After all, I was a child, and I was only six or seven years old when I died, so I was a little soft-hearted.

"What now—What should I do?" I asked the poet who was walking around my room and flipping through something.

He stopped and turned around: "Three choices." ”

"Which three?"

"One, destroy, two, I will seal him, and in a hundred years he will become a ghost and find an opportunity to run out, and third, you help him complete his obsession and let him return to the underworld by himself, everyone is happy."

No matter how you think about it, it can only be the third one, right?

"What's his obsession?"

"It's simple, just help him find his parents."

I looked at the ghost boy in amazement: "Doesn't he know where his parents are?" ”

"To be precise, he couldn't find his way home."

"He doesn't know himself, there is a vast sea of people, how can I help him find it?"

Qiu Shiren walked to my desk, took the things on the table to the side to make a vacant place, took out five copper coins from his pocket, threw them on the table, and then stared at the place where the five copper coins fell for a while, took out my pen, and wrote an address on the paper.

"I can only calculate the approximate place, and if you take him there, he will surely recognize where his home is."

I had to go into the room, take the paper, I looked at the address, and then reacted to the meaning of his words: "You just said, I, myself, take him there?" ”

"Otherwise," he slapped one hand on the table, leaning over to me, the strong sense of oppression holding my breath, "you think it's free, and you can give you a full service?" ”

"Then, in case of him, I'll ......" I pointed at the ghost boy and then at myself, and my words stammered.

Let me be alone with the ghost child, just thinking about the whole person is not good.

"He won't do anything to you," he added, "under normal circumstances." ”

Me: "......"

"By the way," he inserted the pen back into my pen holder, "just take it as an after-sales benefit, I'll give you a reminder." ”

I looked at him puzzled.

"His death is not easy," he smiled a little wickedly, "you have to be careful." ”

Me: "......"

Take a deep breath: "That ......"

"Don't think about it, it's impossible!"

...... "I haven't said anything yet!"

Sure enough, the tolerance I thought about before was an illusion, and this man didn't have a good time!

Seeing that he thought he was leaving at the end of the mission, no matter how scared I was of the ghost child, I couldn't feel the mood to call him back.

But when he reached the door, he paused and said, "Have you lost the mirror?" ”

"How do you know?"

He nodded to himself: "You're fine, just stay in your house for a while, it's good for you." ”

Then open the door, close the door.

I stared at the door and suddenly realized that it was just me and ...... in the room The ghost boy behind me, the capillaries are all blown out.

I was wrong, I shouldn't be reserved, come back quickly!

I cautiously moved to the farthest corner before turning to face the ghost child: "Hehe, hey, hey?" ”

The ghost child looked at me in confusion: "Sister, why are you afraid of me?" ”

Can I not be afraid, do people and ghosts understand different ways?

But for fear of irritating him, I could only say embarrassedly: "No, I like to stay in this place, it's cool." ”

Pretending to take out his mobile phone calmly, he played with entertainment until he ran out of power, only to feel that time passed so slowly, and finally it was dark, so he immediately packed himself up and went out.

Gotta fix this tonight!

Walking out of the apartment, I looked left and right, and I didn't find the ghost kid following, so I won't lose it, right?

Just as he was about to look back, a faint voice sounded behind his head: "I'm behind you." ”

“……”

I walked forward stiff and straight, like a marionette.