"Hello, I'm a reporter from the city's "Daily Hot Spots", can I ask you what you think of those female classmates who were bullied by your daughter?"

"Are all the rumors circulating on the Internet true? For example, she poured urine on her roommate's bed and violated school rules and didn't return home at night, do you know these? ”

Area B, a Soviet-style three-storey red building community built in the sixties of the last century.

In the corridor of a building, in the bustling doorway, several reporters are squeezing in.

"May I ask if she committed suicide because she was expelled from school and criticized by netizens because she was too guilty?"

"At present, the victim girls are still receiving psychological treatment, do the parents of the two parties have anything to say to them?"

"In response to the rumors on the Internet, Shen Jingjing's father is the director of the Education Bureau, so he is causing trouble everywhere at school, is it true?"

"Nope! My daughter was killed by a group of bitch-raised students! It's all a lie! My father stood in the doorway, his calloused palms and sun-soaked arms struggling to resist the crowd of reporters.

The noise came into the house, and the mother hid in her daughter's bedroom, recalling the sound and tears.

The girl in the white dress floated above the bed, her once delicate face pale and stiff, and her once clear and translucent eyes blocked by a gray mist.

The weeping woman could not see her.

She fell from the top of the bed and drifted into the living room.

She didn't seem to see the noisy doorway, turned her head numbly, and said to the empty dining table without emotion: (Mom and Dad, I went to the interview.) ）

She paused for a few seconds, as if listening to something, a smile appeared on her cheeks without a hint of expression, and nodded in response: (Well, I'll be back by 12 o'clock.) ）

She walked through the noisy doorway and drifted through the dark staircase. Into the drizzle of gloomy skies.

Following the route she had taken countless times before her death, she drifted to the side of the road with a lot of traffic.

A taxi pulled up in front of him, and the driver asked, "Where are you going?" ”

(Trouble to go to Sakamoto Pharmaceutical Building)

"Go to Chunxi Road." The woman in front of the car replied.

"Come on." The driver opens the door.

The woman got into the chariot, and she got on it.

"It's so cool outside......" felt a cold wind blow into the car, and the driver shivered.

"It's like this every year, it's really annoying to rain every day." The woman grumbled, wrapping her coat tightly.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped at Chunxi Road.

While the woman and the driver haggle for the fare, the girl floats out of the taxi and wanders aimlessly through the streets.

……

Nine a.m.

The gloomy sky saw no sunlight.

The constant appearance of rain marks on the window means that the rain is still falling.

The living room, which is slightly dim, is quietly flowing.

At this time, the figure lying on the desk moved slightly and raised his head.

The blanket slipped off his back, and the focus in his dark eyes gradually condensed, and then shrank into pins.

Lu Litan held the pistol in his hand, and his black eyes stared sharply at a silhouette by the door.

Yin Qi condensed in front of him, and Lu Li summoned Yang Chunxue.

Lu Li's solemnity as if she was facing a great enemy infected her, but when Yang Chunxue's gaze followed Lu Li, she turned into disgust: "You are sober, it is a dummy." ”

"It's from West Hill High School." Lu Li replied.

"Huh? This school uniform is indeed familiar...... But didn't you ask Shen Qian to move back? ”

"What?" Lu Li looked at it in confusion.

"What?" Yang Chunxue was also puzzled.

After that, Yang Chunxue described what happened after Lu Li fell asleep last night.

Lu Li also briefly introduced the characteristics of the dummy.

"Then it should be secretly hidden in the trunk and carried back by us, and then moved up by Shen Qian." The palm of his hand left the handle of the gun, and Lu Li lowered his guard.

"Is this really as evil as you say?" Yang Chunxue floated to the dummy's side suspiciously, looked at it and said. "I think it's cute?"

It's nothing more than the usual plastic female dummies in malls, with no faces and muddy school uniforms that have dried up.

"If you don't believe me, you can play a game of wooden man with it."

"No, no, it sounds weird and scary...... Yang Chunxue retreated to Lu Li's side. And what about this dummy? Do we take in? ”

"This is not a land shelter." Lu Li shook his head slightly, paused slightly when his eyes touched the blanket, and after thinking, he spoke: "...... Stay for now. ”

This is a wonderful misunderstanding.

For Lu Li, sooner or later, he will face a situation accompanied by a group of ghosts around him - so it is better to take in this seemingly harmless dummy.

As an early experience.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Shen Qian pushed the door in with heavy steps.

"How do I feel that my back hurts, my body is cold, my kidneys are weak......"

Naturally, he took off his raincoat and hung it on the dummy, and Shen Qian staggered into the sofa.

"Boss, are you tired to help me take a look?"

Lu Li, who was sitting on the boss's chair and reading the textbook, raised his eyes and glanced at it, and retracted his gaze: "Yin Qi has entered the body, and there is no help." ”

"Boom, boom—" A weird snicker came from the bedroom.

A certain female ghost plays games and keeps an eye on the outside world - so it makes sense that she plays the dishes.

Shen Qian felt that they would laugh at this matter for a year, and if the detective agency increased its staff, it would spread to the outside.

He quietly beeps and snuggles up on the couch, takes out his phone and sticks it to his face, and sneakily opens the web page.

Before he was ready to type something, he dropped his phone and looked around.

Lu Lili is reading a book, Yang Xuexue is playing a game, huh......?

His eyes returned to Lu Li, and reason told him that he shouldn't ask the boss why you are holding the book upside down, let alone laughing.

Raising his phone as if he hadn't seen anything, he secretly typed on the search page.

[Can you get sick if you have sex with a ghost?] 】

As expected, nothing was found.

Slightly deflated, he put down his phone, and Shen Qian suddenly found that his raincoat fell to the ground.

When......?

"Yang Chunxue lost it." Lu Li said without leaving the textbook of Na Reverse.

When!?

Shen Qianyi was shocked from morning to night, and then he was full of joy. Fortunately...... It's good to sneak around when you search for yourself, otherwise wouldn't it be another round of ridicule......

Well! Let's go see a Chinese medicine doctor tomorrow! If you think about it, the doctor can't always know that he's on a ghost!

Doing nothing in the morning, maybe in the afternoon. Another day of peace.

Only Shen Qian doesn't think so.

……

Ten minutes until twelve o'clock.

In Area B, a translucent figure floated into the dim corridor.

The door was closed, and the harassing reporters had left.

It is the time for families to eat, and the couple is no exception. But they sat at the table in an empty corner. The man sighed for a long time, and the woman's eyes were slightly red.

She landed in the empty seat and muttered to herself across the table.

(The interview has been postponed until tomorrow, so I'll go back tomorrow morning.) ）

(It's okay, college will be soon, and it's useless to cramm on a temporary basis and won't delay your studies.) ）

(hmm...... It's good, my classmates are very good to me. ）

(No, the roommates are nice, no...... Bully me. Well...... ）