Time passed silently, and Zhang Lin stayed with me for most of the time except for work hours. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHe's been kind again, and he still likes to make fun of me, but I don't think so. Sometimes when I look at the laughter in the ward, I feel a sweetness that I have never felt before.

And the soul-detaining ghosts kept their word, and they didn't appear again for three days. Three days passed. My ankle has been rested and dressed, and sure enough, there is some improvement. When I was discharged from the hospital, I was at least able to walk on my own. It's just that there is still a little numbness and pain when walking, which is not a big problem.

When I got home, my mood changed for the better. However, the most important thing at the moment is to help Sister Chen with her afterlife. Zhang Lin and Bai Xuanzhi didn't go home directly, the two of them went to the funeral home, just to discuss Sister Chen's funeral tomorrow.

After a while, I heard someone ring the doorbell and opened the door. It was a boy I didn't know, and I immediately became alert. "Is there anything wrong?" I hesitated but asked politely. He stood in the doorway, staring at me, motionless, without any words, except for his hollow eyes and his face turned ugly. Such a complexion is not like a normal person's complexion, but like a ...... I didn't dare to think about it, so I subconsciously took a step back, my hand clenched into a fist, lest the little boy suddenly raise a knife and stab me in the chest. He stared at me expressionlessly, his gaze so cold that I was so frightened that I unconsciously avoided it. Who is he? Many questions flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious when I saw him standing there without saying a word. Time seemed to stand still, and with all my courage, I weakly asked again, "Uh... That, who are you looking for?" the voice was very small, but in this silent space, it was very clear. I suspect that if he doesn't speak, I'll be suffocated by his silence. Silence is a kind of pressure, and sometimes it is overwhelming. It's like the situation at this moment, I want to close the door several times, but because of the reasonable hospitality, I can only stop the negative thoughts in my heart.

But the truth is, every second I met the little boy, I felt an invisible pressure that clung me around and wrapped me tightly, making it harder for me to breathe, and worst of all, I didn't know how to get out of this embarrassing situation. It seems that I am overestimating my communication skills. I have to make a decision while it's still too late. You can't stay like that anymore, like a puppet and don't move.

Before I could speak, the little boy in front of me raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a strange smile. My eyes widened in horror, and my instincts told me that the boy in front of me was in terrifying danger. I unconsciously took several steps backwards in succession, and when faced with invisible fear, people always build a wall of guard in advance, in order to prevent the "most dangerous thing" from happening.

The whole space was completely silent, and the atmosphere was unusually eerie.

Who is this unknown little boy, and what is he trying to express to me? A thousand questions swirled through my mind. Maybe after going through so many things, I am much more courageous, like this little boy, I still have a sense of superiority, at least in terms of height, I am not so afraid. Naturally, I was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so I plucked up my courage again and shouted at the little boy who was silent, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Not to mention that I am going to call the police." I yelled at him desperately, and although I looked like I was not afraid of danger, only I knew that the frequency of my heart was accelerating in a hurry. He still didn't speak, not even a limb. He was still staring at me coldly, his eyes fixed on my face like arrows. The atmosphere was heavy. I even started to have delusions that he didn't have breath, yes, no breath at all. But people are human beings after all, even if they are suspicious, they dare not go forward to find out. Realizing my incompetence, I smiled bitterly.

He was surprisingly calm, and his cold gaze was like a thousand needles rushing straight at me, and his gaze made me shudder. I swallowed, even though there were still a thousand questions, but in the current situation, I was afraid that I couldn't ask anything.

I gasped and observed the little boy in front of me. His face was unusually pale, and his lips were kept closed, as if he couldn't open his mouth with a needle and thread. A short-sleeved jumpsuit with a shirt has a somewhat weak temperament. I fixed my eyes on his hands, dirty nails, and a little blood on them, blood stains! I finally knew what that strange smell was. No wonder as soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strange smell, which turned out to be the smell of blood in his hands. But it's not exactly like the smell of blood, but like the fishy smell of a corpse that has been rotting in the swamp for a long time.

Such a depressing atmosphere hides the smell of danger. "Hey, who the hell are you, who are you looking for here?" I asked unceremoniously. Even though I knew he wouldn't answer, I didn't give up on asking a few more questions.

I watched him warily. But he didn't respond to my words, and he still stood still, his eyes staring at me indifferently. My heart rose to my throat, and I felt a chill run through my body. However, the more scared I was, the more indifferent he became. My hands trembled unconsciously, and a chill swept over my hairs. No, I can't be suppressed by a child. I secretly retorted in my heart, trying to numb my nervous thoughts by some deception. He still looked at me indifferently, never taking his eyes off me the whole time. At this moment, he suddenly stretched out a hand and raised it to me, his lips opened slightly, and a cold sentence popped out of his throat: "You will be next." With that, he smiled eerily and disappeared under my nose.

I was stunned, unable to recover for a while. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of voice coming from the staircase. I ran out the door, searched inside and out, no! or no, how could he disappear in an instant?

The two voices in the staircase were getting closer and closer, and after a while, Zhang Lin and Bai Xuanzhi were already standing at the door. Seeing my panicked look, they walked up to me and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? What are you looking for? Your ankle hasn't fully recovered, go in and sit." It was Zhang Lin who spoke, and he still looked kind and kind.

I turned around, my eyes full of fear. Bai Xuanzhi noticed that something was wrong with my expression, stepped forward, put his arm around my shoulders, and said in a calm tone, "What happened?" I shook my head numbly, and then nodded again, even I couldn't explain it myself. Seeing my unruly appearance, Bai Xuanzhi glanced at Zhang Lin and motioned to go into the room, and waited for me to regain some consciousness before interrogating.

Zhang Lin immediately understood what he meant. Bai Xuanzhi helped me into the house, Zhang Lin scanned the surrounding situation left and right, and closed the door tightly after making sure that there were no suspicious people. I was so caught up in my shock that I couldn't remember when I entered the room and sat down. I looked out the window far away, still speechless. They also let me continue to be in a daze, and they did not intend to remind me of the terrible experience just now. Who is that little boy?