This habit is not good, and the old man Yang Junfei has protested a few times, but he still can't change it.

Wouldn't it be nice to let others know that there is another side to the world? Moreover, it has also indirectly increased my message acceptance. At least several incidents have been investigated as a result of letters from readers. In this regard, Yang Junfei gradually accepted and even acquiesced.

"Those books were indeed written by me, and they are pure fabrication. You're not stupid enough to believe it, are you? The smile on my face remained undiminished, and I deliberately added some sarcasm to my tone.

Qiao Yu didn't mean to back down at all, she stopped and suddenly grabbed my arm: "Save me!" ”

Her movements startled me, and there was something familiar in the girl's eyes. That's fear. She suppressed the panic deeply in her heart, and she hid it so well that I didn't notice it all the time. It wasn't until she shouted the words 'help me' that it erupted.

"What do you mean?" I broke free of her hand, and I didn't smile anymore.

"I'm haunted by ghosts!" Qiao Yu's face was ugly.

"Prawns? Haunted by ghosts! I admit that I didn't react for a while: "I was haunted by a ghost and came to me?" Which door has your head been caught in, and you actually show off like this. ”

"Who else can I find if I don't look for you, in the circle I know, only you are said to have some research on supernatural events." She has completely ignored my thoughts and put herself in her social circle without authorization.

"Rich second-generation eldest lady, I've only known you for more than half an hour, please don't talk about dizzying topics. Let's talk about something constructive. "Honestly, I don't believe her at all. What is haunted by ghosts,. The Vatican, a few hundred kilometers away from this town, receives at least 10,000 letters and reports of demon-possessed people asking for exorcism every year, and how many of them are actually true? After spending a lot of manpower and material resources, most of them were judged by the Vatican to be mental illnesses.

The rich second-generation lady in front of her is estimated to be in a similar situation, and she may have played some messy summoning games under the emptiness, loneliness and boredom, and was psychologically suggested, and then she felt that she had hit a ghost. Nonsense, I don't want to waste my precious time messing around with her.

Qiao Yu trembled: "I really hell, and I was entangled by a supernatural force." I don't think I have long to live. ”

I scratched my head: "You're thinking too much, I'm sorry, I can't help you." Maybe going back to my dorm room and drinking a spoonful of rum will help me more than I do. ”

"You don't believe me?" She stared at me angrily.

"Nonsense, the devil believes you." I believe that she has ghosts.

Qiao Yuqi's face turned pale: "You really don't help me?" ”

"Miss, how do you ask me to help you? Truth be told, I've been busy lately. ”

"Good, good. You're really nice. Qiao Yu's lips were trembling: "You don't want to save you when you die, right?" Okay, if I really die. I won't let you go, I'll pester you and let what I've experienced reappear in you. I'm going to make you live in fear every day, and then die as tragically as I do. ”

Hey, there's no need to curse like that. Am I really that hated her? It's just that he didn't agree to her request. This girl's personality is really bad and unacceptable, and it is estimated that she is also a domineering master at home.

I watched speechlessly as Qiao Yu burst out of her petite mouth with vicious words, and then left me angrily and turned away. I wanted to keep her, and I reluctantly listened to her story. Unfortunately, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and it was Li Nuoyi's call. After a few words with her, when the phone was cut off, Qiao Yu was already gone.

Faintly, I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I was a little concerned about what she said before leaving. The words were so vicious that they didn't look like they came out of the mouth of a young girl.

What I didn't expect was that my anxiety would soon become a reality. Sometimes I often think that if I had kept Qiao Yu at that time and listened to her story. So will the outcome of this event go in another direction? But it's not a multi-linear world, and there's no regret pill to buy. In fact, from the very beginning of this story, I was destined to have no way to turn the tide, and it was even difficult to save myself.

Because on the third day of an unpleasant dinner with the girl, Qiao Yu died.

Died tragically at home, barefoot, and still tightly tugged at the palm of my hand, I got my photo from nowhere......

It's really hard to explain things in the world. For example, Qiao Yu's death stunned me and made my heart palpitate. Even fidgeted for a long time.

The news of her death came from the local newspaper. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the front page of the local tabloid stuffed through the letter with a photo of Qiao Yu smiling before his death and the appearance of the body when it was carried into the car. The headline is also prominent: 'Chinese schoolgirl died tragically at home, and her body was found a day later by the girl who lived with her'.

There wasn't much in the newspaper about the cause of her tragic death, and the people who wrote the news were a little misty and poorly written. I couldn't see any clues from it, so I took a sandwich from the refrigerator and nibbled on a few bites, and went to school in confusion.

This small German town is really small, and news of the murder spreads at an alarming rate. As soon as I entered the school, I heard a lot of discussions from locals and international students from all over the world, all about Qiao Yu's death. Andrew leaned over to me with a sinister eyebrow and whispered, "The Chinese girl who dined with us that day is said to have died. ”

"I read the newspaper." I nodded perfunctorily.

"It is said that the death is unknown." He said again.

"It was mentioned in the newspapers." I frowned. It was indeed mentioned in the newspapers. Qiao Yu died in the bedroom, a completely confined space. The door was locked, and her body didn't look like it was poisoned. But the appearance before death is terrible, and the expression is hideous. No, rather than hideous, it can be described as a distorted face, twisted to the limit of what the human facial muscles can withstand.

There were no signs of homicide on her body, and there were no wounds. But one thing is strange, a sentence in the newspaper that I cares about. Qiao Yu's bones all over his body were shattered, as if he had been crushed by a heavy object. However, there was no trace of external force on the skin.

People who write news also find it weird, so they mark it out. The exact forensic diagnosis won't be released until a few days later, but I don't want to wait that long.

For some reason, the vicious words Qiao Yu said before her death were wrapped around my heart like a poisonous snake, causing my mind to be filled with her words all day.

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