously, even if Tang Guran wants to get close to me, she can't get close.

Mingsi stroked his forehead helplessly, and repeated again: "Didn't you buy a recording pen?"

I thought about it and nodded: "Yes, I bought it."

"where is it?"

"..."

I scratched my head in embarrassment, thought hard for a long time, and finally remembered that I had thrown the recording pen in the study.

I hurried up to the second floor and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the study.

Ming Si came in at some point, sitting on the chair behind the computer desk, staring at me with interest.

I turned over almost all the cabinets, but I just couldn't find the recording pen. Could it be possible for that thing to run on its own?

"Why can't I find it..."

I was very annoyed, the more I tried to recall, the more I couldn't remember exactly where I put the recorder.

At that time, once the incident between Lin Xier and Han Meizhi was resolved, the recording pen was basically useless, so I just threw it away...

I don't know what the Master Ming wanted me to do with the recording pen, but since he mentioned the recording pen, the recording pen must be of great use.

"Are you sure you've searched all the places?" He said with a half-smile.

I sat weakly on the sofa and nodded helplessly.

"Have you looked for the drawer above the bookshelf?"

"above?"

I looked suspiciously in the direction he said, and there was a row of small drawers at the top of the bookshelf. However, it was too high, and it was impossible for me to put the recording pen into the upper drawer.

"The top drawers are impossible, and I'm not that tall."

"How do you know if you don't look for it?"

While speaking, he got up and strode towards the bookshelf.

Standing still in front of the bookshelf, he raised his arm and opened the top drawer effortlessly, poked his hand in, and when he pulled it back, he actually held a recording pen in his hand.

That recorder is exactly the one I bought.

"how is this possible!"

I was almost stunned.

He suppressed his laugh, handed the recording pen into my hand, and said word by word: "If I remember correctly, you threw the recording pen on the sofa, and I put it away for you."

"So this is ah!"

I suddenly realized, but when I realized it, I couldn't help complaining: "Since you put the things, wouldn't you just take them out and ask me to search for them. After searching for a long time, I'm almost exhausted."

This guy, does he think I'm idle, to toss me like this?

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled evilly: "You've been too lazy recently, and I want to take this opportunity to let you exercise."

"..."

I choked on one sentence so I didn't know what to say.

Right now, the recording pen has been found, but this thing can't help Tang Guran fulfill his wish at all!

After tidying up the messy drawers and books, Ming Si and I sat down on the sofa.

I looked at the recording pen in my hand, and couldn't figure out what use this thing is for besides recording.

Ming Si looked at me silently.

I couldn't figure out why he asked me to find a recording pen. After struggling for a long time, I finally couldn't help but ask him for advice, "Well, why do you need a recording pen?"

"Recording!"

"I know the recording, but does it have anything to do with helping Tang Guran?"

In my opinion, the recorder and Tang Guran are hard to find.

"It contains your previous recording, you can play it and listen to it." He smiled mysteriously.

I rolled his eyes at him, and muttered in a low voice: "What's the mystery, just tell me no."

While complaining, I pressed the play button on the recording pen. The content stored in it was the conversation with Li Ye that I recorded at Li Ye's home before.

After listening to the entire recording, I still don't understand what Ming Si wants me to hear.

"The Lin Xi'er incident is over, why did you let me listen to this recording? It's totally meaningless!"

Ming Si showed a wry smile, he raised his hand, poked me hard on the head, and said angrily and with a smile: "You are really a stupid woman."

"..."

"Listen again!"

He still wasn't going to tell me what the hell was wrong with the recording, but instead made me listen to it over and over again.

"Sister, Lin Xier seems to be here..."

"I know, I have eyes to see, okay?"

"You can see far away from here. It's a bit like my brother's room. My brother's room also has floor-to-ceiling windows, so you can see far away."

"Miss your brother?"

"Ah."

"Your brother treats you very well!"

……

This conversation was between me and Tang Guran, and it was interrupted by Li Ye afterwards.

At first, I really didn't understand why Ming Si asked me to listen to the recording repeatedly, but after listening to it a few times, I was suddenly excited and said in surprise: "I know."

Ming Si frowned, put on a very curious look, and asked: "What do you know?"

"The voice recorder didn't record your voice."

"..."

His smile instantly froze on his face.

"Am I wrong? At that time you went to Li Ye's house and talked to me, but the recorder didn't record your voice." I was a little nervous, but what does it have to do with Tang Guran whether the recorder recorded Mingsi's voice?
Ming Si tilted his head, stared at the ceiling with a look of unrequited love, and sighed: "It's really not ordinary stupid."

"Why do you keep saying I'm stupid? What's your purpose in letting me listen to this recording? Can't you just tell me?" Just as he said that, his finger poked towards my head again.

"You're so stupid and hopeless, I'll forget it if you're mad." He frowned, his whole face gloomy.

For a moment, I felt that he wanted to slap me.

After taking two deep breaths, his complexion softened, and he said to me patiently, "Tang Guran is a ghost."

"I know!"

"I'm a ghost too."

"I know that too!"

"Can't you come to a conclusion yet?" His eyes widened in disbelief.

I have almost never seen him so mad, it seems that in the next second, he is very likely to hit his head against the wall.

"in conclusion……"

I lowered my eyes and calmed down to understand Ming Si's words.

Finally, I discovered the weirdness of it.

Mingsi is a ghost, and Tang Guran is also a ghost, but the recording pen did not record Mingsi's voice, but only Tang Guran's voice...

　Sorry, the time is too late, I'm a bit stuck, I have to sort out the plot, and I will make up tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)