"What? He's dead? Wang Daochang was startled, and almost squirted out a sip of tea. What did people do? Or did the hell do it? He thought for a moment and asked hesitantly.

"He died in the villa, still smiling. Did he say anything else to you? For example, who would want to pretend to be a ghost to scare him? Jiang Qiao asked.

Wang Daochang touched his beard, thought for a moment, and exclaimed: "You said he died laughing?" It's not the same as the previous demolition building, 5 of the 6 died, and there is still one left, not good, it is estimated that something will happen tonight. ”

"How do you know there are six?" Mao Daxin grasped the key point.

Wang Daochang explained: "What he said, he said that there were 6 children at that time, and they were killed together, why did they come to him first and not find others." Is there any clue in that building, that case is 100% ghostly. As soon as I got there, I could feel a strong ghost aura and resentment, and this ghost resentment was so heavy, I would definitely not stop killing the last person. ”

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

Where did an innocent child's voice come from when it echoed in the room?

Jiang Qiao opened his eyes, held his breath, and sat up. She glanced at the dark room, where the sound of singing came from the living room.

Suddenly, the ballad stopped.

"Hee-hee-hee, haha-ha, hee-hee-hee, hahaha, come and get me, come and get me." There was a lot of footsteps in the living room, and it seemed like there were a lot of people running around in the living room.

"This is a dream, remember Jiang Li's words, this is a dream, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Jiang Qiao clenched his fists and silently cheered himself up in his heart.

After coming out of Wang Daochang, Mao Daxin went back to the bureau, Jiang Qiao and Jiang Li had a hot pot outside, discussed the case again, and waited downstairs for almost 10 o'clock. Originally, she wanted to go to Jiang Li's house for the night. She really didn't want to be home alone.

Jiang Li said, "You went to the scene of the crime today, and you may still dream tonight." If you dream, this dream must be related to the murderer, and if you go to me, this dream will not be done. ”

Jiang Qiao hesitated for a long time, but decided to stay at home to see if there would be any new clues in the dream.

She felt in her pocket, and sure enough, there was a small bell in her pocket. This was given by Jiang Li. He said that this kind of dream is different from ordinary dreams, because she has a heavy yin qi and is infected by ghost energy, and can communicate with ghosts in the middle of the night when her popularity is at its lightest. The difference between whether it is an ordinary dream or not depends on whether the things on the body are brought into the dream together.

Jiang Qiao clenched the small bell in his pocket and slowly got out of bed. Just as he was about to walk out, he suddenly seemed to trip over something, and he stumbled forward and fell. Just as she was about to fall and eat, she held on to the wardrobe on the side with both hands. She looked back in horror to see a translucent little boy running by, laughing as she ran.

The little boy walked through the door at once, and was nowhere to be seen.

Even in a dream, you can't be so mischievous.

Jiang Qiao was angry for a while, followed the door and rushed out.

As soon as she went out, she was stunned, this was not her home, it was an unknown grove. There was a group of people frolicking in the grass in the woods, and Jiang Qiao could see at a glance that the children in the middle were the people in the photo.

"Quick, line up, play later, let's shoot first. Remember to laugh, laugh, yes, show your teeth! One of the tall men was carrying an old-fashioned camera and shouting at the children.

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

Six children took a train, sang nursery rhymes, jumped in the woods, and finally saluted the Young Pioneers in one direction.

Jiang Qiao watched the shooting from the side, and the six children were smiling in front of the camera, and she suddenly felt that the ghosts were just fiddling with their deaths as they were now. Why? She looked around, and there was no one but the children and their parents. She stepped out of the crowd, looked around, and saw a little girl standing behind a tree, looking at her timidly.

"You... What is your name? Jiang Qiao walked over and greeted her with a smile.

"My name is Xiaolian."

Jiang Qiao recognized this voice at once, it was exactly the same as the nursery rhyme she heard for the first time. The little girl looks like she is about 78 years old, her clothes are old, her style is very rustic, there are some dirt on her face, there are a few grass roots on her hair, dirty, and the little doll she is holding in her hand is new. It can be seen that she cherishes this doll very much.

Jiang Qiao squatted down and asked gently, "Why are you here?" ”

"My house is next to me, and I came to play with my brother and sister. They are so powerful, they are all Young Pioneers, and my mother said that only brothers and sisters who study well in the city can be Young Pioneers. ”

Jiang Qiao wanted to say something, but the little girl happily ran behind her. She turned her head to see that the shooting had come to an end. Jiang Qiao watched the little girl play happily behind the children's buttocks, although those children didn't pay much attention to her, but she still smiled happily.

Suddenly, the grove was gone, and the children, the parents, and the little girls were gone.

It was foggy, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Jiang Qiao panicked and wanted to wave away the fog in front of him, but it was in vain. She tried to take a few steps ahead, but she heard the sound of water, bang,

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

The sound of the water was gone, and the nursery rhymes that had replaced it were heard again.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiao's eyes lit up, and she returned home and was sitting on the bed. It seemed as if everything that had just happened had come to her mind as she sat down, and she felt in her pocket, and the bell was still there.

Is it back? Or did you wake up from a dream?

Jiang Qiao was a little annoyed, this Jiang Li only cared about whether she had dreams related to the murderer, and he didn't care about her. The bells in and out of the dream are all in this dream, how do you know if you are awake or not.

The door creaked open.

The living room was still the same one, except for a dim night light. Jiang Qiao sat on the bed, staring at the living room, nothing. She sighed softly, and suddenly she felt a faint cool breeze on her face, and it felt strange, as if someone was exhaling a cool breath across from her.

Why is it so cold this night, Jiang Qiao raised his eyes and looked at the air conditioner, and he sighed in his heart, almost screaming. The air conditioner was not turned on, how could the temperature in this room be so cold.

I don't know if it was because I felt something was wrong or something else, Jiang Qiao found that it was getting colder and colder, but in a few seconds, she was almost shivering all over her body.

Finally, she couldn't stand it and ran out of the bedroom.

As soon as she arrived in the living room, she ran to turn on the dim night light, and pressed the headlight in the living room a few times, but it didn't turn on. At this moment, the faint cool breath breathed on her neck again, and goosebumps spread from her neck to her whole body like tens of millions of small ants.

For a while, all kinds of terrifying associations flashed in my mind, and what would I see when I looked back? A bloody face? A pale and gloomy face? A rotten, smelly face?

But if you don't look back, it's even more terrifying to imagine it. Jiang Qiao held the bell tightly and turned around tremblingly.

Nothing.

I can't stand it anymore and scare myself. Jiang Qiao patted his chest, planning to go to Jiang Li early tomorrow morning, regardless of what clues it has. People are scary, scared to death.

Drip, drip, drip.

It can't be blood, right? Jiang Qiao suddenly felt water droplets dripping on the top of her head, and she looked up in horror. It turned out that there was a large water stain on the ceiling. She raised her hand to wipe it, laughing in her heart that she was suspicious, she didn't turn off the faucet upstairs last month, and the water seeped directly into her house, why did she come again today. No wonder, the lights are not on either, and the line must be flooded.

One drop, two drops, three drops... The water droplets fell more and more, and at first it was still a little bit, and it was like a light rain in a few seconds, Jiang Qiao hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a rag, and before she could walk into the kitchen, the light rain had turned into a torrential rain. The whole living room was exposed to a torrential rain, and soon, the water was about to flood the feet and necks.

Jiang Qiao anxiously wanted to open the door to find the unit upstairs, and if this continued, it wouldn't be long before her house would be flooded.

At this time, she was horrified to find that the door would not open.