I jumped down from the window and chased out of the room.
But I knew the little ghost had already fled. I probably wouldn't catch him.
As soon as I ran downstairs, I saw the hotel owner swinging a cleaver at Song Xiaotian.
Song Xiaotian disarmed him bare-handed and pinned him to the floor.
"What the hell! Why's he attacking me out of nowhere?" Song Xiaotian was groggy from sleep and still hadn't quite woken up.
I hurriedly pulled a talisman from my pocket, pressed it against the owner's forehead, and recited the Ghost-Sending Curse once.
Once I finished the incantation, the owner passed out. Song Xiaotian and I helped him onto the sofa and left him alone.
"That little ghost already came?" Song Xiaotian asked me.
I glared at him. "Why did you run just now?"
He scratched his head, not daring to look at me. "Sorry, I was half asleep..."
I was a little speechless. The little ghost had escaped, and we'd wasted another night staking the place out.
But this little ghost really was strange. He was a ghost, yet he insisted on stealing money. What use was the money to him? How could he spend it?
My five hundred yuan was as good as gone.
Back in the room, I checked the time. It was past five in the morning, and dawn was almost here.
Song Xiaotian and I lay down and went back to sleep. We slept until ten that morning, when a call from Meng Yifan finally woke us both.
He asked how things were going. I told him what had happened and said we probably wouldn't be back today either. Song Xiaotian and I would have to stake the place out for another night.
After all, we were already here. If we went