The female ghost obviously didn't expect that anyone would recognize her, how long she had been wandering, lonely for several years, she thought that she had long been accustomed to going out at night, resting in the endless long night.

But after a few years, someone called her surname again, which had been dusty for a long time, and the waves in her heart suddenly broke the gate like a flood that had been pent up for a long time.

Her soul trembled, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and looked at the handsome man in front of her with a worried expression, "How do you know?" ”

Jiang Futing didn't say that he saw it in the secret room, otherwise this female ghost knew that she would be made into a game after her death, and she was probably so angry that she lost control.

He recalled the introduction of the background of the story, picked out a piece of information that was unlikely to be wrong, and half-concealed and learned Bai Tang's nonsense, "I heard about it in school." ”

School? After so many years, she is still remembered in school?

The female ghost hesitated for a while, as if she felt something.

When Jiang Futing saw her, she felt that the script in the secret room seemed to be really incompatible with the real story, if she was really abused by four boys, not only would no one seek justice for her, but she would also be burdened with infamy, which should be full of hatred.

But for fear of revealing clues, his mind was very solid, and there was still no doubt on his face.

When the female ghost came back to her senses, she felt a little strange, this man looked old, but he was not very old, and the youngest who knew about her was twenty-three years old, and it was time to graduate.

"Is there anyone else at school who remembers me?" The anger between her eyebrows was faintly divergent, and there was a kind of anger that had been insulted by someone.

Jiang Futing guessed what she was thinking.

Since the female ghost is willing to stop communicating with him, it means that she is not so confident in her own strength, and she herself does not want to make trouble.

He continued to look sloppy, "I just finished the college entrance examination, and I checked a lot of school backgrounds before filling in the volunteers." ”

This reason is not emotionally redeeming, but it is reliable.

While the female ghost was disappointed, her vigilance was also relaxed, and she just murmured with emotion, "It's been so long." I thought everyone had forgotten about me. ”

"As long as you have done something, someone will always remember it." Jiang Futing's words come from the heart, as long as they have existed in the world, there will always be traces, as long as there are traces, there will always be people who will see them, and some people will know them.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it is so big that it is well known to make a fuss, and so small that you just pass by here, and the latter happens to pass by and see your footprints.

The female ghost was warmed by his heart-wrenching words, she had been alone for so long, and sometimes she had to forget who she was, and it felt good that she could still be remembered.

The anger on her face seemed to be blown away by the wind unconsciously, and her face was not washed with hatred, and her light smile became more and more thrilling.

She seemed to think of something, "You look cold, but your voice is very warm. ”

Jiang Futing was inexplicably praised and didn't know how to react, and the female ghost continued, "Before I died, there was a little girl, and she was the same as a little padded jacket. But let's talk about the little padded jacket, it is quite like this mountain weed, it can't be burned to death, hoe can't be exhausted, and it is very tough. ”

Listening to these words, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, obviously the two were extremely strange, but they were pulled by invisible silk threads.

His heart was beating with abnormal fluctuations, and the female ghost suddenly sighed heavily, and all the helplessness and self-blame were all in that sigh.

"I just didn't expect to die earlier than me. I sometimes think that if I hadn't made that decision, she would at least be alive now, but sometimes I feel that her temperament is better than living like this. ”

Jiang Futing didn't know who she was talking about, and he was afraid that he would be exposed, so he didn't answer her words and listened patiently.

Until she finished speaking, he changed the topic as if he was caring, "So Zhang Yan is the murderer who killed you?" ”

The female ghost didn't answer immediately, she thought about it, and half-pushed and half-said, "Forget it, after all, without these people, I wouldn't be reduced to what I am now." ”

Jiang Futing caught the clue in her words, he always thought that Zhang Yan caught the female ghost when she was alive, but the female ghost resisted and escaped halfway and was killed by mistake, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

He began to knock side-by-side looking for a breakthrough, "How many people?" ”

She didn't know how many people, she only knew that the people who killed them directly were all killed by her, and as for how many people colluded to do abduction and trafficking in secret, she didn't find out herself.

"I don't know." She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and then thought of something, and her tone was a little disdainful and frivolous, "What, does the little handsome guy want to protect them one by one?" ”

When Jiang Futing heard her words, he wanted to serve the people who were involved in trafficking back then, and this was the rhythm of strengthening his job with the people's police?

"If you have a mandate, I will take care of it." Jiang Futing is not a nosy person, but Zhang Yan has interests next to him, and he has to bargain for her, "Zhang Yan is my client, as long as you don't make a move on her, I will expose it to the police." ”

The female ghost wanted to laugh when she heard the word police, if it weren't for the blessing of these rural policemen, how could they have ended up in this step.

The people of these places pay too much attention to formal friendships, and they are false and stupid, and what others say is what they say, and they can be confused by the clever words of the so-called relatives.

Who can still see right from wrong in black and white!

Her smile gradually became cold, and her pale and delicate face became a little more indescribably bright under the bright red lips and eyes.

Jiang Futing realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately changed his mind, but before he could open his mouth to speak, the female ghost laughed again.

Her heart is empty, she is helpless and hateful, she hates the selfishness of these people, and hates these people for their greed and desires.

The shackles they created not only imprisoned her body during her lifetime, but even after death, hatred turned into heavy chains and imprisoned her soul.

She is not a complaining person, but these people act like a poisonous snake, and their poison will erode her soul by the way, and it will be stained in a clear and pure land.

She sneered sadly, "Justice has been dusted by the pretentious feelings, what is right has become wrong, and what is wrong has been covered."

With a high-sounding skin, who will really care about you in the end, and who will care what the hell you live in?! ”

The more she spoke, the louder she became, as if questioning, but only self-deprecation was left in her eyes with a smile.

It was probably because these few words of resentment were too deep, and Jiang Futing's mind was as calm as water, and he almost waved.

He could only ask with the sincerity of solving the matter, "Which police station is it?" ”

What happened a few years ago, and what kind of name can he find out, the female ghost showed a look of more than that, and her tone was full of disgust for that place.

"Hengjie Town Police Station."

Jiang Futing only felt that his brain exploded, and just now he was pulling the strange and vague line in his heart, which was so tight that it suddenly collapsed, and he had a faintly indescribable premonition that inadvertently appeared.

It can't be that coincidental, right?

But then I thought that the little girl that the female ghost said just now was numb in her heart like countless bloodthirsty insects and ants.

He thought of the snow-covered village, and Ning Qiuyu hoped that they would find the little face that Sister Yu was looking forward to in the future.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Sister Yu's surname is Yu, and this female ghost is also surnamed Yu, and the two of them were suddenly strung together on his body.

But for the first time, he especially hoped that his intuition and judgment were wrong!

If Ning Qiuyu knew that she had finally climbed through the thousands of mountains and seas between the two, but the light she was looking forward to there had also been reduced to darkness, what would she do?

Jiang Futing asked with great difficulty, "The village you sold is called Bitou Village?" ”

The female ghost never expected to hear these three words from other people's mouths, and she was even more surprised than when he called out his surname, "How do you know?" Didn't that village be slaughtered later? ”

It seemed to be an expected reaction, but after all, it was shocking, Jiang Futing slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to guess, "Did you slaughter that village?" ”

He spoke slowly, and the words grinded like a dagger drenched in venom.

The female ghost looked at him a little more, but she still didn't think she had to say it, but when she talked about it, the schadenfreude in her tone couldn't be hidden: "Then how do I know, I have done so much evil, and I will be punished by God."

Jiang Futing was relieved and relieved.

That's good, fortunately, he didn't become an out-and-out murderous demon because of hatred, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain to Ning Yuan.

Even if the answer in his heart was affirmative, he still had a non-existent hope, and finally confirmed, "The little girl you said is called Ning Qiuyu." ”

The female ghost's eyes were originally round and apricot eyes, but now they were directly the size of copper bells, but in addition to being surprised, her heart set off a surge that had not been seen for a long time, like a heat wave of the sea of qi after the explosion, which swept through her entire soul.

She opened her mouth, her lips squirming up and down.

The voice was very soft, as if he was unconsciously saying something because he was too shocked, or maybe he was talking to himself.

Before Jiang Futing could hear clearly, there was an earth-shattering scream from under the mountainside.

It's Zhang Yan's!

Could it be that the dead man who screamed out of her mouth and would get up came to her?

The two heads seem to have discussed it, and it is as if they are pinching it!

Jiang Futing's face was not very good-looking, and she left on the spot, which meant that Yu Youyi chased after her, and she didn't know what she would do in the future.

After only two seconds of momentary hesitation, Zhang Yan's screams rose several decibels, miserable, and almost echoed throughout the entire mountain forest.

His heart sank, and he didn't delay any longer, and he had to rush back without stopping.

It's just that he ran a little far when he chased Yu Youyi, and even if he tried his best, it would take him several minutes to get back to that house.

I don't know if Zhang Yan can hold on.

The galloping wind turned into countless sharp blades flying over him, and the heavy night stained his bad premonitions even more heavily.

As if to verify his conjecture, Zhang Yan's cries for help began to become weak intermittently.

Just listening to the terrible wail, he could feel a fresh life pass through his ears.

The coldness on Jiang Futing's body almost condensed into a sea, and by the time he arrived near the house, the smell of blood was so thick that it had already spread.

His heart suddenly sank and he fell into a deep cliff.

He rushed directly into Zhang Yan's room, and the woman was already silent. Zhang Yan was still sitting on the corner of the bed, looking up in the direction of his side in horror, and her eyes were almost bulging.

A large empty hole was dug out of his chest.

The bright shirt had been dyed blood red, and the blood was still dripping outward, dripping to the ground like a stream through the quilt, and bright flowers were blooming.

Jiang Futing furrowed his eyebrows and explored the pale and lifeless face.

What's more, even the soul is gone!

(End of chapter)