There was no one behind him.

Everything was dead silent. The lights flickered and then went out, leaving only the corner security light glowing green.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the sudden darkness, Jiang Qiao looked around in horror, and it was clear that there was nothing in the room at a glance, she didn't dare to turn her body back, so she could only quietly put her hand on the doorknob and continue to turn gently.

Suddenly, the hand tickled, as if some small bug was crawling on it, gently passing through the hairs on the skin. She was so excited that she turned her head sharply, but there was still nothing behind her.

Jiang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, she even began to wonder if everything just now was her hallucination, suddenly, a drop of water fell on her head, she raised her head to look, I don't know when, the ceiling here also began to leak.

One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...

Just as Jiang Qiao raised her eyes, a drop of water happened to fall into her right eye, she hurriedly wiped it with her hand, it was okay at first, and within a few seconds, tears began to flow in her eyes, and it didn't hurt or itch, but the tear glands seemed to be stimulated by something, and the tears couldn't stop popping out.

Jiang Qiao's back was tightly pressed against the door, as if he had a sense of security in this way. She didn't dare to leave half a step, and there was no paper towel by her side that could be used, so she could only wipe her tears with the back of her hand. The more tears were wiped, both hands were wet, and she had to lift the hem of her blouse to wipe it. Rubbing it, she suddenly noticed that the white T-shirt was stained with blood at some point.

"Ah~" Jiang Qiao screamed, didn't care about anything, and hurriedly rushed to the toilet, in the mirror on the washstand, she found that her face was covered with blood, and blood and tears were constantly flowing out of her right eye, and soon ran down her cheek and slipped down her chin.

What's even more terrifying is that the blood and tears that flow out are like her own blood, and as the blood and tears flow out more and more, half of her face is like a delicate flower gradually withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Qiao looked at the half-human, half-ghost face in the mirror and screamed loudly, she kept telling herself in her heart that this was not true, none of this was true. Slowly, the blood stains disappeared, the white T-shirt was still as new as ever, the blood stains on the face and hands were gone, and even the half of the face was as beautiful as ever.

Before Jiang Qiao could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sudden ripple on the smooth surface of the mirror, and the face in the mirror was slowly replaced by another person, with a white face, Jiang Qiao remembered this face, Jasmine.

"Why are you looking for me?" The woman in the mirror spoke.

"Why did you kill Gu Changming's family?" Being so frightened by her, Jiang Qiao was suddenly not afraid, and asked sharply.

"You're not afraid of me anymore?" The jasmine in the mirror laughed, and her eyes glanced at her obliquely, showing a bit of style.

"Why should I be afraid of you, you can't get on me, right? You can only scare me, and besides, I will definitely find you, and when the time comes, you will definitely pay the debt you owe for your life. Not to be outdone, Jiang Qiao glared at her.

Jasmine sneered, twisted an orchid finger, and stretched her lips: "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine... ”

"To tell the truth, you are a beautiful woman, but why are you so ruthless, first killed 9 members of Zhang Da's family, young and old, and didn't even let go of the cousin who came as a guest, and then killed Gu Changming's family of 4, and now even his teenage son is not spared. As a person, why can't you be kind and keep to yourself, what kind of hatred and grudge does this world have with you, and you want to do evil like this? Jiang Qiao's eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and every word he said carried a deep disdain for Jasmine.

As if angered by Jiang Qiao's attitude, Jasmine's face became angry and hideous, she stopped singing and screamed, "I'm not kind? Am I restless and self-conscious? If I were a wicked person, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

With that, her figure vanished, and the mirror rippled again, then turned pitch black. When it lights up again, a farmhouse appears in the mirror.

It was Jasmine who sat by the sink in the yard and washed clothes.

Jasmine was so young at that time.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a peasant woman came out of the house and said to Jasmine, "I'll make breakfast for your brother in a while before you leave." ”

Jasmine said anxiously: "But I'm going to be late for school." ”

The woman said nonchalantly: "Oh, don't go if you're late, it's important for you to go to school, or your brother's body is important, he is the only male doll in our family, and he can't starve his body." ”

Jasmine lowered her head and said no more, but her hands moved harder and harder, as if they were about to crush their clothes.

The picture dimmed again, and then lit up again, this time in a classroom, an old gentleman in his fifties was teaching on the podium, and said: "There is not much left in the college entrance examination, and reading is the only chance for our rural children to get rid of their fate, as long as you can be admitted to university, you can go to the city to live a different life."

After class, the old gentleman left Jasmine alone and said, "How about thinking about it, I also told your mother that you are the best in our class, and with your grades, it will not be a problem to be admitted to a good university in our provincial city." ”

"But my mother didn't let me go to college, saying that the money would be left for my younger brother to study in the future, and she wanted me to work early, get married, and subsidize the family." Jasmine lowered her head, her eyes were red, and there was no evil on her face at all.

"Who said that women are not as good as men, girls can also be promising, don't worry, as long as you are admitted, your parents will not pay tuition, the teacher will give it to you, and the teacher will definitely provide you with the completion of college, you must not give up." The old gentleman looked kind and handed her an exercise book.

"Really? Can I get ahead, can I make a lot of money? Jasmine looked up, and there was hope in her eyes.

"Hahaha, you want to make a lot of money, do you know the jasmine, don't look at its small flower, when spring comes, as soon as the jasmine blooms, you can smell her fragrance ten miles away. Although she is not as delicate as the peony flower, as long as she is given water and soil, she can bloom the whitest flowers. The teacher's hometown is full of jasmine flowers, and people make it into jasmine tea, and they can also make it into sachets, bracelets, everyone likes it, everyone pins the flowers to their chests, and they like it very much. People also made songs for it, you know, not every kind of flower has people sing it, you see peonies, orchids. ”

After that, the old gentleman shook his head and sang: "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, fragrant and beautiful, fragrant and white people praise." ”

The old gentleman beat lightly, sang slowly, hoarse and subdued, and sang a Minnan song with a bit of Suzhou slow charm. This is the first time Jasmine has heard this song, and she can't help but hum softly.

"Teacher, I want to be admitted to university, and I want to be a jasmine, a jasmine that everyone loves." At this moment, Jasmine's face is full of hope, how can she have the unfortunate appearance of a hanged ghost.

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