In the evening of that day.

A tall and burly figure with a calm face stepped into the elevator, crossed her hands in front of her belly, and pressed the button on the 24th floor with his fingers.

When the old elevator began to rise slowly, a ball of black gas suddenly flew out from the top of the elevator, turning into an evil ghost with green face and fangs. He stared with bloody eyes and came to the man step by step, reaching out to hug him towards the other person's body.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the burly man raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the evil ghost's face. The violent force made it spin on the spot like a top. Until the elevator door opened and the other party walked out of the elevator, it fell to the ground dizzyly, looking at the wide back with a dull look.

What just happened?

Did it get beaten?

It was beaten by one person?!

Thinking of this, the elevator ghost subconsciously rushed out of the elevator and rushed towards the other party's back. However, after halfway through, the man looked back at it...

The indifference and majesty carried in this eye made it stop its soul instantly, and a chill rushed out from the soles of its feet and rushed straight to its head.

At the critical moment, the elevator ghost was in a state of mind, crossed his hands and his feet together, and bowed to the burly figure with a 90-degree bow, which was very respectful.

A hint of surprise flashed across the man's face, and then turned around and left.

When the sound of his footsteps disappeared in his ears, the elevator ghost exhaled a long breath, and his soul body turned into a stream of black smoke, and he crawled back into the elevator.

"Dongdongdong."

"Who are you?"

In the security room, Uncle Yan held the myopia mirror on the bridge of his nose and looked up at the door.

"My surname is Qin, and I am the new owner of this building."

"Ah, Mr. Qin."

Uncle Yan hurriedly stood up from the chair and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you came here before, and I didn't make any preparations..."

Qin Yao waved his hand: "It's okay, don't be so nervous. By the way, are there people living in 2442?"

"I've lived in, I just moved in this morning."

Uncle Yan refused and said carefully: "Is there any problem with this house?"

Qin Yao: "It's a little bit of a problem, but I came here to solve the problem. Uncle Yan, please take me there..."

Room 2442.

Under the twisted ceiling fan, on the miserable white floor, Qian Xiaohao sat cross-legged on the ground, opened a black suitcase, reached out to touch the costume he had worn, and what flashed in his mind was the scene of his wife leaving with his son.

Life is just a few decades. When he was glorious, first-line stars have to play supporting roles for him.

At that time, he was so indulged in luxury that he would have fallen to this point in a few decades?

Fate once gave him preferential treatment, but he did not turn that preferential treatment into capital.

So when his wife and children were separated, they fell to this point.

Soon after.

Qian Xiaohao woke up from the memories, pursed his lips, pulled out a rope prepared in advance from his backpack, looked up, and hung the rope on the twisted electric fan.

He not only made zombie films, but also made various ghost films, and he heard a lot of taboos that he didn't know the truth or the fake.

One of them is that people who commit suicide do not care about the underworld. If they commit suicide outside, they will become a wandering soul, and will have no place to stay for generations.

Therefore, he came to this old and dilapidated building, ready to end his life and seek a new life... If there are really ghosts in the world.

On the roof, two people were wearing long white skirts, covered their faces with black hair, and twisted bodies, carrying black smoke like reptiles, and their hands and feet were absorbed on the wall. The cold eyes passed through the gap between the black hair, staring at Qian Xiaohao's every move.

"Bang bang bang bang."

Just as Qian Xiaohao put the rope under his neck and was about to kick open the chair under his feet, the security door was suddenly smashed, as if something important was happening.

Qian Xiaohao hesitated for a moment, removed the rope, jumped off the chair, slowly came to the back of the gate, and asked in a low voice: "Who?"

In the corridor, Qin Yao dissipated the golden light in his eyes, silently put down his wrist that was smashing the door, and turned to look at the old security guard.

Uncle Yan learned the gods' understanding and said loudly: "It's me, Uncle Yan."

"Uncle Yan, is there anything wrong?"

"You open the door first." Uncle Yan didn't know what Boss Qin came here to do, so he had to say so.

Qian Xiaohao sighed, reached out to open the door lock, opened the security door, and the first thing that caught his eye was not Uncle Yan, but a burly figure.

"Who is this?"

"I'll introduce it to you." Uncle Yan pointed at Qin Yao and said seriously: "This is the new boss of our building and the landlord of all our residents."

Qian Xiaohao was stunned and then asked in confusion: "Mr. Landlord... Are you asking me for trouble?"

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?" Qin Yao asked.

Qian Xiaohao was stunned.

It wasn't his reality. If the person in front of him was not wearing a high-end suit and having Uncle Yan prove his identity, he would have doubted whether the other party had something wrong.

Who asked such a question right away?

Uncle Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Qian Xiaohao didn't like this embarrassing feeling very much and spoke: "Believe, because I think it's impossible for things to catch wind and shadow to pass on for thousands of years."

Qin Yao: "Do you want to see a ghost?"

Qian Xiaohao: "???"

Uncle Yan: "???"

They feel like they are seeing a ghost now...

At this time, the two female ghosts on the roof seemed to understand what he said, one ran to the chair and the other ran to the corner.

Qin Yao glanced at them and continued to ask Qian Xiaohao: "Is it, or don't?"

Qian Xiaohao laughed dryly: "You are so humorous."

Qin Yao bounced his fingers against his eyebrows, then stepped into the room, held his cheeks with both hands, turned his head, and looked into the room.

Qian Xiaohao wanted to resist, but he saw the most horrifying scene he had ever seen in his life: a female ghost with white dress and black hair, black smoke all over her body hung on her rope, and her naked feet kept swaying back and forth.

In fear, Tong Kong expanded, but his strength suddenly became like a rock sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Qin Yao continued to turn his cheek, forcing his eyes to move from the electric fan to the corner, but saw that beside the bookcase, there was also a white dress, like a female ghost who was replicated by the hanged ghost holding a pair of long scissors in her hand and staring at them coldly.

"Gudong."

Qian Xiaohao swallowed with difficulty.

Qin Yao let go of his cheek, turned his head and said to the old security guard, "Uncle Yan, I have something to talk to this gentleman, you go back to the security room to rest first."

Uncle Yan is still confused until now, but he restrained his curiosity, nodded slightly, and turned around and left.

"Mr. Qin, what should we do now?" After all, Qian Xiaohao quickly recovered from his calmness and asked in a low voice.

"The most correct way to do it is not to mess with them."

Suddenly, a man wearing round glasses on his nose, pajamas and shorts, and a pair of crosses on his feet appeared at the gate, holding a burning cigarette in his hand. His gloomy temperament made him feel like a book full of stories.

"Ayou." Qin Yao said softly, looking at his sloppy appearance.

Ayou was stunned for a moment, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face covered in melancholy: "Do you know me?"

"As a landlord, it's not uncommon to know your tenant?" Qin Yao asked back.

This logic seems to be fine, but Ayou always feels that something is wrong: "You know all the hundreds of residents in this building?"

Qin Yao: "Is it important?"

Ayou: "..."

"I think the most important thing is how to solve the current problem." Qian Xiaohao interrupted.

Ayou: "It's very simple. You burn three more incense sticks, three more per person, and then change the room."

Qian Xiaohao subconsciously looked at Qin Yao, but saw the other party leaving him directly and walking into the room.

"Hello!"

Ayou shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

Qin Yao ignored his shouting and went straight under the fan, raised his arms, and stretched out his hand to hang it on the rope. The thin twin-ghost ghost with black smoke raised his arms down, and educated him: "You are swinging on the swing, swaying around."

Thin twin girl ghost: "?"

Big Twin Girl Ghost: "?"

Ayou: "?"

Qian Xiaohao: "?"

Everyone has questions on their heads, even with ghosts.

"Huh." After a moment, a trace of resentment flashed across the hideous face of the thin twin-girl ghost, and he opened his mouth and bit Qin Yao's neck.
To be continued...