But Jiajing thought about it and felt that it was wrong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For this dream began on the last day of the year.

And the news of this dead man is the beginning of the year.

Speaking of the Chinese New Year, Jiajing's hometown has a lot of beautiful programs -- wandering gods, lion dances, dragon dances, firecrackers, fireworks, all kinds of parties and all kinds of banquets, which are very lively.

It's not like him in GH, every Spring Festival is when people go to empty buildings, deserted, miserable and miserable.

Jiajing didn't go back to his hometown for the New Year, not because he didn't dare to go back because he didn't have money, but he really didn't want to go back, the broken family, and his relatives who forgot their righteousness, he didn't want to see them again at all.

He slowly lifted the quilt, got up, bent down to pick up the note, held it in the palm of his hand, flipped it, and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, my brain swelled and I shook my hand and threw it back to the ground—a row of tooth marks faintly visible on the edge of the note.

Thinking that the note had just been bitten off from his ledger by the dead man's head, Jiajing felt his stomach churning, and he almost vomited for supper.

Jiajing shook his whole body, and retracted back into the quilt in a daze.

Looking at the bedside table, there was a thick layer of dust on it, and there were thousands of shallow ravines left on it—the traces of long hair pressing down......

After a series of shocks, Jiajing began to be less afraid.

By all indications, he did run into something dirty.

The house was airtight, the quilt had been covered for a long time, and the body was sticky with sweat.

Jiajing couldn't stand the hot winter, so he lifted half of the quilt.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he calmed down and began to ponder: what does "Development Avenue" mean......

I don't know if the ghost told him that the murderer was on the Development Avenue, or told him to rush to the Development Avenue immediately, or something else......

Jiajing just thought about it like this, and he didn't have a clue for a night, but the sky was bright.

Let's wash our faces first, maybe it's really just an illusion.

Halfway through the washing of this face, Jiajing looked in the mirror, his brows wrinkled unnaturally, his eyes widened, staring at himself in the mirror, he saw that there were red dots on his shoulders!

Jiajing trembled his right hand, touched the red dots on his left shoulder, took them down, took them to his eyes, sniffed them under the tip of his nose, and then took them back to his eyes to take a closer look.

Jiajing laughed nervously, "It's really blood, it's the dead man's head." Jiajing turned his head to look at the corridor outside the toilet: "Should you really come to my house?" ”

Or is it that when I kill someone in my dream, I also sleepwalk outside and kill someone in reality?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiajing was a little restless.

In any case, this blood can't be found by the strips, so it has to be washed off quickly......

Jiajing took off his short sleeves in two or two, threw them in the bucket, and poured a lot of laundry detergent. Then squeeze a hand of shower gel and wipe it on your shoulders and arms, and rinse with water on your side.

The sky was slightly bright, he drove to the Wanggang subway station to entertain guests, everything was so natural, he couldn't let anyone find out that he had anything to do with the murder, even if he turned the rental house inside and out, he didn't find the head, but the ghost knows what was going on, before the truth was revealed, be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years.

Even if he is really not a murderer, but are there still fewer poor worms who have been shot because of unjust cases these years?

At this time, it is only more than 6 o'clock in the morning, and there are not many people who start to go to work and take the subway, generally until the rush hour after work, others take the subway back here, and there will be more people who take a taxi, but it is not excluded that others think that his van is a black car and refuse to sit in the situation, so that at the end of the day, it is quite good to earn thirty or forty yuan.

In the middle of the day, I didn't eat breakfast, and it was noon in a blink of an eye, and this year's winter was not cold at all, only a little cooler than summer, and if you closed the car window, you still had to sweat.

Alas, this morning is again zero income, so breakfast will be saved.

Thinking about it, my stomach began to "growl" uncomfortably.

Let's nibble on a bun, two yuan a bun, better than ten yuan a fast food.

Jiajing bought steamed buns, and on the way back, he was shocked to see a woman in red sitting in the back row, the woman's head was covered by the darkness in the car, and she couldn't see her face.

From a distance, it's as if there is no head.

Jiajing's legs were slightly weak, but fortunately he didn't drop the bun on the ground when he was stunned, otherwise the job bowl for the day would be gone.

Jiajing's embarrassed pestle was in place, and he didn't know whether the person in red was a person or a ghost, anyway, Jiajing didn't even dare to go back to the car now.

Occasionally, a few passers-by would walk up to the car to take a look, turn around a few times and walk again.

I guess I wanted to take a ride, but I didn't see the driver, so I had to move to find another one.

They didn't seem to see the woman in red in the car.

Jiajing closed his eyes tightly, rubbed his eyelid bag vigorously several times, and opened them again.

Gone, the guy is gone again!

Why did I lose so many passengers in vain......

Jiajing was angry in his heart, so he was not so afraid, and began to walk back sullenly, grabbing a bun and sending it to his mouth.

Jiajing leaned on the window with a serious face, looked at the back row, and looked at the back row, but the car was empty, and there was no one.

Jiajing turned his head to look around, but he didn't see the shadow of the female passenger in red.

Jiajing is also a bull temper, this ghost was not found, and the passenger left and never came, so he snorted very unhappily and scolded secretly: Stupid female ghost, where did you come from, go back and cool down!

As soon as I finished scolding in my heart, I heard a sudden soft sound of "snort" from the last row.

This sound suddenly raised Jiajing's heart to his throat, and he stared at the last row in a daze, where no one was sitting, empty, but the position of the seat cushion below was covered by the cushions in the front row, and he had to straighten his body and lean over his face, or bypass the seats in the front row to see it completely.

The sound was familiar, reminding Jiajing of the creepy dead man's head last night.

He didn't dare to check again, swallowed his saliva, didn't turn around, and just tiptoed back until he got out of the car door.

Collapsed like leaning against the railing on the sidewalk, and never returned to the car.

When I saw someone coming to take a look, I directly accosted the other party and asked where they wanted to sit.

The day was almost over, and he couldn't get customers when it was getting dark, so he had to go back to the car after all.

But there was that dirty thing inside, and he didn't dare to open it alone.

Jiajing had no choice but to hang another hitchhiker service on the platform.

No, soon two orders came over.

These two orders were obtained without any effort, and the day's meal money was finally settled.

On the way home, Jiajing always looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, because the female ghost in red appeared in the back row again, and it was not surprising that the position above the neck was a cross-section, and the bloody throat pipe could be seen, but the head was missing.

Jiajing was frightened, and after looking at it twice, he didn't dare to look at it again.

Nervous, he drove the car back to the parking lot before opening the door to the passenger who kept shouting to get out of the car.

When the two passengers got off the bus, they shouted loudly to give Jiajing a bad review.

Jiajing smiled indifferently: A bad review is a bad review, and a bad review can't kill me anyway.

After glancing at the lonely van, I went to the security booth and got a parking card.

After saying goodbye to the haunted van, he had to go back to the haunted rental house, and now Jiajing was in trouble again.

I had to walk a kilometer out of the parking lot, and I was hesitant to walk, but what could I do if I didn't go home, I couldn't sleep on the street.

A huge city, a divided family, and no relatives.

I had to hold the jade Buddha on my chest lightly and recite the sentence "Amitabha".