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Officer Xu pushed his small, black-framed eyes, which revealed a hint of impatience, "So, Miss Qiu, do you think the police station here is a place for entertainment?" If you want to set up a case, do so.

Qiu Mo did not mean it that way as he hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand Officer Xu. I just feel that this matter has been dragging on without any progress. It was originally meant to delay everyone's time, so why not end it earlier?"

"This is ridiculous. Once we set up the case, we have to report it to the police. If we report it, we have to solve the case. What do you think we should do if you cancel it?"

Officer Xu sighed, her face looking even worse. She said helplessly, "Forget it, we've seen weird people before. I hope Miss Qiu won't come to the police station to play again."

As Officer Xu ordered the customer out, Qiu Mo was furious. However, reason told Qiu Mo that losing your temper at the police station was not a rational thing to do, so he could only give up.

The mute eats the yellow, bitter, unspeakable, tonight we still have to go back to the antique shop, apprehensive.

When he returned to the antique shop from the police station, it was already 5: 30 in the afternoon. Seeing that the sky was about to turn dark, Qiu Mo did not feel the slightest bit of hunger.

He thought that it was pretty good and saved a meal's money.

After busying himself for the entire day, his mind flew off to some unknown place. He hurriedly took a bath and laid on the bed in a daze.

The phone beside his hand suddenly rang. After last night's incident, Qiu Mo's heart was fiercely strummed by someone. He shuddered and sat up.

He touched the phone and looked at the name on the screen. Only then did he feel relieved and let out a long sigh before answering the call.

"Hello?"

A burst of noise came from the other end of the phone. Qiu Mo put his phone close to his ear and frowned. "Hong Xiu, did you run over to the nightclub to play again?"

After Qiu Mo shouted, the other end of the phone gradually calmed down. Soon after, a girl's voice that was pleasant to the ears but slightly tipsy was heard.

"Xiaomo, I've been pestered by an old man. Why don't you come save me?"

Qiu Mo's heart tightened as he heard that, but what followed was anger. Hong Xiu was usually a stubborn and careless little girl who addressed boys as brothers.

Although he was an open-minded person, he was very serious. After hearing that she had a new job, Qiu Mo did not ask about the matter regarding the antique shop.

However, hearing that Hong Xiu had been busy with work at both the company and the bar, Qiu Mo became even more curious about her work.

"Which bar are you at? Give me the address, I'll be there right away …"

Before Qiu Mo could finish asking, the other end of the phone was cut off. Without any warning, Qiu Mo's heart leaped into his throat.

Not daring to be slow, he slipped out of bed, pulled the canvas bag over the head of the bed, dragged his flip-flops, locked the door and took a taxi to the bar.

South of the Martial City was the outskirts of the city, and it was quite far from the city center. Looking at the rapidly jumping numbers on the taxi counter, Qiu Mo felt a pang in his heart.

He planned to find that damned girl, Hong Xiu and teach her a lesson.

He took out two furs from his bag and handed them to the taxi driver. Although Qiu Mo knew that there was something wrong with the taxi meter at this time, she didn't care too much about it since she wholeheartedly wanted to go to Hong Xiu.

Taking the change book, he went straight to the bar. If Qiu Mo remembered correctly, this bar could be considered a high-class entertainment place in the Martial City. Other than the rich second generation of Bai Fumei, there were also a lot of cadres.

The fish's eyes were mixed, Qiu Mo had never liked this kind of place.

He braced himself and walked into the bar. He was slightly dizzy from the bar's high frequency. His heart was thumping in his chest. This was the sign of a heart attack.

The bar was divided into two floors. Qiu Mo searched up and down, but could not find any sign of Hong Xiu. He called one phone after another, but they could not get through.

Qiu Mo's heart felt like it was on fire. While feeling anxious, Qiu Mo went downstairs to the bar, intending to ask the young man through the bar.

Just as he descended the stairs, a white silhouette flashed past Qiu Mo's eyes. His heart felt as if it was suddenly tugged by someone as he panicked and became fearful.

He suddenly turned his head and saw the empty stairs. The thick red carpet covering the stairs looked very strange.

Qiu Mo felt odd and shook his head before continuing on his way. His eyes swept across the stairs at the side, and as if suddenly realizing something, he stopped in his tracks.

Turning back in panic, a few faint drops of blood could be seen dripping down the thick red carpet. An inexplicable fear surged into Qiu Mo's heart. In the next second, Qiu Mo inexplicably lifted his foot and climbed up the stairs.

She really wanted to know who the owner of this blood stain was. It was clearly absurd, but Qiu Mo felt that his curiosity could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

Following the faintly discernible trail of blood, Qiu Mo ascended to the second floor. The blood stains were scattered all over the second floor corridor, finally disappearing outside the second-to-last private room.

Qiu Mo felt that his breathing had become a lot lighter. His heart was no longer as agitated as before. Instead, a terrifying calmness was slowly engulfing her.

The private room was completely silent. On the contrary, the other private rooms were in an uproar. Although the soundproofing effect was quite good, one could still hear the faint sounds of music from the corridor.

Perhaps it was the difference between lively and unusually quiet. Qiu Mo felt that the atmosphere was very strange and also very terrifying.

Qiu Mo did not know where the light switch inside the private box was set on the wall. Standing outside the door, he boldly reached his hand inside the door and fumbled for the light switch on the wall.

Suddenly, with the touch of his fingertip, Qiu Mo felt a slightly greasy and ice-cold liquid. Stunned for a moment, he suddenly retracted his hand, only to see a thick layer of blood on his palm.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and before he could even scream, a head covered in blood popped out of the door.

Qiu Mo was so frightened that he retreated a few steps. He did not expect that he would stumble against the wooden railing of the second floor corridor. His shoulder was in pain for a while.

"Little Mo?"

He saw that Hong Xiu was dressed strangely, with a red wig on her head, and the makeup on her face was as white as a virgin's. In her hand was a lifelike mask, as if she had just taken it off.

After confirming it was Hong Xiu, Qiu Mo got up from the ground, confused, and asked, "What are you doing, little girl? Did you come all this way just for me to see you on cosplay? "

Hong Xiu's pair of big eyes was really pretty. He immediately stepped forward with a guilty expression and supported Qiu Mo. With a guilty tone, he said, "I'm really drunk, but it's a long story. Let's go downstairs first."

Seeing that Hong Xiu was so secretive, Qiu Mo could only follow her downstairs. The red cultivator first found a quiet place and said, "Little Mo, wait here for me. I'll go change my makeup and buy you a drink."

Qiu Mo wanted to tell Hong Xiu that she didn't like to drink and didn't need to buy wine, but Hong Xiu had already left her seat and was heading straight for the bathroom.

As he walked past the crowd, he didn't take off his makeup, causing quite a sensation among the crowd.

Qiu Mo noticed that not long after the red cultivator entered the bathroom, a man came down from the second floor. He was dressed strangely, wearing an ancient robe with long hair tied behind his head.

He lowered his head and looked at the time. It was already 11 PM, but the atmosphere in the bar was slowly growing to its climax.

Ye Zichen was feeling weird. There wasn't any cosplay activity in the bar tonight, so what was that girl, Hong Xiu, doing?

As he was feeling curious, the eyes of the man dressed in an old-fashioned suit, who was walking down from the second floor, fell onto Qiu Mo through the crowd of people.

Qiu Mo was shocked. His sleepiness had already cleared up by more than half. She could clearly see this face. She had seen it before in the antique shop, in the antique market, and even in her dreams.

The man seemed to be smiling. Qiu Mo quickly stood up from the sofa and strode through the restless crowd in an attempt to find him.

However, the scene was too chaotic. It took Qiu Mo much effort to force his way through the crowd to the stairs, but by the time he reached it, there was already no one there.

Ye Xiao sighed. Fear flashed in his heart. He turned around and saw a puddle of blood under his feet. He was shocked.

He hurriedly chased her out of the bar. It was already nighttime on the street, and the bar was the only one that operated all night.

The red cultivator patted her shoulder from behind. Qiu Mo's body went stiff and he was shocked. He turned around to see that the red cultivator had changed into a clean white T-shirt and black and white checked slacks.

He looked refreshed and started to feel curious. He went straight to the point and asked, "Hongxiu, aren't you here for social meetups?"

The red cultivator glanced at the pitch-black street before smiling mysteriously. Without explaining anything, he pulled Qiu Mo into the bar.

Hong Xiu pushed a cocktail in front of Qiu Mo. He leaned his butt on the sofa and said, "Yesterday, the company sent a Maoshan Taoist. The company has not been peaceful recently, plus it's a superstitious leader."

Qiu Mo asked anxiously, "Taoist Mao Shan?" Your purpose in coming to the bar tonight has something to do with this Maoshan Taoist as well? "

After being asked by Qiu Mo, Hong Xiu's face suddenly turned red. He drank more than half of the wine in his cup and took advantage of his slight drunkenness to say, "Yes, it does have something to do with him."

Qiu Mo felt that this little girl, Hong Xiu, was in love. Based on Qiu Mo's understanding of Hong Xiu since childhood, this little girl had never mentioned any boys in front of her. But now, it seemed that Qiu Mo was very sure about her thoughts.

Hong Xiu looked at the blue cocktail in his cup and continued, "The company's leader suspects that there's something unclean in his office. In fact, even at home, he was known to be unnaturally chatty, but I don't know how he managed to invite the Daoist Maoshan over, so I took the initiative to cooperate. Who knew that he would come to the bar to catch ghosts.

"Ridiculous!"

Qiu Mo said as he snatched the wine cup from Hong Xiu's hands. "Little girl, you can catch ghosts just like that. Why did you call me here in the middle of the night!?" Do you know how childish you are! "