When he turned around, Bai Tang stood casually with his pocket, and after sensing his sight, he gave a lazy look, then raised his feet and left: "I'm tired for a day, hurry back, recuperate, and then move on to the next step."

Jiang Futing "en" for a moment, and then followed.

Bai Tang walked a little carelessly, and his walking posture was lazy and lazy, but his head was always slightly raised, his face raised, and he was enjoying the oncoming wind a little wantonly.

"I won't go back tonight, I'll send you off later, and I'll go straight down." He said suddenly.

Jiang Futing suddenly lost the leisure of walking, don't look over, and his eyes opened a little wider.

Hurried down again? Didn't you just say two days ago that you won't go down often in the future?

Although he didn't say this, Bai Tang still saw through it: "Don't look at me like this, if it weren't for these bad things, I wouldn't have rushed down in a hurry."

This tone is as if he is playing with a child's temper and has to pull people.

Jiang Futing stuffed his head and kicked the dead leaves passing by with his feet, but the dead leaves didn't even have a chance to float up, and they couldn't withstand the strength of his feet, and with a crisp click, they shattered.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Bai Tang didn't give him a chance, but fortunately, the other party's voice changed and he got down to business:

"I'll go down and see if there's a way to figure out the ability of this Lu Changku, and by the way, find other ways to find Gao Xue's soul."

Jiang Futing looked up at the dark cloud that was about to fall on his head, thought for a while, and said softly: "Then I'll check all the contacts of Lu Changku and Lu Changrong to see if I can dig something out."

Bai Tang patted him on the shoulder, leaned on his side as a matter of course, and said earnestly: "The top priority, first find a way to confirm whether it is Lu Changkut or Lu Changrong who is doing these things, or whether the two people are really a cooperative relationship, if it is Lu Changku, you have to find a way to come up with accurate relevant evidence, after all, he is a human being, unlike ghosts who can be caught."

Jiang Futing was stunned by his photograph on the spot, and felt that what he said also made some sense, so he responded first: "Okay."

has reached this point, he doesn't have the extra energy to invite Bai Tang for supper, and the two of them didn't even have the heart to chat in the end, so they went back to their respective homes and looked for their own mothers.

The next day, Jiang Futing had insomnia, he opened his eyes before five o'clock, and the street lights in the community outside the window had not been extinguished.

Lying on the bed and turning his face sideways, he could see strange circles of light of different sizes reflected by the street lamps, which fell into his eyes through a hazy layer through the curtains, but could not illuminate the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

This seems to be a clue with a head, but as long as you touch it down, it will either be broken, or it will be tightened the more you pull it.

It was so tense that he couldn't rest at ease all night, as long as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, Lu Changku's face was exactly the same as Lu Changrong's at all times.

They kept reciting the nursery rhymes that Yang Linsheng had written for him in their minds, like a tape recorder constantly playing them on a loop.

"Brother and Brother ......"

He subconsciously muttered softly, as light as dust falling to the ground, and there was nothing wrong with it

。

"Brother, brother, why are you crying?

He held Brother's hand in his arms

Brother, brother, why are you crying?

He carried Adi's head on his back

Grandma picked up scissors and cut off the doll's hands

Grandma raised an axe and cut off the doll's head. ”

When Jiang Futing read this, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, and his back felt a little cold.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had experienced this feeling.

The cold air outside the house seemed to pass through the walls, squeezing in along the cracks, the hanging curtains fluttered slowly, and the corners of the curtains were constantly lifted, as if something was hiding behind the curtains sneaky.

The vigilance in Jiang Futing's heart was suddenly raised, and the alarm bell sounded in his mind, he calmed down, pretended to be indifferent and ignorant, and slowly read the nursery rhyme:

"Sewing and mending,

The doll is smiling happily."

The more he read it, the slower it became, as if he was going to grind the words in his mouth one by one, and taste them back.

The corners of the curtain became a little violent, and the cold wind touched his head like a cold hand on top of his head, down his neck.

He is almost a reflex of determination, it must be Lu Changrong!

Ghosts are not enough to be afraid, but what is creepy is that when Lu Changrong came back with him, he didn't even notice a single cent.

Thinking about it this way, it was very likely that he had even been in the house with Lu Changrong for one night.

Jiang Futing suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, fortunately he didn't make a move, if he did, he might not know when he really died.

But if that's the case, last night's dream may really not be as simple as an ordinary dream.

Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong kept alternating back and forth in his mind, why did they read nursery rhymes to him in a whole dream?

Is it just brainwashing?

He suddenly remembered what Chen Yihuan wrote: He's here!

Not them!

One of them must have barged in improvised, what was he doing here?

Jiang Futing's heart palpitated, pinched his fingers, his eyebrows suddenly froze, and he asked sharply: "Who cut off Brother's hand and Brother's head?"

The cold air in the room froze for a moment, as if he never expected to be discovered.

It thinks that by doing nothing, it can hide itself like a chameleon.

But Jiang Futing's perception is far beyond ordinary people, as long as he smells the slightest smell, he will chase after him like a hungry wolf.

His cold gaze swept through his room, and he said word by word in a tone without warmth: "Lu, Chang, Rong."

As soon as the words fell, a biting wind suddenly rose out of thin air, and I didn't know that it was Jiang Futing's words that touched the emotions of the ghost who was secretly hidden.

The cold wind that rose from the ground swept his room like a dragon.

The light paper is like a snowflake in the cold winter wax moon, swirling and soaring into the air, and then falling after the wind is quickly pulled away.

As the wild ghost escaped from the house at great speed, the air currents set off rumbled against the window, leading

The windows on this wall were buzzing and trembling.

Jiang Futing stared at the direction it fled from, his sharp gaze was eager to shatter it, and he recited this magical name in a low voice: "Lu Changrong."

He jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to change his clothes, opened the closet, grabbed a coat and ran out.

After all, the family is in the upper floor, and he can't open the window and jump off the building in broad daylight in order to chase ghosts.

If Lin Jin knew, he would probably be able to turn his back on it.

The elevator in the elevator room was still on the first floor, and instead of waiting for the elevator, he decisively pushed open the door of the fire escape without thinking about it, rushed down the stairs directly, and jumped down the whole floor one by one!

Except for being a little uncomfortable at first, when I landed on the ground, my legs and feet pulled on the tendons as if they had hit a steel plate, but after a few more jumps, I jumped out of experience.

He grasped the ground steadily, but it was much faster, and in less than half a minute, he rushed downstairs.

Jiang Futing tried his best to catch the weak breath remaining in the air, and stepped up to catch up.

But ghosts are ghosts in the end, people have no physical restraints, and they come and go like the wind.

What's more, there are no taboos in this place, and there is nowhere to stop it, so you can escape faster.

Even if Jiang Futing used the momentum of the 100-meter race, his legs were broken, and there was no way to catch up.

He got up early in the morning, chased a ghost and ran for two blocks, and finally couldn't even smell the slightest trace of the other party.

Rao is physical fitness, in the case of such an excessive sprint, the physical strength and muscles are a little overloaded.

The city still seems to be drowsy, half asleep, half a little blurry.

Jiang Futing picked a shop with a relatively clean window, leaned his weight to the side, his body was half-bent, his hands were on his knees, and he gasped rapidly.

Sweat ran down his forehead and ran down his brow bones, dripping down his eye sockets, and hanging on his long curled eyelashes.

That little drop of sweat, in the faint morning light, refracted a brilliant and soft light.

After a minute or two, his body recovered at an astonishing speed, but the nerve in his mind never dared to relax.

Jiang Futing stood up straight, raised his head, and slowly exhaled a long and turbid breath from his heart.

The sky is no longer the same depth, and the faint light passes through from a distant place, like a great water across the sky, washing the dirty night cloth little by little.

Occasionally, someone who was in a hurry passed in front of Jiang Futing's eyes, walked a few steps and turned back, looking at him with curiosity and amazement.

After exclaiming, he hurried away.

Jiang Futing rested for a while and slowly came back to his senses, what did Lu Changrong appear next to him for?

When he saw Lu Changkut from the beginning, he instinctively felt that Lu Changkut was not simple.

After a series of investigations, he is indeed not simple, and there is also an extra Lu Changrong.

Although judging from what is happening so far, the biggest suspect has been transferred from Lu Changkut to Lu Changrong.

But he began to instinctively feel that the relationship between the two was not as simple and clear as he imagined.

And they have too many inferences to say no

Pass the place.

Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong each wore the same sheepskin, and they were wrapped in three circles inside and three circles outside by the turbid right and wrong.

It's like falling into the center of a whirlpool, and I can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Under the gaze of passers-by, Jiang Futing stayed until the red sun in the sky and climbed up to the horizon in a moment.

The red under the white of the fish belly seems to be smeared by a brush, layered on top of each other, and opened a thousand threads.

He had already compiled everything that had happened in the past two days in his mind.

Jiang Futing took out the mobile phone in his pocket, it was almost half past six, he exhaled again, and then hurried home, after breakfast, he couldn't talk to Lin Jinduo, he hurriedly took a taxi and went to the orphanage again.

This time, probably because the dean had an explanation last time, the teacher who came out to open the door didn't even ask, opened the door for him with an expressionless face, and closed it with an expressionless face.

I don't even have the heart to say a word, like a piece of wood that can only learn from it.

Jiang Futing glanced at the teacher's face when he entered the door, and then retracted his gaze as if he didn't know, calmly walked straight to the dean's office as if he was strolling through his own garden.

(End of chapter)