That was actually Mo Ziling's tomb! Born July 19, 1988, died January 9, 2009! So who will be that one in the school? Bai Ling and Jiang Qing looked at each other, even Luo Xiyu, who was a little abnormal, looked at this tomb in surprise!

Luo Xiyu couldn't help but want to break the deadlock, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Could it be a coincidence, there are many people with the same name and surname in this world." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Bai Ling and Jiang Qing both looked at Luo Xiyu like idiots, "What about the photo?" Could it really be a coincidence? As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone again, "I'll call Feng Yihong and ask her." ”

As soon as Bai Ling turned on her mobile phone, she found that there was no signal on her mobile phone at all, "What should I do, if Mo Ziling in the school is a ghost, Yihong will be very dangerous!" ”

"I don't think it will be for the time being, Mo Ziling has been in school for so long, and he has never done anything bad, whether it is true or not, it may be more dangerous to say it now." Jiang Qing suppressed the initial panic and returned to his calm and comfortable self, "We will go to Chen Yuanyuan's house immediately, and if there is no clue, we will go back to school immediately." ”

Bai Ling nodded, Luo Xiyu didn't show any objections, and the three of them walked towards Chen Yuanyuan's house in this weedy mound, but they didn't find a pair of eyes in the grass, staring at them tightly!

In the dormitory, Feng Yihong was still entangled with two ugly souls, and suddenly, a red-clothed long-sleeved man rushed out of the balcony and wrapped away the dancing evil spirit, the two souls seemed to be injured and hid in Fang Han's body, Feng Yihong did not rush to the balcony and said silently: "Thank you, Yuanyuan, I will definitely save you." ”

The door of Chen Yuanyuan's house was not locked, Bai Ling pushed the door open and went in, this old house was as dilapidated as ever, there was no layout of the mourning hall, I heard Chen Chen say that Chen Yuanyuan's grandmother had also passed away, and the hundreds of yuan that Bai Ling left last time on the table were still on it, there was no vision at all, it was just an old house, Bai Ling herself stepped forward and opened Chen Yuanyuan's bedroom, sure enough, as usual.

Bai Ling and Jiang Qing were rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for clues, but Luo Xiyu was just looking around.

Finally, Bai Ling found a few pieces of paper that seemed to be written randomly in a pillow, Bai Ling carefully folded them and put them in her pocket, and went to the living room to look at the casual Luo Xiyu, not knowing what to think.

Soon, Jiang Qing also came over and said in disappointment: "There is nothing, maybe it was taken away by the police back then." ”

Luo Xiyu also shrugged his shoulders, "I haven't found anything here, why don't we go back first, and then go to Lu Xiaoqi's house to see if there are any clues." ”

Luo Xiyu and Jiang Qing were both looking at Bai Ling, as if waiting for her to come up with an idea.

Bai Ling looked around the room in contemplation: "Then let's go, it may have been taken away back then." ”

Along the way, Bai Ling was observing Luo Xiyu intentionally or unintentionally, Luo Xiyu did not shy away, and always returned to Bai Ling's eyes with a smile, but only by careful observation could he find that Luo Xiyu's eyes were more jealous and unwilling. Jiang Qing was quiet all the way, but it was not difficult to find the sense of loss that emanated from her.

"It's finally coming back, rubbish, nothing found!" A dark shadow stood in front of the mirror with some anger.

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