Village Chief Miao's hypothetical theory, while sorting out the clues, did not forget to prick up his ears to listen to Yin Seventeen, but did not make any comments. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, the world is unpredictable.

Again, if Widow Miao really forms another new home with Miao Gui, who can say who can say whether she will be killed again?

Fate has always been the most unpredictable and unpredictable thing.

Seeing that the hour was not yet a child, Yin Seventeen asked the Miao village chief and his son some daily questions about the Miao widow.

But it was late, long past their usual rest.

Village Chief Miao was helped into the house by Miao Gui to rest, and after settling Village Chief Miao, Miao Gui walked back to the courtyard and said to Yin Seventeen:

"My family is not big, the vacant room is only the room where my daughter Miao Miao was not married before, that room has not been inhabited for a long time, I have cleaned up, and Yin Kuaishou will be one night!"

Yin Seventeen smiled and said, "What Uncle Miao said, it's because Seventeen is bothered!" And call me seventeen in the future, call me the yin fast hand monster! ”

Miao Gui smiled lightly and said yes again and again.

Village Chief Miao and Miao Gui both went to sleep, but Yin Seventeen slept on the bed in Miao Miao's room but couldn't sleep at all, so he simply sat up.

There was still half an hour to go, and the distance from the village chief's house to the concave slope was about two quarters of an hour, and she would wait for a quarter of an hour at most.

She likes to prepare in advance for everything, and going to the scene of the crime to see the dead words of the deceased is no exception, and she will leave a quarter of an hour in advance.

If she hadn't waited for Zhan Yan to come, she would have left now two quarters of an hour earlier.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhan Yan still hadn't come.

Yin Seventeen didn't wait any longer, she got up and got out of bed and touched the door. After gently opening the door, seeing that she didn't wake up the father and son of the village chief Miao, she quietly went out of the courtyard door.

Carrying a small lantern from the village chief's house. She walked straight to the hollow slope.

Walking on the track and field path at night, it is dark and silent. Occasionally, there were two frog calls, and she carried a small lantern to only light the road in front of her, and walked unhurriedly.

About two quarters of an hour later, Yin Seventeen really reached the concave slope.

The night was dark, and the uneven slope was not small, and it was not easy to find the place where Widow Miao died, but fortunately she had good eyesight, bright and bright like an owl, and with the assistance of a small lantern. It didn't take much effort to find it.

Standing on the concave slope where the Miao widow lay when she died, she still looked at the track and field path on the concave slope before biting her finger, thinking that she was fortunate to be here.

But when she didn't see it, she was also disappointed.

About a quarter of an hour when Village Chief Miao was waiting for her face, she had this premonition.

She believes that Zhan Yan is a person who remembers his commitments, and he will never break the appointment for no reason, and he should be delayed by something.

Retracting her gaze, she raised her right index finger to her lips. It was bitten at once, and I watched the blood on my index finger under the black curtain quickly condense into blood droplets, and then drip on the place where Widow Miao died.

"Ding!"

The familiar chime of a bell rang out, and her eyes were fixed on the spot where the blood dripped and encroached on the weeds that had disappeared into the hollow slopes.

One, two, three......

Gradually. The point where the blood dripped in and disappeared began to drip blood.

One, two, three......

These drops of blood were not her blood, but her blood was nothing more than a primer to bring out the blood of the dead, drop after drop of blood. Gradually, from a few to countless drops of blood emerged from the weeds, slowly flying above the weeds.

Above her head, it will stop. It seems to be consciously and quickly condensed and arranged into one word after another.

Miao Da, I can finally go to you......

After reading the dead words of Widow Miao. Yin Seventeen lost all her strength in an instant as usual, and the support point of her body's balance quickly collapsed, and almost at the same time as she finished reading the dead words, she was already kneeling on the grass softly, her hands propped on the grass, and she gasped for breath.

After a moment's breath, she rolled over and sat down, simply sitting cross-legged on the grass to rest.

After about a quarter of an hour, less than two quarters of an hour, she regained some strength, and was no longer lying on her stomach like a mollusk.

Yin Seventeen thought about it, it seemed that the sequelae of the after-effects after watching the dead words this time were shorter, and when she watched the dead words in the heavy rain and showed her face, she remembered that it would take at least two quarters of an hour to recover some physical strength.

The time had been shortened, and although it was only a quarter of an hour, it was a very exciting discovery for her.

Fortunately, there was no one on the slope at night, otherwise seeing her such a strange behavior, I would have thought that she was some kind of demon.

Just as he was thinking, he heard footsteps approaching.

Her ears moved, she discerned the direction of the next direction, and looked at the past, but instead of showing her face, it was a thin figure, only vaguely seeing the figure of a black shadow, slowly walking towards her.

Yin Seventeen stood up and waited for the dark shadow to approach.

The man came nearer, but did not come near her, but stood at a distance to look at her.

She stared at the man as well.

The man saw that she was staring at himself for a moment, as if he was frightened by her, and he did not dare to step forward with some fear, and only stood on the grass on the concave slope more than twenty paces away from her:

"Y-What's wrong with you? Are you sick? ”

The man spoke, and the voice was a man, and he was still in the middle of his youth.

But no matter how closely she looked, she couldn't see the young man's appearance clearly.

Yin Seventeen couldn't help but raise the lantern to shine at the young man's side, but the lantern was too small to shine too far, and even the young man's feet didn't shine at all.

She had to take a few steps forward, thinking that she could see better and speak better.

However, when she stepped forward with a small lantern, the young man also stepped back again and again, and whispered in fear:

"Don't come here!"

Yin Seventeen stopped speechlessly: "What are you afraid of!" I'm not sick, I'm not contagious! Just now, I just stood for a long time, and my legs were a little sore, so I fell, but now I'm fine, you really don't need to be afraid of me. ”

The boy didn't listen much, but she went further and he took two steps back.

No, she simply stood still, no longer advancing or retreating, and the boy still looked at each other from a distance of more than twenty steps.

Such a distance, because she still carried a small lantern in her hand. The target was more conspicuous, and the boy could see her more clearly.

And she looked at him. He was completely hidden in the night, and only a human silhouette could be faintly seen in the dark. Listening to the voice, I know his gender and age, but I can't see who he is.

After a while, Yin Seventeen didn't want to stalemate with the boy anymore, it was really boring, and she couldn't wait to show her face, she was a little lost and a little worried.

She didn't want to show her face and really missed the appointment, but she didn't want to show her face because she had an accident and couldn't go to the appointment, these two contradictions made her almost crazy.

Yin Seventeen was depressed and slightly angry and walked back to the place where Widow Miao died. Sit down cross-legged.

Thinking about it again, it seemed to be the place where Widow Miao lay down when she died, and she didn't feel very good, so she moved her buttocks again and sat on the side.

The little lantern also made her half-carry and half-rest on the grass, so that it was pressed between her hand and the grass.

The faint light of the lantern didn't shine far, but it was enough to illuminate her face.

The young man seemed to see that Yin Seventeen was in a bad mood, thinking that he had misunderstood that she was seriously ill and was unhappy, and he couldn't help but comfort uneasily:

"Actually...... It's okay if you're sick......"

Yin seventeen is happy. As soon as he lost his temper, he scolded without raising his head:

"You're sick! Your whole family is sick! ”

The boy choked dumb.

After Yin Seventeen was angry, he felt much more comfortable, but it was not good to think about her like this.

People saw that she was in a bad mood and wanted to comfort her, although the direction of this comfort was ridiculously wrong. But no matter what, people are also well-intentioned, although this kind intention is used in the wrong place. But......

She took a deep breath and spit it out slowly—but the people still had good intentions!

The boy scratched at his hair. He felt that he had inadvertently annoyed Yin Seventeen.

Although he hadn't seen Yin Seventeen's official clothes clearly, he didn't know that she was a bad master. But looking at the vague size and listening to the voice, he could be sure that the other party was a teenager his age.

The young man admitted his mistake in his heart very happily, and apologized to Yin Seventeen in a low voice:

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that you were sick, you said you were not sick, but I was still saying it...... It's my fault, don't be angry, I'm ...... I'll leave now, I won't bother you anymore! ”

After saying that, he silently turned around and walked back, really wanting to get out of her sight.

Yin Qiqi listened to the young man's words, and then saw that the young man really wanted to move her to a quiet place, she felt even more ashamed in her heart, and hurriedly got up and chased after her guiltily and said:

"Eh, don't go! I don't really blame you......"

Unexpectedly, her action of catching up did not keep the boy, but frightened the boy to trot faster!

Only then did she remember that the boy didn't want her to come near him at all!

Yin Seventeen had no choice but to stop his pace and shouted helplessly:

"Alright, alright! I'm not chasing you, so don't you run away, okay? Can we talk from such a distance? ”

She stopped, and the boy really stopped, which instantly made her think—is she really a poisonous snake and beast?!

Yin Seventeen was depressed for a while, and then asked in a way that he thought he was very kind and kind:

"What's your name? Why did the third watch come to this hillside in the middle of the night? ”

The boy didn't hear it, and he didn't snort without snorting.

She rolled her eyes in the darkness.

But she was not discouraged, licked her lips that were a little dry, and Yin Seventeen smiled and asked again:

"You don't want to say...... That's fine, too! Then let's talk about another question, I said I wasn't sick, why are you still afraid that I'm so afraid that I will turn around and run? Do you really think I'm a ghost? ”

The boy listened to her series of words, apparently unresponsive.

But when he heard her say, "Am I a ghost?", his neck shrank significantly, his shoulders trembled as if there were dirty things, and his eyes turned in all directions, looking very scared.

Yin Seventeen saw it, and poked it lightly:

"Are you afraid of 'ghosts'?"

The young man didn't bother to turn his eyes anymore, and shouted directly at her in annoyance:

"Shut up!"

Yin Seventeen had a feeling of guessing the puzzle, and deliberately confirmed again:

"Are you really afraid of 'ghosts'?"

At this time, the young man not only raised his voice and scolded Yin Seventeen to shut up, but his eyes were already covered with a light of fear and annoyance, and he shouted:

"There is no one in this world who is not afraid! When you really encounter it, you will also be afraid! Even more scared than I am! ”

Oh...... Encounter?

So, did the teenager encounter it?

Yin Seventeen was very curious: "Why?" Have you seen it? So you're afraid? ”

Thinking about it again, she seemed to understand why some teenagers were always afraid of her approaching:

"Actually, you knew I wasn't sick from the beginning, and you suspect that I was ghosted, right? The reason why you ask me if I'm sick is actually asking if I have any ghosts in me, right?

You're afraid that the ghost hasn't left my body yet, so you don't get close to me, as soon as I get close to you, you also run away, you're afraid that there are still ghosts on my body, and it's also the ghost of Widow Miao, who just died, right?! ”

The young man looked at Yin Seventeen in surprise: "Have you seen it?" ”

His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that he was genuinely afraid.

Of course, Yin Seventeen hadn't seen it, but she had already seen what Widow Miao wanted to say most before she died, although it was a useless dead word, so she nodded.

If she has something in common with him, can she dig up some unexpected and useful clues in him?

When the young man saw Yin Seventeen nodding, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, he took two steps back, and looked left and right in a panic.

Yin Seventeen knew what the young man was looking at, and even more so what he was afraid of, so he couldn't help but comfort him and said:

"She's gone early, you don't have to be afraid."

The young man didn't seem to believe her words, and after watching for a while, he finally stopped, and he turned to look at Yin Seventeen, who was more than twenty steps away from him, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Y-you, have you really seen ...... ghost of 'her'?"

Yin Seventeen nodded: "Of course it's true, I also heard her say what she wanted to say the most before she died!" ”

The boy raised his ears in anticipation and listened attentively to what she was saying.

Yin Seventeen deliberately asked, "You want to know?" ”

The boy nodded.

Yin Seventeen Ring raised his chest: "It's okay if you want me to tell you, but in exchange, you also have to tell me what 'ghosts' you have seen, how about it?" ”

The boy hesitated, as if he was making a judgment.

Yin Seventeen didn't urge him, just stood not far away and waited.

After a while, the boy finally nodded.

Yin Qiqi happily stretched out her right palm, wanting to give the young man a high-five, but when she saw that it was so far away, she had to hit her right palm and left palm accordingly:

"Deal! Before she died, Widow Miao said, 'Miao, I can finally go to you......'"

When talking about Widow Miao's dead words, she also deliberately imitated the tone and demeanor of the female ghosts in those modern ghost movies in her previous life, coupled with the somewhat desolate concave slopes at night, which was eerie and terrifying.

Then she looked at the young man not far away, and his whole body trembled, shaking, shaking...... With a pop, he sat down on the grass, his eyes wide and he muttered something nonsense.

Yin Seventeen couldn't hear it very clearly, his muttering seemed to be in his mouth and didn't say it, no matter how good her ears were, she couldn't hear anything at this time.

She slowly approached the boy.

Step by step, slowly.

Approaching, with the night breeze blowing, Yin Seventeen smelled a smell of urine.

This smell is not unfamiliar to her, but the smell of urine at the moment is obviously much stronger than the smell of the urine she has been splashed on half of the child. (To be continued.) )