It was already more than seven o'clock in the evening when he came out of Liu Yan's house, and he finally waited until the child's father came back before he left with confidence.

Liu Yan's mood has always been unstable, and he always said that there were ghosts in the house, and the female ghost in the KTV bag followed him back, and he was always asked to accompany him. But Zhao Yan didn't see anything except being physically and mentally exhausted by the strange atmosphere in the child's room. In the end, he asked Liu Yan's father to take a period of sick leave and rest first, perhaps because it was too stressful to go to high school. Zhao Yan didn't believe this answer himself, but in order to comfort his helpless father, he didn't have a good reason.

Looking at the sky outside, the heat is still the same, the sky is only a little dark, just after July 15, there are still a lot of people burning paper, the smell of paper ash everywhere makes people a little sick.

One is unconscious, one is fractured in the hospital, the other is delirious, what is going on with all this, as if the boulder pressing on his heart makes him want to scream. He suddenly had an idea, he wanted to go to the KTV where Liu Yan had an accident to take a look, to see if he could find some clues from it, he didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, but this series of things made him feel difficult to explain, completely disrupting his "three views".

Every time something happens, there will be an inexplicable voice, what kind of "class rules" are the "class rules", "damn" Zhao Yan scolded and kicked the stone under his feet hard.

In the summer of August, there should be a lot of people on the road at this time, but today it is so quiet for some reason, there is not even a ghost, he walks slowly on the side of the road with his head down.

Suddenly a child's voice stopped him: "Brother, I'm lost, I can't find a home"

Zhao Yan lowered his head and didn't know where a five or six-year-old boy appeared from there was pulling the corner of his clothes and whispering, the child was wearing black clothes, big eyes, other black, straight and straight little nose, red lips like a porcelain doll, making people feel cute at first sight, but his face was slightly pale, without a little blood, a thin body, and a big red apple in one hand. was looking up at Zhao Yan there.

Zhao Yan squatted down, "Little brother, where is your home, where are your father and mother?" ”

"My house is not far in front, I went out to play alone, but it was too late, I will definitely be scolded by my mother if I don't go back, brother, can you send me home?" The child asked, holding the big red apple in both hands.

"Okay, brother will send you back first, and then go to run errands." As he spoke, he stood up and went to pull one of the child's little hands, oh my God, that little hand was so cold, like frozen meat in the refrigerator.

Zhao Yan took off the sportswear outside and put it on the child's body, and walked forward with him: "What's your name?" ”

"Me, my name is Xiaobao?" The child said as he walked.

"Why did you run out so little alone, how dangerous. What about your father and mother? ”

"They said that someone sent money today and went out, only Xiaobao was at home alone, but it was so cold at home, Xiaobao didn't like the igloo, so he went out to play alone."

"Hey, today's parents, I don't know what to think about how dangerous it is to put such a young child at home for money" shook his head and continued to walk forward.

The sky gradually got dark, Xiaobao took him more and more remotely, and he was about to reach the side of the mountain, Zhao Yan somehow always felt that someone was following him, but he didn't see anyone after turning around a few times.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Xiaobao sniffed the apple as he walked.

"No, it's nothing, Xiaobao, how far is your house" Zhao Yan's voice trembled a little. He still felt that someone was following him little by little.

"It's not far away, it's coming, why do you always look back, brother."

"My brother feels that someone is following us, but it's too dark behind for my brother to see clearly." Zhao Yan's scalp was a little numb.

"It's okay brother, they're in a hurry, we've got in their way, let's get to the side." After speaking, he pulled Zhao Yan against the side of the road.

Zhao Yan felt that something around him was really as light as if something had passed, with a gust of gloomy wind, and a hoarse voice faintly came from his ears, "Thank you".

Zhao Yan was frightened, and pulled Xiaobao to speed up his pace, at this time, a small house appeared not far in front, looking from a distance, it was lonely under the corner of the mountain, Xiaobao raised his head and said: "Brother, I'm home, thank you for sending me back, I'll take you in and sit down." ”

"No, Xiaobao, you better go home quickly, my brother is going back to do things, and my brother is playing with you when I have time." Zhao Yan lowered his head and looked at this child, always feeling that something was not quite right there.

Suddenly, he saw that the apple that the child had been dragging with his hands along the way was so bright red, as if it had just been picked from the tree and ripe, Zhao Yan couldn't help but ask, "Xiaobao, why don't you take that apple and don't eat it?"

"Brother, Xiaobao will only receive an apple on July 15 a year, and I am reluctant to eat it, I want to keep it, every year for a year, and I will eat this when I receive that apple next year." Xiaobao said with a smile.

Zhao Yan's back was cold when he heard this, "Xiaobao children can't be panicked, how can apples be left for a year, they will be broken." ”

"Brother, Xiaobao never said panic, it won't be bad, it really won't" looked like that, and was about to cry.

Zhao Yan felt a sudden ghostly aura around him, and the back of his neck rushed out, "Then how many times have you received it." Zhao Yan didn't know why he asked this sentence.

"Well, Xiaobao think about it, brother, I remember, I took a total of 13, and my mother said that when Xiaobao can go out during the day next year, she will take me to meet the person who gave me the apple." He laughed.

God, he looks like he is only five or six years old, if he says so, then is he a ghost, Zhao Yan didn't feel it, he looked at how the apple looked like the "offering tip" on the table of the dead, and he didn't know why the wind was blowing around.

"Brother, Xiaobao is going back, mom is angry, this is Xiaobao's father's phone, you just said that you want to take me to play, don't cheat." After speaking, he gave Zhao Yan a note and ran to the house.

Zhao Yan was stunned to watch the child run into the house, then he saw a man wearing a white robe appeared in front of the door, a thin body, a coat blown by the wind, through the big lantern in front of the door, Zhao Yan saw that his face was half green, half black, his eyes were dull, his face was expressionless, he was slowly waving his right hand like a zombie, and there was no shadow behind him.

Zhao Yan didn't feel like thinking about it, and looked at the paper in his hand, which said "Xiaobao's father 'Zhang Fukang'" should be the zombie-like man waving in front of him, Zhao Yan felt wrong, and turned the paper over, oh my God, it was a small rectangular piece of paper, obviously the paper used to burn the gold ingots in the tomb of Qingming Dynasty, Zhao Yan was frightened and threw the paper to the ground.

At this time, when he raised his head, a childish voice came, "Brother, play with me." ”