This question made my face feverish. The way this decision was made was child's play.

"Ask your instincts, and if you can't make a decision, just leave it at that." Gu Mo said inscrutablely.

Chen Yihan's mobile phone rang. He didn't comment on our conversation, but kept the pressure low, and acquiesced in Gu Mo's decision to answer the phone.

"I mean, we should do something about it, right? That Xiao Tianci can use others to kill people, what if he makes a few more suicide attacks? The thin man broke the awkward silence.

"In this regard, I went to answer the phone professionally." I said helplessly.

The thin man and the fat man are not very angry, and they look like a wretch. It doesn't help, it's a burden, and of course it doesn't feel good.

"Do you want to tell Hill about this?" Guo Yujie asked.

"Her uncle is here, he will decide." The thin man replied lazily.

"And Xinxin's ......," Guo Yujie worried.

Zheng Xinxin smiled comfortingly.

This matter has to be investigated by Chen Yihan.

A few of us were even lowered. Gu Mo was heartless, and took out his mobile phone to play the game.

After a while, Chen Yihan came back, and his face was very ugly.

"What's wrong?" I chuckled in my heart.

"Wang Jiarong is dead." Chen Yihan replied.

Who is Wong Ka Wing?

We looked at each other and reacted for a second.

"It's the red hair? He ...... "The fat man was a little sad, "Didn't you save it......"

"No, it was killed." Chen Yihan's expression was solemn, "I have entered the ordinary ward and notified his family." His stepmother suffocated him to death. ”

I was shocked, "Could it be Xiao Tianci...... How is this possible? ”

Didn't Chen Yihan guard against Xiao Tianci? How could Xiao Tianci find the red-haired stepmother?

Chen Yihan frowned, "I notified people to find the two ghosts as soon as possible, but I haven't found them yet." I also sent someone to watch the hospital and Wang Jiarong's relatives. They hadn't touched those two ghosts. Chen Yihan looked at me, "Is it possible for them to ...... like typical ghosts?"

I hesitated to reply, "I don't know." What I saw in my dreams, they were all in a normal state. Xiao was occupying Wang Fangjie's body, but he was like that kind of typical ghost, with no entity. ”

If Xiao Zheng's father and son can still get rid of the physical restraints, it will be even more dangerous for us.

We are at a loss for what to do.

"You stay here for the time being." Chen Yihan got up. He had a lot to do and certainly couldn't have cowered in the hotel like we did.

When Chen Yihan left, we were all at a loss.

There was only the sound of Gu Mo playing games in the room.

The thin man yelled at Gu Mo irritably: "Can you be a little nervous?" Is now the time to play the game? ”

"Or else? Calm down, kids. When you've seen the wind and waves, you'll be as calm as I am. Gu Mo replied leisurely, his tone was flat.

The thin man couldn't really do anything to Gu Mo.

"I'm going to sleep for a while." I stood up with a pout.

I can't help myself with anything while sitting like this, so I might as well go to sleep. If you dream about something, you might be inspired. Moreover, if the dream continues, in the past not far from the present, I may be able to do something to Xiao Tianci. Even though it was risky and I wasn't sure, I decided to give it a try.

Gu Mo raised his chin, "Take that thing with you." ”

I looked at the glass jar and, without hesitation, led it into the bedroom.

The door was closed, the glass jar was placed on the bedside table, and the blackout curtains were drawn. I took off my coat and lay down on the bed with my clothes closed, closing my eyes. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, I needed to be a sheep, I needed to cultivate sleepiness. What I didn't expect was that, just like what happened in Aoba, my consciousness went into a trance for a moment, and then I fell into a dream.

It was the woman's whimper, sobbing softly, muttering "it hurts", "it hurts".

My eyes changed from dark to color, but the color was gray, a path at night. The street lights are far apart, and one part of the path is lit with dim street lights, and the other part is completely dark.

High heels stomped on the ground, and footsteps were messy.

I paused a little in the dark section of the road and saw the back of a woman. She seemed to pass through my body, staggering forward, and I didn't see her until she was bathed in the streetlights.

She clutched her back, blood oozing from her fingers, dripping all the way.

I was immediately taken aback.

The dream was very different from what I expected. It's not the situation of Xiao Tianci and Xiao Zheng, but the related dreams of the ghost thing behind Zheng Xinxin!

I looked closely at the woman, who was bloated, had short hair, looked very old, and was someone I didn't know. Thinking that I always follow the ghost in my dreams, I thought of something, turned my head, and saw a person lying on his stomach under a street lamp in the distance.

The woman died, unconscious, and walked forward after becoming a ghost.

I hesitated. The body was pulled and kept up with the woman's pace.

The top priority now is to solve the threat of Xiao Zheng's father and son, but I can't sit idly by and ignore Zheng Xinxin's matter. Since this dream has come, I can't say that I will wake up and sleep again.

Whether I can wake up directly, I don't know, whether I can dream of Xiao Tianci if I sleep again, and whether the dream I gave up can be repeated, I don't know. All I can do now is silently keep up with the woman.

There was no murder weapon in the woman's wound, and I saw that there were no other figures behind me, and I wanted to leave the woman and investigate the body, but I couldn't run that far.

The woman was still walking forward in a daze, muttering "it hurts".

The dark path came to a crossroads, and the woman naturally turned and continued on. I looked at the street sign, it was an unfamiliar place name, for a while, I didn't know if this was Minqing City.

The woman entered a neighborhood. The security guards in the neighborhood certainly turned a blind eye to her eccentric. The woman didn't seem to see the security guard, and she didn't stop walking until she reached the front of a building. She lost her mind and walked straight through the glass door downstairs. I followed through the door and followed the woman to the elevator. The woman didn't pay attention to the door, but pressed the elevator button, and it worked. His pale face remained the same, and his empty eyes were a little more radiant. She leaned against the elevator door, and when the elevator opened, she stumbled in, spilling blood.

The bloody fingerprints were pressed on the eighth floor. The elevator started slowly and went up, and there was nothing abnormal. On the eighth floor, the elevator stopped running and the elevator doors opened.

I followed the woman out of the elevator, and suddenly I felt something, turned around, and found the woman's body lying in the elevator behind me. She sat in the corner of the elevator, her head hanging out, her limbs spread out, blood pouring from her back. Although I didn't see the face, the clothes and shoes were exactly the same as the woman's, and the same hairstyle, it must be the same person.

My scalp suddenly tingled, and I was pulled back by the woman in disbelief.

The elevator doors closed at this point.

I saw the female ghost staggering forward again, and I had a sense of absurdity.

The woman took the key out of nowhere to open the door.

Inside the door is a cozy three-bedroom apartment, with a family photo hanging on the wall, a woman smiling happily, and she and her husband are holding their son.

When I saw the photo, a strange expectation popped up in my mind, but when I saw the father and son in the photo, I was disappointed. The father and son are not Xiao Zheng and Xiao Tianci.

The woman had already entered the house and gone to the bathroom.

I glanced at the open room, and in the master bedroom was a man, the woman's husband, and the second bedroom door was open, it was a young man's room, and there was no one lying on the single bed.

The woman took a shower, changed her clothes and came out, climbed into bed, still muttering "it hurts".

I looked at the open bathroom and, unsurprisingly, saw the body lying on the floor in the shower. She was clothed and soaked, blood flowing down the drain, leaving a faint red mark on the tiles. On the bed in the bedroom, blood smeared and gradually soaked the sheets and bedding.

I began to wonder what it would be like for this person to wake up the next day.