I’m Just This ‘Sue’

The room was surprisingly clean and tidy, with no signs of being haunted. It seemed weird when the haunted ghost appeared and the wind was overcast.

Fu Yunjing only took a look and immediately determined: "This should be the room of the male master of the castle."

"How do you know?" Le Tong said in surprise, his voice still exuding two-point worship.

"The difference between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom is huge." With that said, Fu Yunjing paused again. Because think back to Su Shishui's room, it is also the master bedroom. In an old castle, two master bedrooms? Who is the owner of the castle? Fu Yunjing frowned inconspicuously, and soon stretched out.

The male ghost probably chased him up, the door panel was pounded, Le Tong was frightened, and then hid, and a "slap" hit the bookcase behind him. Soothing "squeak". They reflexively looked back at the bookcase, but saw that the shaking bookcase suddenly moved away to the right.

Le Tong paused: "A machine, an institution?"

Fu Yunjing was very calm, he said lightly: "A lot of rich people will make such arrangements, so that they can store safes and some precious collections."

The light in the room was not bright, making the space behind the bookcase look black and holey, like a blood basin waiting for others to throw themselves into the net. Le Tong swallowed: "So this is the treasures of the castle?" Even so, Le Tong wasn't excited. Everyone knows that greed for things that do not belong to you is definitely a tragic end in the spiritual world.

Le Tong turned his head to Hang Qing.

Hang Qingdan said indifferently: "I don't know. I rarely enter this room, and never enter the space behind the bookcase."

Fu Yunjing was obviously very interested in this "back room", he whispered: "Ghosts are blocked outside, we can't go out, it is better to go in and take a look? What can be hidden in the back room may be unexpected surprise.

Hang Qing looked faintly: "Yes." He was not familiar with the old castle, including the original body Su Shishui, and he did not even know what was in it. Hang Qing had two points of curiosity in his heart, but most of the reasons that drove him should be Fu Yunjing.

If the target person wants to go in, he must follow.

Le Tong hesitated briefly, and immediately responded, "Let's go in and see ... yes, flashlight!" Le Tong said, went to the desk, and pulled out a flashlight from the drawer.

The snow-white light was concentrated in a bundle and shone into the secret room, but only the flat road under his feet. Fortunately, there are no venomous snake venoms, no muddy and rugged roads, and classic hidden weapon agencies in martial arts films. This is reassuring enough. They were relieved.

"Let's light it," Le Tong said.

Of course, Hang Qing wouldn't let a weak girl to illuminate and took up one hand. If something happened later, Le Tong would be very troublesome. So Hang Qing seized it, "Let's do it."

Le Tong smiled, and leaned back to Hang Qing.

The air in the secret room was a little stuffy, with the smell of dust and rotten wood that had been sealed for a long time, and the dark places could not avoid the coldness of the forest. Le Tong snored and even wanted to sneeze, but she kept it back. She looked up to see the back of Hang Qing in front. Although Mr. Su was weak, he was extraordinarily calm at this time! In this environment, there was no response at all!

Hang Qing did not feel the horror around him.

His body had no temperature at all, and no matter how cold it was, it would hardly affect him. It is only people who are most afraid of the unknown. Now Hang Qing looked at the grayish black that the flashlight in front couldn't illuminate, and his heart was really shaking up and down.

Fu Yunjing glanced at the gadget in his hand and laughed softly: "I don't know how long this thing hasn't been charged." The voice dropped, and Fu Yunjing held Hang Qing's wrist suddenly. Across the thin sleeves of the pajamas, I finally remembered it and knew that I couldn't offend Hang Qing at will.

Hang Qing earned a bit, but couldn't break away.

Fu Yunjing approached suddenly and asked lowly, "This is not enough? Mr. Su is so mean?"

Hang Qing gave him a kick: "There is a switch on the left. Turn it on."

"how do you know?"

"There is a fluorescent sticker on the switch."

The moment the voice fell, the lights in the secret room finally turned on. A faint yellow light illuminates this small, tight room. There were four bookshelves in the back room, and a large box was enclosed in the middle. Le Tong walked over and took down the contents of the bookshelf: "... is a photo album?" Le Tong muttered.

Fu Yunjing opened the big box, which contained a lot of things, piecemeal.

Young people's clothes, laptops, sketchbooks, short pencils, cups, toothbrushes, socks ...

Le Tong turned his head and asked in amazement: "Who has lived here?"

Hang Qing's complexion was slightly complicated: "These ... are my things."

"Your ?!" Le Tong looked slightly frightened, as if thinking of something.

Hang Qing nodded and walked to the big box: "The contents inside belong to me. They have been missing for a long time."

Fu Yunjing frowned: "So he deliberately took it away and put it in the back room?" Fu Yunjing seemed to understand why why Su Shishui's wardrobe was full of nightgowns.

Fu Yunjing walked to the side of the bookshelf, took an album at will, and spread it out, all of which contained photos of Su Shishui. Various. Standing and lying. The information in Fu Yunjing's head gradually connected.

"This room is the man?" Fu Yunjing cast a somber face and turned to go outside: "Then there must be something else in his bedroom!"

Le Tong quickly turned to follow, Hang Qing walked slowly behind him, and after exiting the secret room, Fu Yunjing had found it in front of the table. Le Tong suddenly glanced back at Hang Qing, and Hang Qing felt that her eyes were weird. Why, because ... Le Tong had already entered this room long ago? And see something in this room?

If so, that's not surprising.

Le Tong found the flashlight so skillfully just now, indicating that she had been here beforehand.

Fu Yunjing's rummaging skills are better than Le Tong's. He pulled out two notebooks from under his desk. The agenda is densely packed. But without exception, these schedules are related to a name-"Su Shi Shui".

"Tracking Frenzy?" Fu Yunjing sneered, "It looks like more than just a tracking freak!" Then, Fu Yunjing flipped the notebook in his hand, turned a page, and posted a photo on that side.

Two men and one woman.

The older man was wearing a suit, the younger was wearing casual clothes, and the woman had long legs and a thin waist, which was very charming, but her face was no longer clear. Because it was crossed out with a utility knife.

Pointing to the older man, Fu Yunjing asked Hang Qing: "Who is this? Hermann Dreiser?"