"In that black house, there was a slave who had been beaten to death by his master for stealing horses." Ke Jiewen's tears flowed, "You won't tell others, right?" ”

I nodded. She begged me to stay with her a little longer until she fell asleep.

I was in deep thought in front of her bed: there is no way to solve the hellish problem, this is a talent and a flaw. What can I do for this girl?

The day after Ke Jiewen returned home, the school held a stage play and invited *** to perform on stage. I sat in the parents' seat and saw that the girl on stage was much taller than Ke Jiewen last time, and it is said that she also locked Ke Jiewen in a small black room. This girl is not likable at first glance, and I don't want to see her if I don't have to wait for Ke Jiewen here.

After a while, Ke Jiewen squeezed next to me and sat down, frowning and asking me if I wanted to change my position. I asked her why, and she said that people sometimes suddenly feel a tightening of their hairs, and that's because there are ghosts passing by, and there are several ghosts floating around next to where I'm sitting now.

Actually, I'm curious why those ghosts found Ke Jiewen. According to her, there is a female ghost who was abused to death by her husband and a boy who was shot in the head by his father. They weren't here originally, but they didn't know when they found out that Ke Jiewen could see them, so they all flocked to find her.

In this way, the problem is solved, just like when I lit incense, this ability is to help people or the dead. Instead of blindly fearing, it is better to listen to them. But Ke Jiewen was worried that those ghosts didn't want her to help, but only wanted to hurt people. I pondered for a moment, and suggested that I should be with her in her bedroom tonight.

At night, Ke Jiewen dragged me into the small tent she had set up, which was filled with the beads and statues she had collected. At this time, I suddenly felt that the air seemed to be getting colder, and the tent was being opened little by little, but there was no one outside, Ke Jiewen shrank into the corner, and his heaving chest was panting for air. However, I couldn't see anything, so I could only touch Ke Jiewen's shoulder and tell her that I was all there there to be. Perhaps the ghost suddenly approached, Ke Jiewen lifted the tent, ran to the back of the chair, squatted down and began to whimper. I saw that the tent did not collapse, but took the shape of a man. After a while, Ke Jiewen finally mustered up the courage to open a corner of the tent, and seemed to communicate with the contents of the tent.

The next day, Ke Jiewen and I boarded a bus, which was said to be the bus to the little ghost's house last night. When we got out of the car, we saw that many relatives and friends of the little female ghost were rushing to mourn her, and from the mouths of the guests, we learned that the female ghost's name was Zhong Xiaoqi, she had been bedridden for two years, and many different doctors had been helpless. Ke Jiewen said that he was Zhong Xiaoqi's classmate, and we ran to Zhong Xiaoqi's bedroom when everyone was not paying attention, and when she wanted to find clues in her room, suddenly a hand grabbed Ke Jiewen's feet from under the bed, of course, I didn't see anything, I only saw Ke Jiewen first fell inexplicably, and picked up a small box in his hand after standing up.

I watched Ke Jiewen shuttle between the guests with the box, and then walked up to an unusually decadent man, asked him if he was Zhong Xiaoqi's father, and handed him the box, saying, "Zhong Xiaoqi has something to tell you." ”

The box contained a videotape, and Zhong Xiaoqi's father immediately started showing it on the TV in the living room. Originally, Zhong Xiaoqi liked Barbie very much, and we also saw a lot of Barbie dolls in her room, and she usually liked to record the Barbie plot she rehearsed, but she inadvertently recorded the picture of her stepmother poisoning her meal. At that time, Zhong Xiaoqi didn't know what her stepmother was doing in her meal, although she felt that the food didn't taste good enough, she still ate it sensibly. And this is not the first time that stepmother has poisoned her food, which is also the reason why she has been seriously ill, and the poison of the first two days was the last straw that overwhelmed her.

A large snowflake appeared in the video, and the onlookers and Zhong Xiaoqi's father were stunned, and everyone who knew the truth angrily walked the stepmother into the police station.

Looking at Ke Jiewen, who was finally no longer afraid of the ghost incident, I smiled with relief, but then I became distressed again and decided to say goodbye to her for a while and ease the relationship with Huang Junyao. When I told Ke Jiewen about this idea, she once again showed a complicated look, "I think...... You have the right to know something. ”

My second monk was confused, and heard her say, "Actually, you already have a premonition, right?" He doesn't pay attention to what you say, he doesn't prepare your meals anymore, and maybe he has some intimate behavior with other women...... You are no longer alive. ”

In Ke Jiewen's words, I recalled the scene when I was shot. It turns out that I was dead at that time, but I have always been unwilling to accept this truth. I couldn't help laughing, but Ke Jiewen was frightened, "I'm sorry, I just can't bear to be so bothered by your emotional things all the time......" She apologized awkwardly.

"It's okay," I laughed and tried to touch her hair, but I found I couldn't touch her, "I said, how dare he ignore me." ”

This time I was going to really say goodbye to Ke Jiewen, my figure gradually became transparent in the sun, and I saw tears in her eyes that couldn't stop flowing, but she just waved goodbye to me.

When I woke up from the dream, I found that Huang Junyao was still asleep, and I woke him up and told me about the fact that he had ignored me for the past few months, and he hugged me and said, "I found out that you were dead, but the relics showed that you had not left that world, so I thought that I would stay there, but I couldn't feel you." ”

If I had lost Huang Junyao, I would have been very afraid.

I was washing the dishes when I entered the dream. This time the identity seems to be a housewife.

I was rinsing my greasy bowl when I suddenly heard a rustling sound, as if someone was talking. I looked around and didn't think I could hear the neighbors' parents in this single-family place.

I noticed that the sound seemed to be coming from under the water pipe, so I turned off the faucet and listened, this time the sound was more pronounced, but I didn't know what was being said.

At this time, my bald husband Juan came back, and I suspect that if Huang Junyao becomes a bald man in his dreams, he will definitely read the file and start over, so this guy should not be Huang Junyao.

Seeing that I hadn't cooked dinner, he said he would order takeout if he didn't want to, and I told him suspiciously that there had been a sound coming from under the pipe. Juan thought it was strange and went to the kitchen to listen, but he didn't hear anything, and asked if I was too worried.

However, I listened to it all afternoon, and at my insistence he said that maybe the water pipe was too old and that someone would call someone to fix it tomorrow. Or maybe the neighbor has been repairing something, but I countered that I hadn't heard anything from the neighbor for a day today. Juan reassured me that he thought I was too tired to be home alone, but I was pretty sure it was the sound of someone talking.

"What did they say?" Juan couldn't help but laugh.

I couldn't help but say, "Say you're going to kill me." ”

It was night, Juan and I were lying in bed, I was already asleep, but I seemed to feel a lightness on the bed, and I reached out and found that there was no one next to the bed, maybe Juan went to the bathroom.

As I continued to sleep, I heard a loud knock on the wall, and next door was Walter, who was always a fixer, and I was annoyed that the sound woke me up.

I slammed my arm on the wall a few times, signaling him to stop arguing, but the other party obviously didn't mean to stop, but instead intensified the frequency of the knocking, which I really couldn't stand.

I picked up my shoes and began to bang vigorously, but the other party was still knocking, I put on my shoes irritably, walked out of the door and rang the doorbell, there was a rustling sound from the doorbell, and I shouted angrily: "You come out of Walter for me!" "The doorbell was still ringing unhurriedly, and I rang the doorbell frantically, but the other party just wouldn't speak.

"If you knock on the wall again, I'll call the police!" I put the conversation down, and at this time there seemed to be someone talking in the doorbell, but I didn't have the patience to listen, and went home in a rage. Because I went out and dressed thinly just now, I was still cold when I got home, and I was going to go into the bathroom to rinse and warm up, but when I got to the bathroom, my whole blood was cold-

The walls were covered in blood, and Juan was actually floating in the air, covered in blood, crashing from the left side of the wall to the right, with a quiet expression, and just hit it back and forth a dozen times. I came to my senses, grabbed his feet, pulled him out of the air, and yelled, "What are you doing? ”

Juan didn't answer me, I reached out to probe his breath, only to find that he was no longer breathing.

In this way, I became a suspected murderer.

In front of me sat three people, the bearded man on the far left holding a notepad, and the silver-haired woman in the middle was a doctor, said to be an expert in the study of the supernatural and symbiotics, and she was a companion to the bearded man; On the far right is a handsome-looking forensic doctor who has been heard to have had a number of murders during autopsies.

The female doctor was the first to speak, saying that she believed me that Juan was not killed by me, and that as long as I cooperated with their investigation, they could save me.

So they started asking me about my memories and didn't miss a single point out of the ordinary.

Two weeks ago, Walter seemed a little unusual. Although he has always been like that, he always remodeled the house when it was not the right time.

The three of them looked at each other, paused the conversation, and asked the guards to bring Walter in.

Walter is a young man with black curly hair, he has been in some trouble lately, and wants to find a Dr. Breto for help, but is told by the doctor's assistant that the doctor is not there, please leave a message.

"What's the problem?" The bearded man asked.

Walter took a deep breath, "I've had strange stuff in my house for months. ”