After checking out in a hurry, Zhang Luo decided to go home overnight first.

On the way, Bai Su asked his doubts.

“…… It's the most ordinary Morse code, and the translation is my love letter to her, and I'm still at home with that thing. She kept tapping her fingers on the table with regular regularity from time to time, and I had noticed it a long time ago. So he motioned to Wuxin and let her write it down on the table. I just said that I was afraid of being eavesdropped, listened. You also saw it just now, and it was unintentionally turned out of that thing in the bag. In such a short time, I can still sew it in the sandwich. Xia Zisu's Bichi is also bold, and he didn't forget to pass on the news to me at this time. Zhang Luo sneered, "It's really amazing." On the other side, it's about to become a spy movie. ”

Ghosts can communicate with their minds, and of course they can write passwords on the table quietly. It's also a shame that he can still compete with Xia Zisu for you and me, this acting skill is not a star and a half, how can it be like two junior high school students? What's more, it's still Morse code, will the average person understand this kind of thing?

Zhang Luo only remembered that it was mentioned in the textbook when he was in junior high school in another world, but it was only mentioned, fortunately he knew something, and his memory was not bad, of course, more importantly, the Morse code was simple enough.

But Bai Su suddenly stopped, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt from the sky: "Love letter? ”

Zhang Luo's face was a little dark, I don't know if that thing is true or not, because he crossed over. But whether it's true or not, the words in it are his, no matter who looks at it, it's definitely black history, and it's purely a matter of forgetting to stay.

Then he saw Bai Su's crying appearance in a blink of an eye.

Yes, the concerns of the two sides are completely different.

This has to be explained, otherwise the last helper will run away.

But it's not a problem, I don't know.

"Maybe it's my previous one, and Xia Zisu returned it to me again, I didn't even know that I wrote a love letter to her." Zhang Luo said this, very casually and unconcerned.

Bai Su thought of Zhang Luo's attitude towards him a few weeks ago, and seemed to have an answer.

Thankfully, Brother Luo had forgotten what had happened. She suddenly had such an idea, and she felt that she really shouldn't have it, her thinking was too bad, so she quickly found a way to get rid of it.

She wiped away her tears and forced her support: "Brother Luo, it's okay, you don't have to explain it to me." I'm fine. ”

Zhang Luo, who was holding an umbrella, rolled his eyes, and didn't explain if you still want to play you chasing me, and then you had a car accident with cancer? So, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, where does he come from so many tenderness, do you know what love is? A little flirtatious will be red-faced, such a rookie is good at not learning, and he will learn some nonsense things.

He didn't have time to grind with his sister on a trivial matter.

Pouted, took Bai Su on the night bus, and now in this situation, some things really have to be done.

Those who can work harder.

Someone seems to have forgotten something, though.

in the hotel.

Mo Tear was staring at the empty guest room in front of him in a daze, he was tracking a fierce spirit, but the guy ran fast, because he chased too far, and when he came back, it was already empty.

So, why didn't anyone wait for him or take him back?

Mo Tear fell into deep thought and suspicion of ghosts......

In the early hours of the morning, on the high-speed train.

Bai Su fell asleep leaning on Zhang Luo, and the girl was already a little accustomed to his intimate contact, and even more comfortable. Zhang Luo closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, there were not many people on the high-speed train, and there must be something urgent going on in the middle of the night between the cities on the island, and no one slept, for fear of passing the station.

However, compared to the special trains of Songshan and Longmen, the high-speed trains around this island must be much farther. The lights in the train are not conspicuous, presumably to make it easier for people to rest on the train.

The night was deep, and the rain outside hit the car windows, forming slanted water marks. The rural background outside the window, illuminated by the city lights, presents a dark purple cloudiness and haze in the sky at night, giving people an ominous feeling, and the dream-like beauty of the girl during the day are simply two extremes.

But no one looked out the window, everyone was very tired, even Zhang Luo became haggard under the blow of a series of changes.

With the sound of the train crashing with the rails, the carriage was extremely quiet, and the rainy night continued.

The temperature in the train was slowly decreasing, and the unintentional in the bag slowly came out, pulling the corner of Zhang Luo's clothes with one arm.

Zhang Luo woke up suddenly: "When did you actually fall asleep?" ”

He was a little puzzled, but he looked at Wuxin beside him and realized it. He didn't move, the silence around him was terrifying, and there was a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Something is wrong, let's see how it goes.

But one is for sure.

Ghost.

Hell again.

Paranormal events seem to have become more frequent lately.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Luo saw a strange scene.

In the dimly lit train, a strange man stood in the aisle of the train, dressed in a shabby winter jacket in September, and in his hand was a stack of leaflets, handing out to the passengers on the train.

As he got closer, the dim light above his head flickered, as if it had been out of touch. However, Zhang Luo didn't see how he walked, but he got closer at the moment when he finished distributing the leaflets. If you don't know the truth, you may think that your eyes are wrong, and this way of walking is strange among ghosts.

As the ghost approached, Zhang Luo also saw his appearance clearly. According to the shape of the jacket and the dogskin hat, Zhang Luo reminded him of the military coat of his world, and it is estimated that this world will not be too different, it can be judged that it should have been green, but the dirt cover turned black, and there was mud on it, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

He looked at the muddy water stains dripping from his coat, and he was almost certain that the Rainy Night Plague had done it, and had dug a ghost out of the ground.

Or is it manufactured.

Either way, he's definitely in trouble.

Zhang Luo looked at the leaflet in his hand again, the leaflet is probably not a good thing, I am afraid that it is either a medium for killing people or something that induces people to be killed.

It is not always possible to advertise a particular hospital's specialized research on venereal diseases.

Zhang Luo looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly in his arms, thinking about what to do.

He shook Bai Su and whispered, "Su Su, wake up." ”

"Brother Luo, what's wrong?" The girl rubbed her eyes and opened them in a daze, and her clear eyes looked confused.

Zhang Luo was afraid that her frightened voice would cause some unpredictable changes, so he covered her lips and pointed to the front.

Bai Su looked ahead, his eyes widened, and the shock and fear on his face couldn't be hidden: "Hmm! Whining!! ”

Zhang Luo waited for him to calm down before letting go of his hand, and took out the things in his backpack, listening to books, and candlesticks or something.

Originally, if it was an ordinary item, it would not be possible to take it on the train, but these are supernatural items, and there is no trace of their existence in most technological means or they will show an inexplicable scene. Unless you manually rummage through it, there's nothing wrong with that.

"Susu, you retreat, I'll test the depth of this guy." Zhang Luo handed her the bag and turned his head to leave.

"Brother Luo!" Bai Su took his hand abruptly, looked at Zhang Luo's face, and swallowed the original words again: "Pay attention to safety." ”

Zhang Luo's lips squirmed, but he didn't speak, only firm, and his tall and broad back blocked the girl's face......

These are all the conjectures of a young girl.

What Zhang Luo actually thought in his heart was: "Damn, don't plant a flag for me, little kid!" ”

He had a black line on his face, and it didn't seem to be too difficult to do anything.

An ancient book in one hand, a candlestick in the other, and a powerful ghost, no matter how you look at it, you can leave this ghost behind, why do you feel a little uneasy?

"Anyway, use cannon fodder to clear the way first." Zhang Luo gritted his teeth, opened the ancient book, and touched the void.

"......" Zhang Luo finally thought that the elevator ghost hadn't come back yet, and he wanted to cover his face, "It's really confusing, that guy was actually forgotten by me in Longmen." ”

But fortunately, the ancient books can be recovered directly.

The little ghost who was summoned was still confused, and his dark eyes seemed to be stunned, he was just chasing the high-speed train with his feelings.

I don't know who gave it the courage, his special ability is just to play with the elevator, and it is actually faster than the high-speed rail.

"Plug this in it!" Zhang Luo stuffed the candlestick into the little ghost's hand, and without hesitation, he gave the order and aimed directly at the flyer ghost.

The little ghost is just a fierce spirit, under the control of the ancient book, he carried out Zhang Luo's order to the letter, and rushed up with the candlestick. Its resoluteness and tragedy are no less than those who shout "Allahu Akbar".

But as soon as Mo Tear approached, the candlestick was opened, and the ghost in the coat actually grabbed the little ghost directly, and slapped and folded it in a strange way, turning it into a leaflet and distributing it.

Zhang Luo's jaw was about to drop, he hurriedly opened the ancient book, and the real name on the contract of the little ghost Mo Tear was blurred, and it seemed that he had lost part of his strength.

But this is not over, it seems that Zhang Luo's special and abnormal movements have been noticed, and the flyer ghosts no longer hand out flyers one by one. He looked up, and his face, which had been in the shadow of the dogskin hat, was disgusting, and even his eyeballs were gone, leaving only dirt and corpse water in the empty eye sockets.

Almost instantly, a strong stench hit the nose, and the ghost had already arrived in front of Zhang Luo.

Its rotten hand picked up a leaflet and was about to deliver it to Zhang Luo.

Almost as soon as he came to his eyes, Zhang Luo was instantly terrified and subconsciously retreated, but the distance between the two sides did not change at all.

"What kind of weird ability is this!" Zhang Luo was shocked, and hurriedly used the ancient book to suppress the hand that sent the leaflet.

You don't have to think about it to know that this thing is not a good thing!

But Zhang Luo immediately felt a huge force from the ghost's hand, forcing him to hold the ancient book with both hands and desperately resist. He didn't dare to touch this ghost directly, who knows what that corpse water is?

Moreover, he had already seen a black-and-white figure on the flyer of the Ghost Hand, and the human form in it was changing. From Zhang Luo's current appearance and the appearance of a tragic death, they changed from each other.

That's a death notice!