Jiang Qiao was so frightened by the cold head that he almost screamed, pushed her away hard, and retreated again and again until he shrank to the head of the bed, shouting: Don't, don't get so close.

The girl kept a stiff, eerie smile and cried, "Sister, sister, sister." ”

Jiang Qiao almost collapsed, she now regretted a little why she didn't discuss with Jiang Li and did such a risky thing on her own. She remembered that Jiang Li said that it may not only be in dreams now, but also in reality.

Please, please, God forbid, this is just a dream.

"I didn't call you to scare me, tell me how you died." Jiang Qiao pointed to a position with his finger, signaling that the girl could only be there, and was not allowed to take a step closer.

"How did I die?" The girl repeated this sentence blankly, her eyes flashing with a hint of confusion, and she looked like she couldn't remember.

"Oh, you just asked me to take revenge, and I can't remember how I was killed, my mother, how do you let me take revenge, think about it, it's a little girl, isn't it?"

Jiang Qiao took out her mobile phone from the quilt, took out the photo that Mao Daxin sent to her, and showed it to the girl. In the afternoon, she heard Jiang Li say that the ghost's memory will slowly fade over time, and in the end, she will only remember the most important thing.

And a ghost like the girl, who is obsessed with revenge on her murderer, if she does not go to reincarnation, will probably end up remembering only revenge and forgetting everything else, including the person who killed her. If you linger in the world for a long time, you are likely to get carried away with revenge and become a powerful ghost who harms people.

Jiang Qiao still remembers the girl's rotten and swollen little body with small mushrooms, lying lifeless in the dead branches and leaves. Thinking of the child dancing with such an elegant body in the photo dying so inexplicably, Jiang Qiao's heart tugged hard.

She couldn't bear to see an innocent child die.

When the girl saw the photo, her eyes immediately turned blood-red, and a distorted look of hatred appeared on her already blue face: "It's her, it's her who hurt me, it's her." ”

After speaking, he jumped and pounced on Jiang Qiao straight.

"Ahh Jiang Qiao had time to let out a scream and watched the girl pass through her body.

Where is this?

Well? Familiar with this road? Isn't this the road at the entrance of the Eco Park?

Well? What is this, school bag? Dancing clothes?

"Hey!"

Who's calling me?

Jiang Qiao felt that he turned his head, and there was a girl in a school uniform standing behind him, Jiang Qiao recognized her, it was Mrs. Chen's daughter.

No, why doesn't she have legs? Why is she floating?

Stay back!

Jiang Qiao felt that she was desperate to run forward, to the security booth in the park, she thought so, but her legs were not under her control, and she still ran straight forward, missing the only opportunity to ask for help.

What are you doing, Jiang Qiao scolded herself, but she spit out help, and her immature voice made her realize that it was not her voice.

It dawned on her that it wasn't her body, that she was looking through the eyes of the dead child, and that what was happening now was the last act before she died.

Soon, the girl was caught up, and Jiang Qiao watched as the legless girl pounced on her body.

I don't know how long it's been since she danced, but she could feel her body dancing. With a gesture, she could clearly see that her toes were grinding blood, and the blood stains were stained red through the white dancing shoes. She could clearly see the bruises on her legs, beads of sweat on her skin, and her hair as wet as if it had been rained.

My toes hurt, my legs hurt, my heart hurts, my throat feels like it's on fire, and I want to take a break, I want to stop.

"Stop, stop, it hurts"

Jiang Qiao seemed to hear a voice moaning in his body, begging for mercy, but his dancing body did not stop.

She couldn't help but shout: "Stop, she's going to die, stop." ”

"Little Joe? Joe? Wake up"

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes and saw Jiang's mother's concerned and eager eyes, she sat up, the hallucinations just now were gone, but the feeling of palpitations was still there.

"Why don't you sleep, Mom?" As soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice was hoarse and she could barely make a sound.

"Did you have a nightmare, you just yelled in the room, what to stop, what hurts, I'll come over and take a look, wipe your tears, don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare, don't be afraid." Mother Jiang said as she handed her a few tissues.

"Am I crying?" Jiang Qiao wiped his face in surprise, only to realize that he was in tears.

The next day, Jiang Qiao told Jiang Li what happened last night, of course, looking at Jiang Li's increasingly gloomy face, she didn't dare to say that she intended to give it a try, only said that she inadvertently thought about the case before going to bed, but she didn't expect the child's ghost to come to her.

"It was indeed a ghost who killed them, but the child was not dead, why, why did the ghost look exactly like the child." Jiang Qiao was puzzled.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Li said, "Let's go to Swan Bay again." ”

The security guard at the door still remembered them, and let the two into the community without asking too much, and gossiped that the family was ready to move out of Jiangcheng.

If you go, you'll never have a chance to find the truth again.

Sure enough, before I reached the door, I saw all kinds of miscellaneous items piled up at the door.

It was Mr. Chen who opened the door, and when he saw the two people who came to put it up, there was obviously a trace of panic in his expression, and he pulled them outside the door to talk without waiting for the two to enter.

"Is there any progress in my wife's case? Did you catch the murderer? Mr. Chen's expression was full of anticipation, but his voice was small, and he still looked into the door.

"Not yet, I came today to ask you something about the case." Jiang Qiao said apologetically.

"What else? I told the police that you had taken all of my wife's belongings, and I really didn't know anything. When Mr. Chen heard that the murderer had not been caught, his expression darkened significantly.

Uncovering the scars in front of the bereaved family members, Jiang Qiao really couldn't bear it, but he had to say: "Today, we came to learn more about your daughter's situation, and I heard that she is learning dance in a cram school." We have some questions for her. ”

"My daughter?" When Mr. Chen heard this, he looked nervous, "My daughter has no mother, and I have always been reluctant to mention her mother's death in front of her. ”

No matter what Jiang Qiao said, Mr. Chen was always reluctant to let the two of them see his daughter, in fact, Jiang Qiao could understand it, after all, he was also in the mood to protect his daughter.

There was no way, the two could only prepare to leave.

"Dad, what about my doll, I'm going to take it to Hong Kong, where to put it, and my pink dress, I like it the most, and I want to take it with me."

Unexpectedly, when the two were about to leave, the door opened, and a beautiful little girl's head poked out of it.

This was the first time Jiang Qiao had seen this bewildering child from outside the photo.

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