A small foot, white without a trace of blood, suddenly shrank behind a garbage can.

Fang Yi stretched his neck to take a look.

A little boy with drooping black hair and a miserable white and naked body was curled up behind a garbage can, his thin arms around his equally bony knees, shivering.

Seeing this dignity, Fang Yixiao's heart suddenly trembled, this kid was full of weird yin qi all over his body, and standing next to him, he felt a chill on his body, and it was bitterly cold.

What else could it be if it wasn't a ghost?

But even if it's a ghost, since it's a child, he shouldn't kill people at every turn like those adult ghosts, his appearance looks quite harmless to humans and animals, about twelve or thirteen years old, his body hasn't begun to develop yet, and he's skinny.

"What are you doing here?"

Fang Yi leaned down and asked in a low voice, estimating that since this ghost kid was also that kind of incredible thing, he might know something about the bus.

As the saying goes, a mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and one nature cannot accommodate two types of ghosts.

Hearing Fang Yi's voice, the little ghost seemed to be startled, his shoulders trembled, and then he raised his head mechanically and stiffly.

The moment he saw his face, Fang Yi, who was already rich in experience, couldn't help but change his face, half of this child's face was already rotten, revealing disgusting carrion, still bleeding pus, and even maggots crawling in and out.

And his eyes, there are no black eyes, they are all whites and bloodshots, if it weren't for the frightened look on this little ghost's face at this time, these eyes alone would be enough to frighten people's souls.

If it weren't for the current reliance, he wouldn't dare to look at such a thing in a dark and uninhabited alley in the dead of night.

At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly heard an ethereal child's voice in the deep alley.

"When Yu Yi was a child, he could open his eyes to the sun, see the details, and see the texture of the small things, so he ......"

Fang Yi had a little impression that this was a classical Chinese essay when he was in junior high school.

"Little Red, this is ......"

Xiaohong: "Detected the heart of the young man's resentful spirit, this is his deepest memory before his death, so that it is still engraved in his brain after his death, his name is Wang Hao, he died in a car accident, and he was memorizing texts before he died." ”

In the middle of the night, deep in the silent alley, there was a faint whisper of reciting texts......

This situation and this scene make people feel cold.

If someone else is here, it is estimated that half a life will be scared.

"I want to go home......"

After the text was memorized, it became this sentence.

"You want to go home?" Fang Yi looked at this cowardly child, his heart moved, and asked, "Where is your home?" ”

The ghost child lowered his head again, "My mother said she would come to pick me up, but she went to play mahjong again, so I was left alone on the bus to go back." ”

Fang Yi is concerned, it seems that this is also a poor child, behind every miserable child there is an irresponsible family, and the accidental death itself is also a kind of sadness.

However, since it is said that the bus, it means that there should be some clues to be found from this ghost child.

"Come home with me."

The ghost child kept his mouth closed, and looked at Fang Yi with a pair of eyes that only had the whites of his eyes, his voice seemed to come from the sky, flickering far and near, mixed with reverberation.

"Come home with me......"

"Come home with me......"

"Let's go home together......"

"Let's go home......"

As if with some kind of magical power, at the same time as these words sounded, Fang Yi suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, and at the same time, there was a faint burst of tinnitus similar to electricity in his skull, just like the feeling he felt when he encountered the ghost pressing the bed, and the feeling of paralysis was born all over his body.

At this time, he was like being struck by lightning, but it was too late to wake up, and his mind was blank, and only one sentence remained.

Hit!

He tried to struggle, but he couldn't move even a finger, he froze in place, his body twitched slightly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.

What happened next shocked Fang Yi so much that he remembered it for a long time to come, and even thought of writing that experience into a fantasy novel like "Robinson Crusoe" or "The Ethereal Journey".

"Come home with me."

The ghost child's voice echoed in the alley for a long time, and the face in front of Fang Yi's eyes, which was originally hesitant and uneasy, and even a little innocent and immature, instantly changed to another face.

His expression became hideous and distorted, and black and winding green tendons crawled all over his face in a matter of seconds.

Fang Yi's face trembled slightly.

Feel...... It's a little hard to even breathe......

The ghost child slowly stood up from the ground.

Then he hunched over and hung his hands, slowly, step by step, towards the big road outside the alley.

Something strange has happened!

Fang Yi's body actually moved involuntarily, as if he was enchanted, and followed behind him indifferently.

"No!!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!!"

Fang Yi shouted wildly in his heart.

He had a strong premonition that this would probably not end well.

But the body continued to move forward uncontrollably.

Seriously, could it be that I'm obsessed with ghosts.

I'm afraid there is nothing in the world that can better interpret the word "ghost puzzle" than this situation.

It's not that I can't help but think about her, the kind that is not called a ghost, but estrus.

What Fang Yi encountered at this time was the real ghost puzzle.

In ghost movies, you can always see those people acting according to the will of the ghost, making the illusion of self-harm and even suicide, and now all bodies will experience that feeling.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the story about the reservoir that Liu Fatzi told himself.

The two of them ran to the reservoir in the middle of the night and drowned for no reason.

Will he also take me to the West Lake and jump in to commit suicide......

Oh my God, don't be like this, I'm so kind, how can I get my donkey's liver and lungs clean......

Fortunately, I didn't go to the West Lake, only walked out of the alley.

The ghost boy stopped.

The dim streetlights didn't give a hint of warmth to his pale body.

His cold body froze in the middle of the road, motionless.

Fang Yi stood behind him, also motionless.

Suddenly, there was a heavy fog.

In the silence of the street, a short whistle sounded.

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