But instead of touching the ball, I pulled out a white bone.

The little boy's head peeked out of the door, shook his head, and said, "This is not the ball I want!"

I continued to touch and pulled out another bone, this time a leg bone.

The boy shook his head and said it wasn't the ball he wanted.

In the end, every time I took out something, the other person shook his head, and that's when I

found that unconsciously took out a skeleton.

I'm afraid this is the skeleton of the little boy.

When I saw this, the other party's skull was left unfinished.

Then I continued to take it, and at this moment I noticed that the little boy's face immediately overflowed with a smile, it was obvious that the other party's skeleton was locked under the bed, and if it was all taken out, the little boy would definitely be resurrected through his soul.

I don't know what spell it is.

Anyway, I think that's the purpose.

Of course, it was impossible to make the other person succeed, and when I immediately took out the other person's head, I threw the head under the bed again, and the little boy glared at me with blood-red eyes and said, "Why are you doing this?

I smiled and asked, "I'm not your father, why do I listen to you for everything, but it's okay if you want my help, tell me what happened in this residential area?"

Immediately afterwards, the little ghost shook his head and shook it to his face, showing a very frightened expression.

I wondered why this little ghost was a ghost in his own right, and why I was afraid to be like this when I mentioned another thing.

It's really rare for ghosts in the world to be afraid of ghosts and the like.

At first, the little boy shook his head and refused to tell me, but after a few threats, the little boy relented.

The little boy opened his mouth helplessly and said: "There has been such an incident in this community, there is such a thing..."

As a result, before the bear child could finish speaking, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the bear child's soul was hit violently, and his soul was scattered in an instant, and he didn't even let out a scream.

Sure enough, there is a problem with this garden community, but unfortunately I can't ask anything, this child is no longer there.

When I saw this, I immediately rushed out the door and was outside, but it was already a step too late.

Sure enough, something happened in this community, otherwise it would not have been possible to guide me here for no reason.

But when I wanted to investigate, it was simply as difficult as climbing to the sky, not to mention anything else, and it was impossible for the whole community to be searched by me alone.

And even if you find it, it may not appear in front of me.

It's useless to notify the police about this matter, and it's impossible to let the police help me catch the fool.

I was a little depressed when I got to this, and that's when my phone rang.

When I answered the phone, it was Wang Ruohan who called me, saying that it was a landline at home, and it was almost blown up by the TV station.

It was said that a staff member had found a clue and asked me to go quickly.

I immediately hurried out of the neighborhood and asked the police to take me back to the TV station in a police car.

When I went upstairs, I found that there was only one photographer in the entire studio, and the others were already off work.

The photographer turned on all the lights of the entire TV station, and even though it was broad daylight, the other party was still shaking and looking very cold.

The photographer is a girl.

She has very beautiful long hair, and it is said that she is a college student who graduated from the Broadcasting Academy, and she just came here for an internship this year.

When the other party saw me, she was almost speechless at first, and I didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, but after a long time, the girl eased up a little.

As soon as the girl spoke, something came that made me wonder.

The girl said, "I've always seen strange things since I was a child, but no one around me believed me!"

I've been through enough things, and I know what to say next as soon as the other person opens his mouth.

I smiled and pulled the girl out of the corner, and replied directly: "I believe you can say anything directly, your physique is called psychic physique, and your sense of soul is stronger, so you often see things that others can't see, and there are not too many girls with a physique like you, so it's normal for people around you to not understand you!"

The girl was much more relaxed when she heard me say that.

Then the girl in front of me told me that she had come to the studio to check the camera equipment.

Because I wanted to take a leave of absence next week to take a good rest, I completed all my work before taking a leave of absence.

Who knew that when I came here before, I felt that something strange was happening in this room.

The girl looked around, and suddenly saw a bloody hand lying on the edge of a garbage can.

Seeing this scene, the girl was half frightened, and she was relieved to know that she had called me.

When the girl said this, she pointed to the trash can in the office and told me that it was there.

With curiosity, I walked over slowly, and at this moment I found that there was a green trash can in front of me, which was the kind of trash can that was common in the market, and there were a lot of messy things in it, including waste paper and melon peels.

But I didn't see the so-called strange bloody hands.

I looked down in wonder, and at this time, I realized that there was an envelope in the garbage that we had thrown into it before.

Among us wrote this story, it was that Xiaoxue who wrote it.

The editor who died before made a mistake and gave me this envelope written by Xiaoxue with no content.

Later we threw it in the trash as garbage.

The trash can has never been cleaned, so the letter has been left here, so I picked it up.

After opening it, I took a look.

It's weird.

The envelope, which had not been written a single word, was suddenly densely filled with contents.

Could it be that this letter was the real one at the time?

Thinking of this, I immediately laid the letter on the table and began to read it.

It's a story.

Instead, the story is like the editor's own story.

The content was very engaging, much better than the story I read on the radio, and when I saw it, I called the photographer over and watched it at the same time.

It refers to a young boy whose parents left at a very young age and was given to his grandfather by Beto.