This floor only had children next door, and there was no doubt that these were the two sons of the roaring mistress next door.
Ning Wei glanced at the apartment next door. Their door was half-open.
The elevator had arrived. As the two young boys stepped in, the mistress from next door emerged.
She was slightly overweight and looked at Ning Wei with impatience.
Ning Wei followed her into the elevator. None of the four spoke.
It wasn't until Ning Wei felt her skirt being pulled that she looked over. It was the younger boy.
"What is it?" Ning Wei crouched down to ask.
Hearing the sound, the mistress immediately scolded her son, "How many times have I told you not to talk to people next door!"
The younger son just stuck out his tongue upon hearing this. Seeing that Ning Wei hadn't stood up yet, he even reached out as if to touch her chest.
Ning Wei lowered her gaze, suppressed her already clenched fist, dodged the boy's hand, and moved to a corner.
This disturbance was not small. The mistress saw it all. Instead of continuing to scold her son for his lack of manners, she gave Ning Wei a contemptuous look, "What are you dodging for? He's just an ignorant child."
Ning Wei was so angry she let out a cold laugh and immediately retorted, "It seems you often touch each other at home."
As soon as she said this, the elevator door opened. Ning Wei, without waiting for the mistress to retaliate, quickly walked to the small garden.
The mistress, not to be outdone, followed with her two children to the small garden. However, seeing that Ning Wei was surrounded by people, she became apprehensive and reluctantly turned to leave.
After she left, Song Zhicai emerged from behind a nearby trash can.
A passenger scoffed at him, "It's just a woman, why are you, a grown man, so afraid of her?"
Song Zhi did not want to argue with anyone and went directly to Ning Wei, "How is it? Any harvest?"
The other passengers also looked at Ning Wei with anticipation, as if placing all their hopes on her.
Ning Wei relayed the ghost's words to everyone.
"So, as long as we find out the cause of her death, we can get the ticket?"
"That's likely the meaning," Ning Wei replied.
"But the people here are unwilling to talk about it, what can we do?"
"Last night I wore the ghost's skirt and saw her life. If you are brave enough, you can do as I did and find more information through dreams."
As soon as Ning Wei suggested this method, all the women instinctively flinched away.
Who would dare wear a dead person's clothes, let alone come face to face with a ghost? Just thinking about it was enough to scare them to death.
Ning Wei saw their reaction and understood perfectly.
She turned to the male passengers and said, "There are also clothes of the ghost's husband in the closet. If you are brave enough, you can try wearing them for a night."
No one spoke.
Ning Wei found it boring and turned to leave.
She walked to the entrance of the residential complex and stared at the talismans in the security guard's booth, lost in thought. The middle-aged security guard she had spoken to earlier came out, "What are you looking at?"
Ning Wei pointed at the talismans and said, "I live in 1001 and feel something is wrong, so I wanted to ask where these talismans are sold and if you could give me one."
As soon as the security guard heard that Ning Wei lived in 1001, his expression changed drastically, "Talismans are all tricks. I advise you to move elsewhere as soon as possible."
After giving the warning, the security guard quickly hid back in the guard booth and did not reappear.
It seemed there was no hope of getting information from the security guard.
Now, the only way was to wear the ghost's clothes and obtain information through dreams.
However, Ning Wei couldn't possibly wear so many things by herself. This matter was truly impossible for her alone.
On the way back to Building Four, she saw the same brat who had accosted her in the elevator again. He stood by the roadside, looking lost and helpless, with no one around him.
Ning Wei remembered the ghost's warning and had a flash of inspiration. Before the roaring mistress appeared, she immediately ran over.
"Little brother, why are you here all alone?" Ning Wei tried to sound as kind as possible.
The brat sobbed, "I can't find my brother and mom."
Ning Wei first led him to a bench by the roadside and comforted him with various kind words. Once he stopped crying, she began to probe,
"Do you know where the aunt who used to live next door went?"
The little boy nodded, "Mom told me not to say."
"Did she die?" Ning Wei asked tentatively.
The little boy looked around to make sure his mother wasn't there, then secretly told Ning Wei, "Auntie died long ago."
Ning Wei seized the opportunity to ask more, but then she saw the little boy's mother walking towards them.
Ning Wei told the little boy, "What I asked you today must not be said, or the aunt will come looking for you!"
Ning Wei deliberately lowered her voice and even imitated two ghostly cries, scaring the little boy into nodding repeatedly and promising.
By this time, his mother had already arrived. She snatched the little boy and poked his forehead with her finger, "Didn't I tell you to stay put!"
She scolded the child fiercely, and passersby kept turning to look, but she acted as if she didn't see them.
After venting her emotions, she dragged the little boy home.
Throughout the entire process, she pretended not to see Ning Wei, showing no gratitude at all.
At this moment, the security guard also came over and comforted Ning Wei, "Don't bother with that woman. She's notorious in the complex. Everyone avoids her. Be careful in the future."
Ning Wei nodded, "Her temper is too strange. Is it because I live in 1001?"
The security guard lowered his head and said again, "I advise you to move out quickly. 1001 is not a good place."
Ning Wei thought the security guard had a change of heart and was about to ask more questions, but the security guard ran off again.
Ning Wei was speechless.
Returning to 1001, there were surprisingly several people sitting in the living room.
They were holding clothes from the master bedroom closet, but their expressions still showed some resistance.
Ning Wei looked at Fu Chengwei. Fu Chengwei immediately understood her meaning and explained, "They've thought it through, but they want you to confirm something: will wearing the ghost's clothes lead to death?"
Ning Wei didn't speak. She took out several toys from the study cabinet and handed them to these people, "As long as you hold these toys, I guarantee she won't harm you. This is because this ghost was a new mother, and last night I saw in my dream how good her relationship with her child was."
Everyone immediately took the toys, holding them tightly as if they were life-saving charms.
Ning Wei emphasized to them the importance of observing details. For example, there seemed to be something on the ghost's arm that she hadn't seen clearly last night.
Everyone nodded and then left 1001.
Even though they took the clothes, it was uncertain whether they would actually wear them. Ning Wei didn't hold much hope for these timid people.
Fu Chengwei thought for a moment, then took a shirt from behind the sofa cushion, calmly remembering that this shirt was also in the closet.