I was in the dark, my whole being suspended in the void.

Following that line of sight, I saw a pair of eyes full of resentment.

I don't know this guy...... No, I should say I don't know this ghost.

The ghost looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, still a teenager, covered in bruises and unclothed. He just stared straight at me, staring at me with resentment.

This kind of sight, if substantial, is creepy.

It's not the malice of that kind of demon, it's pure hatred.

Next to the boy, another ghost emerged from the darkness.

It was a middle-aged woman, her limbs were a little twisted, and there were traces of blood from her mouth down to her chest. Her eyes, plaintive and miserable, stared at me beggingly. It's not resentment, but I still feel uncomfortable being locked in by this kind of gaze.

Immediately after, something appeared behind me.

My body slowly turned uncontrollably.

Another ghost, male, young man, with a big gash in his stomach, and his intestines fell out of it. His eyes were cold, and he stared at me silently. That piercing gaze irritated my heart.

In the darkness, many figures appeared one after another.

They surrounded me, stared at me, and said nothing.

I knew that this was in a dream, possessed by others, but this kind of wordless pressure was more overwhelming than Wu Mingle's intense fear.

I felt as if I had become a sinner, being judged by a kind of silence.

The demons did not speak, but their eyes were already accusing, accusing me of the sins I had done against them.

I wanted to escape.

As long as I am separated from the possessed object, I can be a bystander and leave this oppressive feeling.

Just as I was about to move, the ghosts moved first.

A gap was revealed in the circle that surrounded me.

In that gap, the middle-aged woman took the young girl's hand and walked out of the darkness step by step.

I heard the possessed subject's heavy breathing and a pounding heartbeat.

Looking at the movements and expressions of the two people, it seems that they are mother and daughter.

As they emerged from the darkness, the blurred outlines became clear, as did the scars on their bodies.

The girl's skirt was torn open, revealing her bruised skin. His body was covered in blood. Her wrist was dripping blood, and the wound was an irregular hole, and blood was pouring out of it, leaving a bright red patch.

The middle-aged woman's clothes had also been torn, and there was a clear fingerprint on some of the loose muscles. There were no obvious fatal wounds on her body, but the way she walked also left bloody footprints along the way.

"Whew-" My possessed subject let out a whimper.

The mother and daughter had cold expressions.

I fell to my knees with the possessed subject, tears welling up from my eyes.

After a long time, a voice sounded overhead.

"Daddy, when are you coming to save us? When will you avenge us? ”

A cold, girlish voice without a trace of emotion.

I felt empathy for the possessed subject, and felt as if my heart was being clutched.

In an instant, I broke free from the possessed subject's body.

I saw the man kneeling on the ground.

Rickety back, mixed with white hair, slightly trembling head.

This figure is somewhat familiar.

"Can't you save us, can't you help us get revenge?" The girl continued, "What they said is true. Dad, you're not a hero, you don't do anything. ”

The man slowly straightened up.

I wasn't surprised to see what he looked like, but I still chuckled in my heart.

The dream was suddenly swallowed up by darkness.

Again complete darkness, pure darkness.

The sound of crying came from the darkness.

I passively seek in the dark, walk in this empty darkness.

Soon, I saw a cloud of light, and in the halo was a boy covered in bruises.

"You ......," opened my possessed subject, "you don't matter, do you?" ”

He was at a loss, trying to get closer, but hesitating.

The boy looked up, his face full of tears and blood, "Help me...... Help me ......."

“…… Good. ”

He got up from the ground, turned, and staggered into the darkness.

My body stayed in place for two seconds before I chased the boy forward.

The darkness slowly receded and became a street.

I walked through the entrance of a school and arrived at a small shop next to the school.

The boy stayed at the door of the shop, staring timidly at the man in the small shop.

It was a rental bookstore, which is no longer visible in Minqing City. The owner of the bookstore was a man of five big and three thick, sitting on a small bench, shaking his body while flipping through the raw books in his hands.

The boy seemed to muster up enough courage to squeeze out the words from between his teeth: "It's him!" I didn't steal the book! He lied to me and beat me! He beat me to death and robbed me of my money! That's him! ”

The louder he spoke, his voice trembling, but there were still tears on his face, and his face was pitiful and miserable.

I heard another voice, a young man's voice. Voices came from my body.

"Did he kill you? You...... Is there any evidence? The voice hesitated, hesitated, just as he had just chased the boy.

"I was beaten to death by him! I was beaten to death by him! The boy let out a louder cry of disbelief, a wail.

"Oh, good...... I, I know......" The man stammered a little, took a deep breath, slowly stabilized, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely find evidence and bring him to justice!" ”

The dream changed abruptly.

"Xiao Li, the owner of the bookstore has already been interrogated. He beat the deceased and robbed him of his money. But the fatal wound, the spleen, was not caused by him. He knocked people unconscious and threw them in the back of the store, which is not where we found the body. The uniformed man said, waving his hand, "Follow the line, and continue to check to see if anyone has seen who took the deceased." ”

"Yes, Captain." The young man replied from his feet.

However, the next second, in a dark dream.

"He was the one who killed me! Why did you let him go? He was the one who killed me! The boy let out a hysterical cry and looked at me in disbelief.

"We have found out what happened, he hit you in the lower abdomen and face, and pinched your neck, but the fatal wound to the spleen was not caused by him. Comparisons have been made by colleagues in the Assurance Section. We're not letting him go, he's on bail, and then ......," the young man explained good-naturedly.

"How could it be...... It's him, it's him! The boy yelled and screamed, and tears welled up again. He asked in a panic, "It's not him, who?" ”

No one answered.

Darkness engulfed the boy.

The surroundings lit up, and it was the uniformed policeman again, and this time he said a little tiredly: "It's confirmed, he did it." ”

"Is there any evidence?" The young man was in a trance.

"That's the evidence. The son's money was robbed of his money and he didn't want to get it back. When he picked up his son home, he was angry for a moment and moved his hand, and that's it. He had a criminal record, and the divorce was due to gambling and domestic violence. His son is also young and unclear, and he was sentenced to a reliable mother, but he has been in contact with that kind of man, asking for money from his mother to fill the hole of that scum. The policeman shook his head.

The surroundings fell silent, and darkness replaced light.

The boy stood in the dark, staring at me resentfully.

There are only two shifts today.

Good night everyone.

(End of chapter)