"Nothing?" Lin Xiaoqiao muttered this sentence, his head was splitting, and a wave of panic surged in his heart, different from the panic he had just faced with the man in white, this panic came from the fear in his heart.

Lin Xiaoqiao hugged his head, what did he forget, what was sealed in the depths of his memory?

The answer is imminent

"There is no shadow ... Miss Lin, there is no shadow of you on the glass door... Do you really not remember, you are dead. Mao Daxin's helpless voice exploded in her ears.

I... He's dead?

"What are you talking about, how can I be a ghost, that man in white is, he is a ghost!" Lin Xiaoqiao broke down and screamed, a wave of nausea in her stomach that made her want to gag.

"He's not a ghost, you're a ghost, you're dead, he's here to catch your ghost." Mao Daxin sighed, lowered his head and rummaged through the drawer: "Hey, here you go, just look at it." ”

Lin Xiaoqiao trembled and took the thing handed over by Mao Daxin, it was a bronze mirror with simple decoration, and an unknown divine beast was engraved on the edge of the bronze mirror, like a dragon not a dragon, like a lion but not a lion, like a sheep but not a sheep, it looked very heavy, but it was unusually light in the hand.

Why are her colleagues more indifferent to her than ever, why does the team leader interview newcomers, why she is late and no one finds out, why everyone around her doesn't notice her...

She slowly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was a bloody face, blood still dripping down her cheeks, a large hole in her left arm, white bones could be seen, a deep scar on her belly, intestines were flowing out of her body, and different shoes were worn on both feet.

"Ah~~~No~~~ It's not me~~~" Lin Xiaoqiao screamed in fright by herself in the mirror, she threw away the mirror in her hand, covered her eyes, and sat on the ground sobbing.

"Two days ago, we received a report that a girl who was off work had an accident while taking the subway, and was accidentally squeezed and fell into the track before the subway entered the station. The identity of the corpse was checked by me, Lin Xiaoqiao, a native of Nanming Village, Jiangcheng City, the funeral call was made by me, and it was your mother who answered the phone, and I sent your body back after cremation. ”

Mao Daxin turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it again, the blood and tears flowing from Lin Xiaoqiao's hollow eye sockets and the rotten flesh of his face were mixed together, which was terrifying and pitiful. From the first moment he looked up, he knew it wasn't a person standing in front of her.

Thanks to Jiang Li and Jiang Qiao, otherwise, how could he have such courage.

"Everyone is dead, you go back, take advantage of the first seven, go home to see your parents." Mao Daxin said softly.

"Home?" Lin Xiaoqiao looked at herself in the mirror blankly, her mind was blank for a while, only one sentence echoed in her mind, she was a ghost, she was dead.

Where is home?

Why can't you remember the way home?

As blood and tears flowed out, Mao Daxin suddenly felt an inexplicable wind blowing in the closed office.

Starting from the hem of the broken dress, the small scattered ripples began to ripple outward in a certain rapid rhythm, turning back and slowly climbing upward, and gradually forming a small whirlwind, the speed of the whirlwind became faster and faster, the scope became larger and larger, and the surrounding furnishings began to shake, and the celadon vase and document basket on the table also crumbled, as if they were about to fall to the ground and bloom at any time...

In the blink of an eye, the sudden yin wind had already filled Lin Xiaoqiao's dress, the raised sleeves and skirt were like a giant bird spreading its wings, and the long hair that was blown away was like a weeping willow, as if her whole body was going to melt into this strange yin wind, fluttering with the wind.

The originally formless and colorless air seemed to have obtained a heavy and viscous indigo body, and in the darkness, Lin Xiaoqiao's voice was faintly heard talking to himself becoming more and more sharp, no matter what Mao Daxin called her, she didn't react, immersed in her own world, and had no reaction to the outside world.

Mao Daxin was a little panicked, regretting that he should have informed Jiang Li a long time ago, and he shouted: "Calm down, I'll send you home." ”

"Home? Go home? Mao Daxin's voice was not loud, but it was full of penetration, Lin Xiaoqiao finally woke up from his own world, and with a reaction, the yin wind slowly disappeared. She opened her bloody eyes and said to herself blankly, "Go home, I want to go home." ”

"Okay, huh? Just holding this little bamboo sign? Mao Daxin held the steering wheel with one hand, twisted the bamboo card with the other hand and looked at it, only to see the back of the Guanyin card crookedly engraved four words: go home safely.

"Her bones have long been cremated, and the lonely soul who died in a foreign land can't return home, but you said that she has been wearing this Guanyin card for a long time, and with the blessing of her relatives, it can be used as a guiding light for lonely souls." Jiang Li's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"People's obsessions are the most terrible, sometimes, even God can't restrain it, as long as her lonely soul follows this brand, she can go home." Jiang Li whispered faintly, as if he remembered something from the past.

"It's here, it's here." Mao Daxin's car drove along a bumpy dirt road into the village, and finally stopped at a house with mud walls and tiled walls, and two white lanterns hung at the door, and the cry came from inside.

"Xiaoqiao, go and say goodbye to them." Mao Daxin walked in with the Guanyin card in his hand.

An old woman with gorgeous hair was wearing a white mourning dress and weeping beside the brazier, and Lin Xiaoqiao was anxious to hug her, but could only pass through her body in vain. The old woman noticed Mao Daxin's arrival, wiped her tears from the corner of her clothes, and stood up: "Comrade policeman, why are you here so late, thank you, my daughter's aftermath has been done, without your help, I... None of us knew what to do. ”

Mao Daxin looked at Lin Xiaoqiao, who had been crying to the point of collapse, his mouth was so sour that he could hardly speak, he nodded, and secretly stuffed some money under the stove.

The old woman looked at the flames jumping in the brazier, and whispered to herself: "This girl of mine is capable, she works hard in the big city, and she hasn't asked for a penny from the family, but she is too busy to go home for a few years... ”

"Anyway, Kobashi... Xiaoqiao finally went home... Mao Daxin comforted the old woman, he turned his head to look at Lin Xiaoqiao behind him, her figure became more and more transparent, the only clear eye contained strong sadness, slowly turned into a tear, when the tear fell, Lin Xiaoqiao had turned into a white shadow, and finally disappeared.

"I want to turn the distance into home, but accidentally turned the home into a distant place, I really want to go back to my childhood, to be able to walk on the stone road in the village and go to school with my friends, digging bamboo shoots in the spring, and beating lychees in the summer...

"Going back?"

"Well, go back."

"That's good."

"Why can't she remember the way home?"

"When a person embarks on the road to leave his hometown, he is doomed to not return."

"Then the man in white she said is...

"I guess it's Bai Impermanence."

"Is there really impermanence? What about black impermanence? ”

"Don't you understand, there may or may not be anything in this world."

"Why are you talking so profoundly, but, it's good to go home, it's good to go home, by the way, Jiang Li, I've never heard you talk about your home, um... I mean the home where you were born ... ”

"Well, I haven't been home for a long time, it seems like a long, long, long time... I've been away from home for so long that I'm afraid I can't find my way home. ”

In the thick dark night of the early morning, there was only a little glimmer of twinkling stars, Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Li, drank the beer in his hand in one gulp, and in a period of silence, he heard Jiang Li chanting in a low voice:

Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weeds also stopped. It is said that it will return, and the years will not end.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, the weeds are also soft. When he returns, his heart is also worried.

Picking the weed, picking the weed, the wee also just stopped. It is said that the return is said to be returned, and the years are also yang.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The way is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

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