At this time, another car came on the road. The car was a private car, in the same direction as the pickup truck in front of Rena's house, parked behind the pickup truck.

The woman driving the car was the mistress of the Jackson house, Mrs. Jackson. In the back seat of the car, a large white dog poked its head out of the window. As soon as Mrs. Jackson opened the door, the big dog slipped down and pounced on Mr. Jackson, making out a burst of affection. Mr. Jackson touched its head, and it spun back to the car.

There were two other children in the back seat of the car, one after the other, who were led by Mrs. Jackson's hand and walked towards this side.

I looked at the little boy, then at the girl who seemed to be older, and was a little confused.

There should have only been that boy in the Jackson family......

No, it's eleven years ago, and the Jackson family shouldn't have any children, right?

I only saw a family of three enjoying family fun in the scene, but before that, I didn't see what the family was like.

Has the time changed again?

I glanced at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling really didn't hide it at all, and directly asked Mr. Jackson about today's date.

"July 15......," said Mr. Jackson, stunned.

"It's Sixteen, my dear." Mrs. Jackson corrected.

The siblings laughed at their father's confusion.

"Oh, it's sixteen. I'm busy. Mr. Jackson slapped his head.

One of the busy workers on the other side of the house came up to him and said to Mr. Jackson, "There is nothing wrong with the main structure of the house, but many places have to be replaced." If you repair it, it is too expensive, and it is more convenient to replace it. ”

"Oh, of course. It's up to you to decide. We liked the structure of the house and it was best if it didn't move. And the backyard, hoping for a small pavilion and a swing. Mr. Jackson said.

"Daddy! Father! I want a treehouse! The boy jumped.

"Let's do it later. You're still too young. Mr. Jackson did not agree.

The boy did not give up, Mr. Jackson had a headache, and his wife bent down patiently to persuade him. The boy pouted, reluctantly abandoning the treehouse.

Mr. Jackson, who was busy, noticed us again and apologized, "Are you neighbors living nearby?" Sorry, I'm too busy right now. The house is going to be renovated and we will be moving in soon. This is my wife, this is my daughter and son. Oooh, forgot to say the name, we ......"

"Mr. Jackson! There's a problem on the second floor here! The workers over there shouted again.

Mr. Jackson looked really busy.

His wife came to entertain us and let him take care of the house.

Wu Ling asked about the current year again.

Mrs. Jackson was surprised: "Vintage? It's 2012. ”

It's not like time has jumped.

So what's going on with these two kids?

I looked at the two children.

The boy is the ghost kid we saw. Of course, they are all ghosts now.

Was it the young ghost who tampered with the past? Maybe it's not tampering with the past, it's just tampering with the memories of these ghosts and changing their identities. It's like acting, rearranging the script and changing the plot.

This is more in line with the happy family of his dreams.

Only, where did this little girl's ghost come from? Is it a child from another family?

I didn't know the little girl, I could feel her yin and be sure she wasn't Lina.

I glanced at Han Yun.

Since they are children's ghosts, Han Yun may have a way to deal with them.

Han Yun looked at the two ghosts carefully, and knew what we were thinking, and said to us regretfully: "I'm not brainwashing children...... I need time to contact them. And...... It's better if they turn to me for help. ”

Han Yun seems to be a democratic, humane ghost. Judging from the incident in which Aoba came into contact with him, he is also reasonable. It's like a child, and it takes a little effort to reason with him. It should be the same thing for him to come into contact with these children's ghosts. It takes a lot of effort to get acquainted with the child, and it needs to be a child with a similar temperament.

As he said, he is not brainwashing children, directly controlling these children.

This makes things cumbersome.

I looked at the house again.

"Well, may I ask, is there something wrong with this house?" Mrs. Jackson asked us suddenly.

She hesitated, thought about it, and then drove the two children and the big dog to the car and came back to talk to us.

"My husband bought the house from a colleague of his own. He was originally working abroad and wanted to return to China to settle down. He works in the branch here. An old colleague over there mentioned that his distant relatives had a house here. His distant relatives have died, and the house, as an inheritance, is inherited by him...... We've seen it before, we've inquired about it, and it seems to be ...... An inheritance is an inheritance, but because he is a distant relative and is abroad, he does not know the specific course of events...... This house always makes me feel uncomfortable. Mrs. Jackson's face was full of embarrassment.

I looked at that face and felt a little strange. After all, not long ago, I just destroyed a monster with such a face. Now, Mrs. Jackson asks us what is going on with this house with ghosts...... She's a ghost herself.

It's a really overwhelming situation.

But it may be just me and Guo Yujie who are at a loss.

Wu Ling directly told what happened to the Rena family.

Mrs. Jackson's face turned pale.

With homicides, multiple deaths and a suicide, it makes sense that the house is rumored to be a murder house and a site for supernatural stories.

Mrs. Jackson thanked us and went to Mr. Jackson.

I saw the ghost of a young man on the second floor. His face was expressionless, and he didn't know if he had heard what Wu Ling said, and whether he would hold a grudge against Wu Ling because of this.

It's time to do something......

In the car over there, the little girl took the initiative to greet us. She seemed a little afraid of her parents. The boy was bolder and more mischievous, rushing to get out of the car and was stopped by the girl.

We walked to the side of the car.

"What did you tell your mother? Is that house a haunted house? The girl had a frightened expression.

"Haunted house! Is there a pixie! The boy became excited, "And the tunnels of the underground palace, right?" ”

I don't know what fairy tales he watched, and he actually had such associations.

Wu Ling casually dismissed their questions and turned to inquire about their family affairs.

The logic of two children is not like that of adults, and their memories are also limited. As far as they knew, their family had been living in another country, had come by plane, and were in a hurry to move.

As for the reason for the move, the two can't say clearly.

The boy's attention quickly shifted to the big dog and he started playing with the dog.

The girl was worried.

Han Yun stared at it for a long time, but did not appear in front of the girl.

"It scares her. I'll go back to her in the evening. ”

So that it doesn't scare her?

I don't understand this way of doing things, but Han Yun seems to be confident.

Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Jackson came over. Mr. Jackson had a smile on his face, but he said the words of send-off. Mrs. Jackson was as worried as her own daughter. Looking at it this way, the mother and daughter look very similar.

We can only leave temporarily.

When we got into the car, we saw Mrs. Winter standing by the window and waving to us.

The Jacksons are still at the door. Liu Miao nodded to Mrs. Winter and stretched out her hand to draw a circle. After driving around, he parked his car on the next street.

That street is next to the backyard fence of the house.

A door was installed in the fence of Mrs. Winter's house.

The old lady was very shrewd. As we drove over, we saw her at the back door, waiting for us to arrive.

Her first words when she saw us made us all stunned.

"I know, I'm dead, and the whole people of Thycente are dead." Mrs. Winter said with a calm face.

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