My hands were shaking all the time, and the frequency of shaking continued for several minutes. Zhang Lin poured a glass of water www.biquge.info handed it to me, allowing me to relieve my nervousness. He didn't say anything, just sat next to me in silence, and didn't rush to ask me what had happened.

After a while, the fear in my eyes still hadn't completely browned. The horror in my soul is still indescribable. I glanced at Zhang Lin, and a trembling voice overflowed from my throat, "It's terrible, that little boy!" I don't know if it was because I was scared and my voice was hoarse, or if I was so shocked that my pronunciation was a little slurred.

Bai Xuanzhi pulled a chair across from me and sat down. Puzzled, he asked, "What little boy?" I swallowed, tears welling up in my eyes, and I choked up involuntarily. Zhang Lin patted me lightly on the shoulder, and my irritability suddenly settled up.

"Just now, you weren't there. A little boy came to the door. I don't know it. He had been standing in the doorway, staring at me motionlessly, with a terrible gaze, and I felt that he had no breath. I observed that his hands were covered in dirt and blood. There was a stench of rotting corpses on his body, he stood for a long time, without saying a word, knowing that in the end, he pointed at me and said: You are next! I clenched my hands and rubbed them involuntarily, but my heart still couldn't settle down.

Zhang Lin was shocked by my words. Just a moment, he quickly regained his composure. After that, he thought thoughtfully, "Xuanzhi, take care of Xiaoqing, I'll go to the doorman to ask if any strangers have come." After he finished speaking, he left, leaving only me and Bai Xuanzhi looking at each other. A teapot was placed on the table, and Bai Xuanzhi naturally poured a cup and slowly tasted the charm of tea. The air was filled with the fragrance of tea, and somehow, smelling this faint fragrance, I was inexplicably better. He put the teacup to his lips, but he was not in a hurry to drink it, frowning, as if thinking about some major issue. After thinking for a while, he gently lowered the teacup in his hand and sat down beside me.

"When did the little boy leave?" His eyes rolled, and I chewed on the meaning of his words, but I didn't quite understand why he asked. Without thinking about it, I opened my mouth and replied, "Just when you are almost at the door." Actually, I hear your voices coming from the staircase. In my trance, he disappeared before my eyes. And then you probably know that. With that, I smiled weakly at him.

He listened to me, closing his eyes and then opening them again, as if thinking about something important. My head was still a little empty, I still felt dizzy and tired, but I was much more awake.

He noticed that there was still something wrong with my expression, and he didn't force me to remember too much. He said softly, "Okay, it's okay if you're fine." Wait until you see the Soulholders to ask them what they know. Don't underestimate them, their supernatural abilities should not be underestimated. He was impartial, as if he were calmly stating a fact.

I glanced at him, and although his expression was the same as usual, it was slightly different, and I couldn't say what was different for a while. I listened to him carefully, and he said so, and I couldn't say anything more. Besides, I don't know anything about the little boy, and it would be a vain fantasy to try to get some clues out of it.

After a while, Zhang Lin returned. He leaned back in his chair in despair, and it was clear that he hadn't asked for the answer he wanted. He didn't make a sound for a long time, grabbing his hair with both hands, and scurrying wildly. Seeing him look so depressed, I really couldn't bear it. I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't think of any words for a while. Besides, I can't bear to disturb him like he is now. He noticed the confusion on my face, and he sat down, straightened up, and looked up at us.

His face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed, but he had a serious expression. As if hesitating for a moment, he spoke: "I went to the guard's room to inquire, and no stranger has come in today, let alone a little boy. Moreover, when I described the appearance of the little boy you just described, they all shook their heads and said that they had never seen this little boy before. ”

Bai Xuanzhi interrupted Zhang Lin's words, "Uncle Zhang, I asked Xiaoqing just now, and she said that the child disappeared just a second before we arrived at the door. How can a person disappear without a trace right under his nose, you say? Suffice it to say that the little boy was not human. ”

Zhang Lin's eyes widened, he was shocked for a while, he couldn't speak, he stammered, and it took him a long time to say a sentence, "You... You mean...... That one... Child...... Is it a ghost? Or don't...... Other...... Monster? Zhang Lin couldn't help but shudder. He gasped, his eyes darting around for fear that the youkai he was talking about would suddenly appear in front of him, and this action lasted for nearly a few dozen seconds.

Bai Xuanzhi smiled bitterly, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Lin, asking him to moisten his throat and calm down. Zhang Lin took the teacup with trembling hands, his face slightly frightened. He took a sip of tea and took it in his mouth, trying to let the bitterness of the tea dilute his horrors. The reason why he trembled slightly was probably just because of the dignity he had reserved in front of us. Bai Xuanzhi glanced at him deeply, and said slowly: "Uncle Zhang, I will follow up on this matter, the most important thing now is the aftermath of Sister Chen tomorrow." This was mentioned to the point, Zhang Lin's eyes lit up, and he immediately came to his senses. His eyes were fixed on my face, his fear just now gradually dissipated, and it was not so powerful, and soon, he popped up a sentence: "Xiaoqing, you can also help tomorrow." I nodded. He paused and sighed slightly, "Hey, Xiaochen can rely on us." I understood what he meant, and somehow a faint sorrow rose in my heart.

I didn't sleep very well that night. I couldn't fall asleep, I thought a lot, and I fell asleep in the middle of the night. This night, I don't know what kind of dream I had, not only did I forget where I had been, but even the moment I woke up, I was confused about who I was for a long time, until I squinted at the bright sky, and was stunned for most of the day in the quiet early morning, and then I realized who I was. I moved my numb body and scratched at my sloppy hair before I remembered what I had to do today.

All night I thought about what the little boy had said, and even in my dreams, I repeated it all night. I've been trying to figure out what this sentence means, people are human after all, there will always be moments when they dig into the horns of the bull, and the mystery that can't be solved in my heart will always haunt me and make me not feel at peace. For this sudden sentence, I have been exploring for a long time, but I have never been able to figure it out, and it is precisely because of this that I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. It wasn't until the second half of the night that I tried to convince myself to go to this mess of thoughts, and fell asleep in a daze. However, in the dream, it was another entanglement.

I rubbed my temples vigorously, and I was in a bad mood early in the morning. Sitting quietly, the words that were burned in my brain were turned out again, and when I thought about it over and over again, my head almost burst out, and the pain was terrible. A slight cool breeze blew slowly and sprinkled on my face, which made me sober up for three minutes. The depression in my heart yesterday can be forgotten for the time being. Okay, let go of all the depression in your heart today, and concentrate on sending Sister Chen a ride.