The door can't be opened, Su Qingmei is anxious, and he has to go to work later! Someone must have deliberately locked the door from the outside as a joke on themselves. It wasn't good to make a big joke, and she banged on the door in the house and shouted, "Who! Open the door. There was silence outside the door, and no one seemed to be heard except his own shouting.

Someone who waits for a joke might open the door. Su Qingmei wants to continue tossing like this, but it is not good, if she quiets down and ignores the joker, she just feels that it is boring and has no intention of playing.

Su Qingmei guessed that the person who joked with her must be a colleague from the same department, Xiaodou likes to joke, and there is no one who laughs all day long. Always think of something new and exciting and fun to joke with.

Bean is a new intern and her assistant. The little girl is forgetful, she shouldn't have locked the door and forgotten it!

Su Qingmei sat on a wire bed used for lunch break, thinking depressedly, sitting for a while and yawning, I really want to sleep! She lay on her side, staring at the door without blinking.

Five fingers appeared in the crack of the staring door, and the fingers pulled the door frame back, squeezing it open little by little. Su Qingmei felt dazzled, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked fixedly, the hands had already squeezed the door open.

Whew, a short, humanoid thing suddenly appeared through the crack in the door.

Nima, the real-life version of Sadako! Su Qingmei doesn't like to watch horror movies very much on weekdays, but I heard from a colleague that there is a horror movie called Sadako. The story seems to be about a girl named Sadako, because she has a unique ability to sense, and a strong telekinesis that can control some inexplicable things, so she is regarded as a monster by people, and her father can't tolerate it and finally throws herself into a dry well.

After being thrown into the dry well, she didn't seem to be dead, and her tenacious willpower to survive made her struggle in the dry well for several years before dying in pain. However, although she is dead, the resentment lurking in her body is revenge for killing the humans involved.

Su Qingmei scolded himself for being cranky. stopped looking at the door, and secretly said that everything couldn't be true, and recently with Zimo, he was nervous, and he was about to become a nervous breakdown.

Su Qingmei took a deep breath, thinking that as long as he rested quietly, he would wake up with nothing. It's all hallucinations, and sometimes I think too much. She deliberately closed her eyes, did not look at the door, did not look at all the static objects in the house.

A small fan in the room rotated slightly, and the wind blew through the body to bring a chill. After the coolness, the residual heat swept in. Then the angle of the fan's rotation was pointed at her again, and the coolness of the omen hit.

Over and over again, she got used to the feeling.

But just when she deliberately closed her eyes and didn't look at the door, this feeling suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a cold chill. How could there be such a cold feeling of staying in the ice warehouse in summer, Su Qingmei suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of her stood a standing "person", she was short, faceless, and black. Su Qingmei didn't believe what his eyes saw, and hurriedly blinked his eyes again. In the blink of her eyes for a brief second, the short "man" raised his hand, which was the hand that squeezed open the door on the door frame.

Su Qingmei's eyes widened, forgetting to shout, and his whole body was as piercing cold as falling into an ice cave. She felt that her brain was not listening, and it was blank. That hand, so close that it was about to catch her......

At the same time, Ji Zimo was also busy. When he arrived at Wash Street, it was as if he had arrived in another dimension, and everything around him became hazy and unclear. The things around you, the people around you, seem to be close at hand, and they seem to be out of reach.

He ran to the foot of the tree, dug hard with the tools he had brought, and said, "Let me find you, I want to help you, you can't continue to hurt people." Finally, his hand touched something, and his heart tightened, and he hurriedly and carefully peeled off the dirt covering this thing, and took a closer look. Is it a doll?

The doll is Su Qingmei's, and it has her breath on it. It was also Ji Zimo who asked her to give it to the foundling, and Ji Zimo gently picked up the doll and wanted to pat off the dirt on it.

Suddenly, a black, withered paw reached out from under the dirt and grabbed the doll.

Because of Guan Li, Ji Zimo lifted the doll and brought it out with the owner of that hand.

A festering corpse that had been severely deformed was presented in front of Ji Zimo. His heart was heavy, like a boulder. He stared solemnly at the muscularized face, the tiny centipede with a dark brown sheen that showed signs of decay, crawling in and out of the empty eye sockets.

Especially the hand is pitifully small, and it may be accidentally crushed at any time. Ji Zimo did not hesitate, he was not disgusted by the decay and festering of this wreckage, he held the wreckage in his arms like a treasure.

The doll was also held along with the wreckage.

In an instant, all the hazy scenes around him became clear and bright. Someone noticed him, and saw a small skeleton in his arms, and people were astonished, and rushed to tell each other, surprised at his behavior, and stunned that there was a shocking secret hidden under these seemingly ordinary street trees.

Almost at the same moment, at Su Qingmei's place, that hand disappeared without a trace like a wisp of smoke in midair.

Su Qingmei's confused consciousness suddenly woke up, and she had no sleepiness. Getting up from the wire bed, remembering the scene just now, she walked to the door suspiciously, reached out to hold the doorknob and pulled it gently, and with a click, the door opened.

Su Qingmei smiled, was he dreaming just now?

Speaking of Ji Zimo's side, something happened too. Someone called the police, alarming Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang came with his two right-hand men, and he followed Ji Zimo's instructions and went to the temple to ask for a piece of red silk cloth. He wrapped the baby's remains in red silk cloth and went to the funeral home with Ji Zimo.

The funeral home has a dedicated space for the deceased. Unlike the Westerners, who have foreign churches, all the rituals held in accordance with Eastern customs, and there is a monk specially invited by Ji Zimo.

This enlightened monk is very familiar with Ji Zimo and understands his situation, and the monk's legal name: Master Huiji.

Master Huiji was introduced to Ji Zimo by Kang Zhentian, and Kang Zhentian's friendship with this Master Huiji was not ordinarily deep.

The master said to Ji Zimo that if he encountered something difficult, if he was not there, he would go to Master Huiji.

Master Huiji was also clear about the situation of this wreckage, and praised Ji Zimo's righteous deeds, giving him a thumbs up and saying: "Amitabha, good and good, this matter is done, and the donor is a merit." ”

After the transcendence of Master Huiji, the outcast gave up all evil thoughts, and finally went to the place where he should go and waited for the time of reincarnation.

The incident that Su Qingmei encountered in the lounge, she herself couldn't tell what was going on. In the end, I thought it was a nightmare after taking a nap.

The outcast's business is done.

Ji Zimo tried his best to retain Master Huiji, wanting to find out the whereabouts and recent situation of the master from him.

Since Master Huiji is a high-ranking monk, he naturally understands Ji Zimo's thoughts. Before he could speak, he smiled and folded his hands and said, "Don't be arrogant and rash, and go with the flow." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Yang on the side saw that Ji Zimo also folded his hands, and hurriedly folded his hands, but he didn't understand the master's words, so he asked him quietly.

Ji Zimo was silent, and after Master Huiji left, he looked at Zhang Yang positively and seriously, and said with a smile: "It means that you will be a monk." ”

Zhang Yang moved his eyes, thought about Ji Zimo's words for a while, and then looked at his evil smile, and couldn't help but say angrily: "You have a heart!" Brother has not yet carried forward the Zhang family, and has not yet spread its branches, if you want to go, you will go, your evil obstacles are ......"

said that Ji Zimo's evil obstacle was said by Master Huiji, and it was Ji Zimo who told him. This will, when he uses these words to talk about things, it is obvious that he has touched someone's scales.

The smile on Ji Zimo's face froze, a look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and he didn't continue to tease Zhang Yang, but turned around sharply and walked towards his No. 5 dressing room.

Zhang Yang stared at Ji Zimo's back in a daze, slapped his mouth in annoyance and said, "What a special mouth, if you don't say this, you will die!" He knows his temperament, and if a person is used to being quiet, it means that he has something on his mind.

It's not good to disturb him, Zhang Yang had to leave the funeral home silently.

Ji Zimo stayed in the No. 5 dressing room. Feel the subtle formalin breath from the space, and feel the coldness. This is not the cold caused by the air conditioner, but the inexplicable chill from the bottom of the heart.

Expecting Zhang Yang to leave, Ji Zimo had no intention of coming out, but sat alone on the morgue where the deceased was lying in the past, and then made a strange move, he lay down on the morgue.

Ji Zimo lay on the morgue bed so quietly, with his hands flat on his abdomen, just like the corpse he was putting on makeup, lying motionless in a regular manner.

In the dead silence, he could clearly hear the sigh of touching the door of the deceased remaining in the space. There were also crying like complaints, laughing and whispering, and all kinds of different voices from another dimension, bringing him into a cold world without light, only darkness.

Ji Zimo stayed in the dressing room alone.

An assistant came to him, knocked on the door, there was no movement inside, he couldn't push it open, and he called to turn off the phone.

The assistant left, and there was silence outside the door again.

Ji Zimo, who was lying on the morgue, was feeling the alternation of life and death, feeling the deceased's attachment to life, and a ball of blood red inexplicably appeared in his mind. Blood flowed like water on the wall, a knife, a sharp and terrible scream.

And then there's the dirt.

The soil is the place of health for crops, and it is also the source of all evil, Ji Zimo felt the cry from the outside world in his consciousness. The shouting is so familiar, cordial, and the shouting is full of resentment and unwillingness.

Ji Zimo suddenly opened his eyes, sighed lightly, and felt that the temperature on his body was almost close to that of a corpse, and he couldn't help but struggle out of bed with a wry smile. Just as he struggled to sit up, there was a grim smile, and a pair of cold hands held him tightly, and the strength of these hands was so great that he could barely move.

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