False evidence

Chapter 482 Original Form
"Who are you?" the man asked irritably.

I stared at his face for a while, then bowed slightly and said, "Excuse me, I've mistaken you for someone else."

The other person muttered a curse under their breath and tried to close the door again.

Gao tried to pull me forward, but I pulled him behind me instead.

I nodded to them again, "Sorry, we guys are a bit drunk and got the wrong place."

As they grumbled and cursed, the door in front of them closed.

Listen closely, and the footsteps behind the door, mixed with curses, gradually fade away.

It should be noted that I still do not know what kind of existence the white fish jade pendant I wear is.

Third Auntie probably knew the secret of the 'yin-yang fish,' and my grandfather, who was 'shameless' with her, probably knew it too.

I asked Grandpa, but the old man was too lazy to give me a perfunctory answer and just told me to "get lost."

I know old men too well; if he says that, it means he doesn't want to talk to you anymore.

I don't know the origin of the 'yin-yang fish', but I gradually came to know that the white fish I wear can provide a place for wandering spirits to dwell.

The previous water ghost.

Wang Xi today.

However, the space inside the white fish seems to be very limited, only able to hold one ghost or a portion of Yin energy.

Yin Si grabbed Wang Xi's remnant soul and stuffed it directly into the white fish. At the same time, the water ghost's yin energy that was originally inside the white fish was squeezed out and attached to my body.

As a result, when the gate of number 25 opened, the other party hadn't even turned on the lights yet. I was soaking wet, but I could already see the appearance of the three people, and even the situation in the yard behind them.

I was stunned for a moment.

Then, the other party turned on the light, and by the light, they were able to obtain more information from the other party's facial expressions.

The fact that the door to number 25 opened so quickly was both an accident and... well, it wasn't an accident at all.

Three middle-aged men played mahjong with an energetic and willful old woman until midnight. All three men had been drinking. When the wind and rain outside blew, someone rang the doorbell, and they went out to check…

This seems perfectly normal!

We're a bunch of men, and we're disturbing the peace in the middle of the night, so naturally the other party won't have a good reaction.

The truth is, through conversation, I learned that the three rough-looking men were cousins ​​and friends; they were playing mahjong with their eldest cousin, the bald, grumpy old woman who was the first to ask us questions… playing cards! So filial!
Given the current situation, I really couldn't keep making things up. Hearing the voice inside the door weaken, I told the truth.

"Your physiognomy skills are truly... truly..."

As Cao Xinyun scratched his head, his eyes darted around, seemingly lost in thought.

Gao He realized what was happening and went back to look for No. 23.

Old K suddenly moved closer to me and whispered, "Your reaction is wrong. Something was definitely off just now. What's wrong?"

I whispered back to him, "I've seen that bald guy before."

Old K immediately chimed in: "A minibus driver?"

I was truly impressed by his quick thinking, and could only nod in agreement.

I recognized him the moment the door opened. The bald man in front was the same driver I saw last night on the minibus, right up until I got off at Laijiapu!

The clairvoyance was indeed magical. I don't know if it was due to the malevolent power of the water ghost, but at this moment I saw even more scenes through the clairvoyance.

Even as I watched the video, I could hear the bald man talking to the others at the mahjong table.

When it comes to work, the bald man is indeed a driver, but he drives a truck.

His cousin, the short guy who almost got into a fight with Cao Xinyun, also worked for the same transportation company as the bald man.

Their mutual friend, the tall guy, was a slow-witted, simple-minded, unemployed bum, but extremely loyal and a true friend to the two of them.

The three of them were with the old man playing cards... He was a real troublemaker, the kind who was just old and had a strange temper, the kind that outsiders didn't like.

In short, everyone in this courtyard is fine.

I'm certain they're alright. Because the words Yang Wudao left behind clearly state one thing: what he saw must be true.

Of course, considering the preceding and following statements, what he meant by "seeing" was seeing through xiangyu (a type of Chinese idiom).

I don't know if it's because I've been in the rain, but my mind is unusually clear right now.

The bald man had never driven a passenger bus before, which means that a large part of what he saw last night was an illusion.

He had never driven a minibus before, yet I saw that he was a minibus driver...

Does this mean that someone used his image to create a magical scenario targeting us, the parties involved?
"My uncle's!"

Cao Xinyun was acting strangely. He hadn't been settled for long when he suddenly went to ring the doorbell of the neighboring house, number 21, while cursing.

"Crap..." Gao He couldn't help but swear.

But before he could speak further, a small door on door number 21 opened from the inside.

Next to the door lock, there was a small, window-like flip-door, about twenty centimeters square. It was an old-fashioned door that replaced the peephole for looking outside, and a small compartment for receiving things like milk and newspapers.

The eaves lights were on both inside and outside the main gate. When the small lattice door opened, I first saw a patch of white, and then a face appeared in the open lattice.

It's a woman.

He was of average appearance, but his breathing was very heavy.

Most importantly, that little door opened way too fast.

Looking at the woman's face stuck in the lattice doorway and hearing her heavy breathing, I asked directly, "What's your address?"

The woman rolled her eyes at me, "Number... twenty-one!"

I looked her straight in the eye and nodded.

Suddenly, a scene resembling a short video flashed through my mind.

Realizing what was happening, I bent down, brought my face close to the woman's, and whispered something.

The woman visibly choked, and the suppressed sounds that had been emanating from her throat stopped abruptly.

I only said one sentence before straightening up.

Her eyes followed my movements, rolling upwards, and after a moment, she winked at me.

Immediately afterwards, it felt like someone suddenly pulled her from behind.

Her face recoiled, and the lattice door closed.

"Damn..." Cao Xinyun said, his face flushed and his neck bulging, "They really know how to play."

I turned to look at Gao He and Lao K.

The two had different expressions, but both seemed a little embarrassed.

They're all men, not just me with good eyesight.

The lights were on both inside and outside the door, so you couldn't see what the snow-white thing was at first glance. But later, through the woman's expression and reaction, you could guess what was happening behind the door.

Cao Xinyun was good at summarizing, summarizing it in six words: "Rainy night, at home, 'field battle'."

Amid the sound of rain, he unabashedly whispered the 'six-word mantra'.

In the pouring rain of midnight, not caring about adding a little more excitement to this group of old and young men, I slowly said:
"The man behind her isn't her boyfriend. He's a pretty boy, and he's got ulterior motives."

The words had barely left his mouth when, in his mind, Lü Xin said, "One wave subsides only for another to rise? You're picking up on things too quickly. Are you affected by sensory stimulation?"

I said calmly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Are you upset?" Lu Xin's tone turned disdainful and somewhat indignant. "The thing about men and women is just going in and out of different environments. Why are you so affected?"

His words were quite veiled and showed me a lot of respect.

But I wasn't having any of it and said directly, "You've seen that woman before. Do you remember the old lady on the minibus last night?"

(End of this chapter)