Who is my upstairs

Chapter 72 Rumors
Yang Xiaofan didn't think the matter was too complicated, and he didn't think that Li Shaohuang would hide himself, went into the bedroom and handed the phone to Li Shaohuang.

The quilts in the bedroom were replaced with new ones, and the place where the mummy was hidden on the ceiling was still dark. Lying on the bed, you could even see the side stones where the murals were cut tangentially.

Yang Xiaofan absolutely dare not stay in this bedroom any longer.

Just imagine, as long as she wakes up, she will see the compartment where the mummy was hidden on the ceiling. She can't stand this disgusting scene.

Yang Xiaofan thought for a while, and felt that he should move to a bedroom closer to the archives, so that it would be convenient to go to the archives to pick up the files and continue looking for clues.

After Li Shaohuang booked the air ticket, he explained that the porridge he cooked was in the kitchen pot, and hurried out with the luggage he had prepared in advance.

Yang Xiaofan sent him outside the iron gate, this time there was no one to pick him up to the airport, he took the bus to pick up his car from a nearby garage before he could drive to the airport.

Back in Li Shaohuang's bedroom, Yang Xiaofan picked up the stack of files that Li Shaohuang had flipped through. It was strange that there were 45 pages when he read it, but only 38 pages when he read it now.

The middle of the dossier was tied with a white thread, and the pages in the middle also showed obvious signs of being torn.

Obviously, it was Li Shaohuang who took these pages away.

Yang Xiaofan leaned against the desk, wondering why Li Shaohuang wanted to take away those few pages of the dossier.Did she deliberately not let her see it, or did she want to take it to the United States to study something?
Yang Xiaofan had just dialed Li Shaohuang's cell phone number on his cell phone, and Yang Xiaofan realized that Li Shaohuang's cell phone was broken, and if he wanted to get a new one, at least he would have to wait for him to buy a new cell phone in the United States before he could be contacted.

On the second day after Li Shaohuang left, Yang Xiaofan returned to the habit of commuting from [-] to [-] every day. Although the redness and swelling on her knees had not completely healed, it did not affect her walking in high heels.

In the first two days after returning to work, Yang Xiaofan's work went smoothly.

On the fourth day after Li Shaohuang left, Yang Xiaofan met Xu Zhiwen's new wife Han Shasha in the restaurant. Han Shasha poured a bowl of tomato soup over her head and called her a "fox spirit".

Tomato soup flowed down Yang Xiaofan's long black and straight hair, and there were two slices of red tomato on top of her head.

"What are you doing?" Yang Xiaofan shouted out of shock.

She doesn't seem to owe Han Shasha anything, does she?

Those "gifts" that Han Shasha gave her scared her into the hospital, and she didn't seem to hold Han Shasha accountable. Why did Han Shasha provoke her?
Lin Juan, who was eating with Yang Xiaofan, helped Yang Xiaofan wipe off the greasy soup with a paper towel, while Han Shasha walked away arm in arm with her female companion.

"Xiaofan, are you okay? When she gave you those scary things back then, you should have sued her. Now, should you push your nose to your face?" Lin Juan didn't have a good impression of Han Shasha either. Besides, I don't understand anything, and the professional knowledge is not as much as the front desk.

Yang Xiaofan bit her lips tightly angrily, she thought she had left Xu Zhiwen's world, what happened?She was unexpectedly doused in soup by Han Shasha who was the mistress for no reason.

At the beginning when Xu Zhiwen brought Han Shasha in front of him flamboyantly, he didn't do much. On the contrary, this woman stabbed her guard in the eye and framed her time and time again.

"I'm fine, Lin Juan, you continue to eat, I'll clean up, and I'll go to work in a while." Yang Xiaofan replied in a low voice, and the phone on the table vibrated.

Lin Luoluo, whom Yang Xiaofan hadn't contacted for a long time, came from the back of the phone. Judging from her voice, Lin Luoluo's condition seemed to be not very good, "Fan, are you free next week? Let's hold a funeral for some of our classmates and teachers. Xiangzi told me that if there is no further progress in the teacher's case this week, the bodies of the teacher's family will not be preserved..."

When mentioning Fu Yufang's funeral, Yang Xiaofan was silent for a moment, all three members of Fu Yufang's family died in the house, and they died naturally without any reason.

How can people accept such a strange and sudden death?

"Why are some of our classmates doing it, and the teacher's other family members?" Yang Xiaofan's voice trembled.

The teacher's case is very similar to the case recorded in the file in the file room. These days, she has been studying the file in the file room almost every day, but she has been unable to figure it out.

What is the reason that made the teacher provoke the ghost?

Are those two simple and simple clay pots?
But the teacher's family has never had direct contact with clay pots...

Lin Luoluo on the other end of the phone suddenly cried, Yang Xiaofan was also stunned, who is Lin Luoluo?The career of the editor-in-chief of the iron woman of the magazine is very busy.

She had never seen Lin Luoluo cry in front of anyone, and Lin Luoluo sometimes called herself a woman.

"The teacher's immediate family members have not been contacted yet, only some relatives who are not close to the teacher have been contacted. These relatives think the death of the teacher is too evil, and none of them are willing to come...I think...these distant relatives may still It is not as reliable as the students our group of teachers have brought before... so... I think..." Lin Luoluo said that he was sobbing here.

Yang Xiaofan also felt her nose sore on the other end of the phone. She took the phone and slowly entered the bathroom. After calming down in front of the mirror, she comforted Lin Luoluo, "Luoluo, don't be sad, I, Xiangzi, and you will see you off together. Teacher's last journey, teacher... teacher...you won't be lonely along the way."

"Xiaofan... woo woo woo... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

Lin Luoluo blamed herself for her words, but it was as if she had slapped Yang Xiaofan heavily on the face. The whole incident was not because of Lin Luoluo's fault for sending her teacher to Li's ancestral home.

It was her fault. If the teacher hadn't come instead of Lin Luoluo, she would have lost her best friend in the world.

Everything is her fault!

Yang Xiaofan's gaze turned cold, and he cleaned up the tomato soup on his body. Han Shasha's behavior was nothing more than childish revenge.

She is almost in her third year, so is she still afraid of the childish tricks of a post-90s generation?
Lin Luoluo was an adult after all, even though she was too sad for a while and lost her mind.

When she had cried enough, she calmed down and discussed with Yang Xiaofan how to hold a funeral for the teacher's family, and chose a cemetery on the outskirts of the city to bury the teacher.

In the following days, besides working with Lin Luoluo, Yang Xiaofan actively arranged various matters for Fu Yufang's funeral, just worked hard and stopped being distracted by other things.

In less than two days, almost all the colleagues in the company knew that Yang Xiaofan was a divorced woman, and there were all kinds of rumors and rumors, "Yang Xiaofan used to take drugs and spent all the money of her boyfriend's family", "Yang Xiaofan forced her ex-husband Wife, only 22-year-old girl had an abortion" "Yang Xiaofan once beat her mother-in-law, abused her father-in-law and entered a detention center..."

(End of this chapter)