"Not much, it's just a little out of breath, and I'll be fine after a while."

Ji Zimo's attention was on the closer, and there was a blurred shadow in the dark black of the heavy truck driver's cab.

Shi Lin was also attracted by Ji Zimo's attentive expression, and came closer to take a look. "What's that?" He asked, not getting an answer, just watching the picture zoom in. In the closer, there is a hideous and terrifying woman's face.

Fork fork fork - boom. Ji Zimo and Shi Lin were startled by this face at the same time. He stopped the mouse anxiously, enlarged the woman's face and asked Shi Lin at the best angle: "Do you know her?" ”

Shi Lin shook his head and denied it: "I don't know." ”

"I don't know, why did she want to kill you?" Ji Zimo clicked the mouse to the woman's eyes, and the hatred reached the angle in front of him. "She seems to hate you, look at it."

Shi Lin looked at the mouse arrow mobilized by Ji Zimo, yes, the woman's eyes were full of hatred. Although it was a picture, it still made him shudder, who was she and why did she hate him so much?

"You don't know, could it be Cai Xiaolan's friend?" Ji Zimo is prompting Shi Lindao.

After Shi Lin learned that he was a ghost, he automatically lifted his self-shield, and most of the people in his brain were unwilling to think about it, and the memories that were sealed in his mind surfaced.

Now, he thought about it one by one, thought about it, screened it, and finally shook his head and said that there was no such woman among Cai Xiaolan's friends.

I don't know what's going on, after Ji Zimo found out the mysterious woman in the cab, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ji Zimo was worried about Cai Xiaolan.

If this evil ghost wants to kill them, then if a stone forest dies, will it let it go?

Ji Zimo picked up the phone, and there was also a phone book at home, and all departments in City A had phone numbers. He fixed his finger on the phone of the Transportation Bureau, hesitated, and thought for a moment.

The driver of the car involved in the accident is still in detention. If it was really a female ghost, what kind of responsibility should he take to bear the car accident? Ji Zimo felt embarrassed that now is the era of advocating science, and talking about ghosts and gods is looking for scolding.

Especially the patrol team of law enforcement, if you go to tell people that the driver is wronged, that it was a bad ghost who caused a car accident, and the adult family will send you to a mental hospital.

Over the years, Ji Zimo has encountered countless strange things, and he occasionally mentions them to his master.

Fortunately, Master understands and understands that this kind of thing that cannot be explained from a scientific point of view is by no means groundless.

Shi Lin looked at Ji Zimo and frowned, and put the phone back on hold. He asked, "Who do you want to call?" ”

"Traffic Accident Center."

"How?"

"It's hard to say." Ji Zimo sat down again, glanced at the madman's face seriously, and said in a low voice: "This body is still useful!" ”

Shi Lin shook his head, "I still think your shell is good." ”

"Don't get down to business." Ji Zimo habitually raised his hand and stroked the bridge of his nose and said: "I'm worried about Cai Xiaolan, you can't remember who the woman in the cab is, and we don't have a good countermeasure, and I don't know where she is now, whether there will be further persecution of Cai Xiaolan." ”

Shi Lin's eyes widened and he nodded as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?" ”

"No one thought of it, and I only remembered it when I saw this grimace. Otherwise, you should go to the hospital now, stay in the intensive care unit to see the situation, and call me if there is anything. ”

Ji Zimo picked up the pen and wrote the landline number at home to Shi Lin, and then gave him his mobile phone.

Shi Lin picked up the piece of paper with the phone number written on it, and hurriedly got up and wanted to leave.

Ji Zimo reminded: "You have a body now, not a ghost, they can see you, don't act recklessly." Be cautious and think before you act. ”

"Well, don't worry." Shi Lin still rejects and dislikes the skin of a madman, but at present, there is no more suitable skin besides this one, and now, he has to go to the hospital to protect Cai Xiaolan.

After Shi Lin left, Ji Zimo hurriedly called his master Kang Zhentian.

Master's phone is open 24 hours a day for Ji Zimo, and even if he is charging, he has not turned it off.

The phone went through. Ji Zimo briefly and clearly informed the master about the discovery of the grimace in the cab, and when Kang Zhentian heard it, he secretly said that there was a door and asked him to find out the truth based on this grimace.

When listening to Ji Zimo say that Shi Lin insisted that he didn't know the owner of this grimace, Kang Zhentian was silent for a few seconds, and then made a plan to let Ji Zimo take the madman possessed by Shi Lin back to his hometown to have a look.

Shi Lin's hometown is in a small mountain village called Fenglin Town.

Ji Zimo has never been there, but he has only heard from Shilin, saying that their house is surrounded by mountains, and the scenery is beautiful and very good.

On the phone with Master, I had a bottom in my heart. Ji Zimo walked into the bedroom, feeling tired, and wanted to lie down in bed and sleep until dawn, and sleeping until he woke up naturally is a great joy in life.

Before his body was next to the bed, he suddenly remembered that he should contact Shi Lin to see where he was now.

I walked to the living room tired and dialed it from my landline.

The phone rang for a while, and there was a wheezing sound from inside, and then Shi Lin's voice asked, "Something?" ”

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, I was running, there was no car on the road, and even if I did, I didn't want to take me." Shi Lin said helplessly.

Ji Zimo smiled secretly, although he had remodeled the skin of a madman and cleaned it, but the breath of mystery, madness, and anger mixed with his bones was innate.

A normal person can see the problem from him if he pays a little attention.

But normal people will not be idle to contact crazy people.

Ji Zimo is a super abnormal person. He didn't tell the master about using a madman as a host and letting the stone forest possess him.

Before going to bed, Ji Zimo felt a little headache. picked up the medicine bottle, finally put it down, pinched the bridge of his nose and walked to the bedroom, picked up the book that attracts souls and flipped through it casually.

Something was wrong today.

No matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't read it, and the words were moving between the lines, as if a pair of funny hands were controlling the font. Whew, the font turned into a face, a hideous and terrifying face with bloody eyes, which shocked Ji Zimo nervously threw away the book, and took a light breath to read the book again.

The good ones have no bloody eyes, no hands.

What's wrong with me? Ji Zimo leaned on the head of the bed. The headache is getting worse, no, you have to sleep.

I don't know since when, Ji Zimo doesn't like to sleep.

Whether it was after the accident in the stone forest or before, he didn't remember.

Ji Zimo was afraid of sleepwalking.

Because in special cases, he always sleepwalks uncontrollably, and he doesn't know where he goes. But when I woke up, my whole body was sore and my shoes were muddy.

In order to prevent himself from sleepwalking after falling asleep, Ji Zimo tied his hands and feet with a strong rope and curled it into sleep.

Ji Zimo seemed to be asleep, as if he heard a whisper in his ear. The voices were mixed, and I couldn't hear what language was spoken, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Then he felt his body flutter and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

Inexplicable guidance, uncontrollably walking towards an unknown place. I don't know how long he walked, but an antique building appeared in front of him.

Ji Zimo suspected that this was an antique building, with a wood-carved door and stone carved steps. There are two strange stone sculptures at the door, and the high lintel is firmly supported by two huge columns.

Under the corrugated eaves, two faded paper lanterns are hung.

The paper lanterns swayed in the wind, swaying and shaking, looking so weird and eerie.

The vermilion wooden door is inlaid with two animal head knockers, which are quietly attached to the wooden door, and it seems that it has not been used for a long time.

Ji Zimo was in a trance, suspecting that he had crossed over, in the real era, how could such an ancient building still exist? This is far older than the product left by my grandfather.

There are two eye-catching fonts on the lintel: Ji Jia.

Just when Ji Zimo was stunned and didn't know what to do, the knocker on the wooden door trembled, and there was a dull and piercing creak, and the door opened.

But there was no one to be seen where the door was opened.

Looking at the dark doorway, Ji Zimo was frightened and didn't dare to enter recklessly. In the dead silence, he instinctively looked around.

It was gray, lifeless, and lifeless. Just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw a middle-aged woman wearing a red cheongsam appear in front of him.

The big red roses on the cheongsam were as red as if they had been invaded with blood. This woman has an elegant temperament, but her face looks too pale against the bright red clothes, and her expression is indifferent. The silent gaze is worrisome, and I can't help but want to retreat but can't.

In real life, some people wear cheongsam, but this cheongsam is obviously not a modern product, more like a ...... He didn't dare to think deeper. In short, this cheongsam is like a tailor-made fit for this woman, and it is so appropriate to wear it on her, highlighting a kind of charm that ordinary people do not have.

At the same time, the woman looked at him with a sense of déjà vu that made his feet stay where they were, unable to move a bit.

Ji Zimo stood under the lantern, and the woman kept looking him up and down with scrutinizing eyes. A drop of something fell on his face, and he subconsciously reached out and touched it, a little sticky.

Ji Zimo spread out his hand, a touch of scarlet came into view, and he instinctively looked up. The lantern is like melting ice cream, melting, cracking. The skin of the fissure is rolled to reveal thin thick tendon lines.

Ji Zimo wanted to run, but he couldn't. He swallowed nervously, and watched as the lantern reduced to a bloody human skin. Facing him like that, he was extremely frightened, and in the creepy, he struggled vigorously, in slow motion, looking at the woman who had just appeared at the door.

The woman is gone, the building is gone, and the door is nowhere to be seen. What his eyes saw was a blood red, Ji Zimo shouted, gasping for breath, and finally broke free from Shu Bo, who was in a nightmare, opened his eyes, and saw the book that was fanned down against his face.

Ji Zimo pushed the book away, pinched it in his hand, and thought carefully. Thinking about the nightmare just now, thinking about the book before going to bed, it seems that the book is not covered on the face. He squirmed, sat up, clutched the book in his hand, and looked around the room.

The suspicion is that while he was sleeping, some "person" put a book on his face.

At this moment, my fingers felt wet, and when I looked down, the book was covered in blood. It seemed that there was endless blood in the book, trickling out of the pages, Ji Zimo was stunned, and instinctively let out an exclamation.

This time, Ji Zimo trembled and woke up sore. This time it wasn't because of the soreness caused by sleepwalking, but because of the pain caused by the curly and long-lasting posture of not being able to move.

The book is not in bed.

Ji Zimo struggled to sit up, but it was a little difficult because his legs and feet were tied. He untied the rope, remembered the dream just now, and spread out his five fingers to see, slender fingers, some people once said that he was the hand that played the piano. There was no blood on his hands, so he pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table at three o'clock

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