[One stick doesn't feel good enough. Maybe he needs a second one...Zhang Liao checks out the jumble of junk strewn around the room, hoping to find something else to make into an impromptu weapon if needed.]

Probably covered up. [He calls out over his back, as he pushes an old electric fan out of the way.] Though I wonder how the guy on the phone knew about it then.

[For some strange reason there's part of an old pipe here. Zhang Liao picks it up and tests its weight with his hands; should be good enough for their purpose.]

A vengeful spirit? Come on Chen Gong, ghosts aren't real. [He's never been a believer in the supernatural.] It's probably just the circuits gone crazy. We'll get out of her in the morning and tell the management to fix the damn things before we get a bite of '14 or something.

[He offers the broomstick to Chen Gong.]

Here. You might need this.