Lin Qianmo narrowed his eyes and waited for things to change.

What he saw in front of him struck him as strange.

In the first three passages, the dead appeared one by one.

This time, I actually saw three dead people at the same time, and the timeline of memory replay seemed too far ahead.

Zhang Xiaojing has been dead for more than a month.

It is estimated that what happened in the classroom was at least two months old.

The timeline is so far away from the moment when the paranormal event occurred.

Could it be that since then, the change has already happened?

But why did it only break out now?

Lin Qianmo couldn't figure it out.

The bullying in the classroom continues, and the ghosts who caused the tragedy show no clues.

Although Lin Qianmogan looked uncomfortable, he could only watch it like this from the side.

As long as he doesn't actively intervene, these memories won't see him.

And Mr. Yin has also instructed repeatedly.

Before the ghost appears, don't disturb the memory of the deceased, it will make things very troublesome, at least major changes will happen, and at worst there will be great horrors!

Perhaps tired of bullying, Ye Zirui and a few others stopped and prepared to leave the classroom.

Lin Qianmo retreated to the other side of his sight, and he saw Zhang Xiaojing lying on the ground, and the hatred in his eyes was amazing.

Suddenly, the air in the classroom became viscous, and it was a very difficult feeling to breathe.

Lin Qianmo keenly felt that there was an extra yin aura in the classroom.

"Is it going to show up?"

Lin Qianmo was concentrated and guarded around.

At this moment, a vague figure appeared beside Zhang Xiaojing.

This person is tall, and his body is like a layer of mist, which makes it difficult to see.

Lin Qianmo was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that this figure was somewhat familiar.

"Where have I seen it?"

The vague figure stood beside Zhang Xiaojing, his lips opening and closing, saying something.

Lin Qianmo couldn't hear clearly, and when he was about to approach, the vague figure became illusory and disappeared directly, and then, Zhang Xiaojing, who was lying on the ground, also disappeared.

"This is Ye Zirui's subconscious memory?"

Lin Qianmo's two eyebrows were almost connected, and what he saw just now made him even more foggy.

According to the memory playback, this supernatural event must be inseparable from Zhang Xiaojing, but a ghost whose soul has dissipated, what kind of power makes him appear again?

Shook his head.

If you can't figure it out for the time being, you don't want to.

Daoyu floated in front of him, leaving the classroom with Lin Qianmo, chasing the direction in which Ye Zirui and the others left.

It didn't take long.

He saw Zhang Tianqi and Ye Zirui on the street, standing next to the bus stop, seemingly waiting for the bus home.

Lin Qianmo quietly walked behind the two and stood still.

The two were talking.

Ye Zirui: "I feel a little strange, do you know, I think it doesn't seem right for us to do that, but I just hate Zhang Xiaojing very much." ”

Zhang Tianqi: "What's weird? He was already annoying, he had a cold face all day long, and he ignored everyone, and he deserved to be beaten. ”

When he said this, Lin Qianmo felt the air become viscous again, and he waited intently for a long time, but no yin qi and vague figures appeared.

Ye Zirui: "Yes, he doesn't seem to have a good game." ”

"Just his kind of ......"

……

After a bunch of gossip, the figures of the two disappeared.

Lin Qianmo walked out from the back of the platform, his eyes thoughtful.

What are these two memories trying to tell him?

A sudden feeling of viscous air.

Is the blurred figure the driving force behind everything that happens?

What is the beginning of the matter?

……

Daoyu took Lin Qianmo and watched silently in the memory playback.

The timeline is always closer to the moment when the paranormal event occurred.

In these days, Zhang Xiaojing is bullied as always, and he seems to be hated by everyone.

With each bullying, the hatred that erupted in Zhang Xiaojing's eyes would become stronger. And every time hatred erupted in his eyes, the air would become viscous, Yin Qi would appear, and blurred figures would appear.

Although Lin Qianmo never heard the vague figure, he said something to Zhang Xiaojing.

But through his observations these days, he draws some conclusions and conjectures of his own.

It is true that Ye Zirui and others bullied Zhang Xiaojing, but their original intention was not so.

After bullying Zhang Xiaojing, there will always be some people among them who show some guilt.

But as soon as the viscosity of the air appeared, that sense of guilt disappeared, and instead of bullying Zhang Xiaojing even more fiercely next time.

Their emotions are being catalyzed by something.

Similarly, Zhang Xiaojing's hatred is also deepened by that kind of thing.

From this point of view, Zhang Xiaojing's suicide and ghost transformation is not a simple hate!

His suicide was taken advantage of!

Everything is inseparable from that vague figure!

"What is he for, even a child is not spared!"

There was a kind of anger in Lin Qianmo's eyes.

The timeline moves forward.

Dao Fu finally stopped guiding Lin Qianmo to school.

Click, click.

In the empty stairwell, there was a regular sound of footsteps.

Lin Qianmo was following Daofu to a residential building in a community.

“801B……”

"This is Ye Zirui's home."

"Is the ghost finally showing up?"

Lin Qianmo let out a sigh.

Even though the time ratio between the world of the dead and the real world was very different, it was the first time he had stayed in the world of the dead for so long.

After a timeline of dozens of days, he felt a little tired.

This is something he has never done since he cultivated.

"Just let me see what the hell you are!"

The door lock in the world of the dead is useless, and Lin Qianmo raised his hand to unscrew the handle of the security door.

The living room was pitch black, like a cold abyss.

The two portals were tightly closed, except for one lying on its side, the door hidden and the light shining through the gap.

Lin Qianmo approached this side room with extremely light steps.

Through the gap, he saw Ye Zirui lying on the desk writing his homework.

Lin Qianmo had no intention of going in, he stood by the door, quietly waiting for the change to happen.

I don't know how long it took.

In the originally silent darkness, a strange voice sounded.

Grunt.

There are marbles rolling on the ceiling.

The breath in the room stagnated slightly.

The marbles rolled louder and louder, as if they were right next to the ear.

"Knock...... Boom. ”

The marbles began bouncing on the ceiling, as if someone had lifted it high and lowered it with ease.

Every bounce of the marbles resonates in people's hearts, and people can't help but flash terrifying images in their minds.

Grimaces, blood, shadows......

Ye Zirui's frightened cry came from the room.

The sound of marbles stopped abruptly at this moment, and the yin qi spread through the room.

"Did it show up?"

Lin Qianmo raised his hand and pushed open the door.

In the room, Ye Zirui closed his eyes tightly and hugged a beautiful woman sideways.

And on the window glass behind him, there were a pair of blood-red eyes with monstrous hatred.