Who is my upstairs

Chapter 41 Late Night Gift
"You said you encountered a ghost calling the door in Li's ancestral house? Xiaofan, tell me quickly, have you dealt with it?" Xiangzi frowned and asked, and accidentally threw the cigarette butt downstairs in anxiety, and listened There was a lot of cursing downstairs.

"Which careless wicked ghost, throwing cigarette butts..."

Xiangzi's expression changed, and he hurried downstairs with Yang Xiaofan to apologize, after all he works in the police force, if he receives a complaint, he will be punished.

When he got downstairs, Xiangzi apologized to the aunt whose umbrella was burned by the cigarette butt. He didn't expect that the cigarette butt got into the rain and was not extinguished.

Since Xiangzi was wearing plain clothes, the aunt did not recognize Xiangzi as a policeman.

Seeing Xiangzi's serious apology, the aunt didn't care too much. She just watched him walk out of Fu Yufang's house and said with a frightened expression, "Why did you come out of her house? It was really scary last night. I don't know who it is. She yelled all night, and all the neighbors heard her. Her youngest son is not sensible, so he answered. I heard that this thing is powerful, and if he answers, he will kill him."

"Oh, aunt, you also know about this." Xiangzi flattered aunt with a wide-eyed smile.

The aunt glanced at Xiangzi and said with disdain: "It seems that you have never seen the world. A few years ago, didn't such a thing happen in the Li family's ancestral house on the outskirts of the city? I really don't know what this family did in their previous life. Sin, I will suffer this crime for the rest of my life."

After finishing speaking, the aunt shook her head and left.

"They also think it's a ghost, not a human?" Yang Xiaofan asked.

Now it was Xiangzi's turn to smile wryly. He squatted down and picked up the cigarette butt from the puddle and put it in his pocket, "Because there was no one else in the surveillance probe. The video information of the Lord’s return shows that the probe is not broken. The neighbors around also proved that there is no one shouting downstairs at all.”

"Oh." Yang Xiaofan said oh, and said nothing else.

She thought next, she should go to the police station to record a statement, right?
But Xiangzi pulled her into the car and said, "Fan, would you like to come to my house? The house you live in is too evil."

"Aren't you going to record a statement?" Yang Xiaofan asked.

Xiangzi smiled, turned the key on the car, and said, "Are you going to the bureau to tell my colleagues that Mr. Fu's family was killed by ghosts? You go home and rest first, I already have your phone number." , as soon as the case progresses, I will call you immediately."

"I..." Yang Xiaofan lowered her head, looked at the light rain outside the window, took a deep breath and said, "I want to go back to live, I want to find out the truth, if... if the truth of the teacher's death is really related to that house if!"

Xiangzi was silent, he drove Yang Xiaofan back silently, if Yang Xiaofan insisted, he had no reason to force Yang Xiaofan to live in his home.

When he got there, Xiangzi suddenly said, "Miss Xiaofan, do you know? Actually, I liked you very much when I was young, but I didn't have the courage to tell you."

Holding a black umbrella, Yang Xiaofan smiled, but couldn't say anything else.

She and Xu Zhiwen had just divorced, and her heart was so broken that she couldn't accept other feelings for the time being.

Xiangzi is very good, but now she is unable to love anymore.

Watching Xiangzi's car go away, Yang Xiaofan's umbrella flew out, and she squatted slowly in the rain, crying loudly without any warning.

The pain in her heart, she doesn't want others to see.

All her pain, just want to bear alone.

But the teacher's death can't just be so unclear, she will definitely find out the truth.

The phone rang, Yang Xiaofan's phone was a touch screen, and it didn't work well in the rain, and the caller ID on it was Li Shaohuang.

Yang Xiaofan rushed into the house like crazy, forgot to take off his high heels, wiped the phone screen with a dry towel, and quickly swipe the screen to answer the phone: "Li Shaohuang, where are you? Do you know your house? How strange!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds before Li Shaohuang's worried voice came: "What's the matter, what happened? I couldn't receive a signal on my mobile phone a few days ago, so I never knew you called me."

Yang Xiaofan knew that his crying was so obvious, and Li Shaohuang's tone seemed to be very anxious.

She knew that if this matter had nothing to do with Li Shaohuang, she offended Li Shaohuang because of her emotions, and the two of them tore their faces, and it would be difficult to get news from Li Shaohuang in the future.

After calming down, Yang Xiaofan spoke slowly, explaining everything that happened after Fu Yufang entered the house, to the mysterious death of Fu Yufang's family.

After the phone call, Li Shaohuang's voice became extremely heavy, and he said: "Miss Yang, if you are afraid, you can move out first. I will return to China immediately after I finish my affairs here."

"When will you be back?" Yang Xiaofan had just finished asking, when the busy tone appeared on the other end of the phone.

She dialed the number several times in succession, but she didn't get through to Li Shaohuang.

Yang Xiaofan, who was drenched all over, was numb and didn't feel cold, she was slumped on the sofa, she was going crazy, what exactly did Li Shaohuang do?After arriving in the United States, ghosts and ghosts disappeared.

What on earth is he renting out this house for?
Kill everyone near this house?
The next morning, Yang Xiaofan woke up from the sofa, his forehead felt a little hot.

After taking care of himself a little, and taking two antipyretics, Yang Xiaofan continued to work with his bag on his back.She didn't even think about going to the hospital to see a doctor, let alone take a rest. She was like clockwork, repeating the things she had done before in an orderly manner.

Because the company suddenly received a big case from a multinational daily chemical company, the work of the design department suddenly became heavy.

The client has very strict requirements for this work. The designers are constantly accepting new requirements, making constant revisions, and constantly communicating with the superiors and clients about the creativity and flaws of the work...

Such high-intensity overtime work lasted for two days and one night. Most of the colleagues lay on the table for five or six hours before continuing to work as required.

Yang Xiaofan stared at his eyes, never resting for a moment.

Yang Xiaofan feels that there is no idea in her chaotic mind, everything is done out of instinct, she herself can't tell whether her idea is wonderful or ordinary, she just clicks on the PS with the mouse numbly.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the entire design department was working overtime with bright fluorescent lights on.

The director came down to inspect, walked to Yang Xiaofan, glanced at about [-]% of Yang Xiaofan's works, nodded, and said with a smile: "The idea is good, keep working hard, it's really hard for you to work overtime at such a late hour."

I have to say that Yang Xiaofan's design talent is really great. In a state of high mental tension, he can still make works that satisfy the Virgo art director who is a bit "perfectionist".

But at this time Yang Xiaofan didn't care whether he could get the director's appreciation, he just said softly: "It's not hard."

The director nodded in satisfaction. At three o'clock in the morning, the colleagues in the office had already fallen asleep in a large area.Yang Xiaofan was still staring at the computer screen with bloodshot eyes, his face was as pale as paper, and the veins around his dark circles were faintly visible.

Anyone who sees Yang Xiaofan like this will know that she is overtired.

It's a pity that the director only read Yang Xiaofan's works, but didn't observe Yang Xiaofan's face carefully.

When Yang Xiaofan was buffering the files, there was a sudden knock on the door, and several light-sleeping colleagues woke up in twos and threes. A courier wearing a little red hat was holding a gift box with blue background and white dots Come in, with a blue silk ribbon wrapped around it, looking very luxurious.

"Miss Yang, please sign for your courier." The courier lowered the brim of his red hat and said in a low voice.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was exactly four o'clock in the morning. Who would bring gifts at this time?
(End of this chapter)