Zhou Hua came out of Qian Mo's office with a dazed expression and went down the stairs. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Zhou Hua stabilized his mood for a moment, glanced around, and found that the beds used in the student dormitory piled up in the corridor on the ground floor seemed to be not quite the same as the one he saw when he went upstairs, to be precise, the position had moved a little.

Zhou Hua didn't dare to take a serious look, because there was a feeling that told him that in the dark, there seemed to be eyes staring at him.

Zhou Hua suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, looked upstairs, and Professor Qian still hadn't gone downstairs. He thought of the legend among the students that the small building was a mass grave before the new campus was developed.

Zhou Hua was so frightened that he hurriedly rushed out of the small building and ran towards his dormitory. Just after he left, in the darkness behind the bedframes, two figures, one black and one white, flashed and quietly walked upstairs.

Zhou Hua, who was lying on the bed and covered in the quilt, recalled that he asked Associate Professor Qian Mo to hypnotize him tonight.

The scene of the man in black forcing the woman in the white nightdress has always lingered in his mind. Zhou Hua felt that the man was so familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, because he couldn't see the scene clearly in the hypnotic dream, everything was so hazy.

But what Zhou Hua is sure of is that the young woman in the white nightdress must be the goddess Zhang Han in his heart. The scene he saw in his dream should be the scene before Zhang Han fell from the building.

But who is that man? Why is he so familiar with Zhang Han? Did Zhang Han jump down the stairs by himself or did he push it down? These questions made Zhou Hua have a splitting headache, and for a while, he couldn't stand the depression anymore, lifted the quilt, sat up, and yelled.

Zhou Hua, whose head was hot, pushed open the window. Just when he pushed open the window, suddenly, that night, he hid in the woods and used night vision binoculars to see the picture of Xu Yan jumping to her death in room 507 of the girl's seventh house.

Zhou Hua shuddered for a moment, and an inspiration flashed through his mind. He suddenly thought that it seemed that at that moment, Xu Yan did not jump off by herself, but let the 'female ghost in white' push off the windowsill.

"No, no", Zhou Hua shouted in his heart: "That female ghost in white doesn't look like Zhang Han, Zhang Han is taller than her." ”

Zhou Hua suddenly felt stunned: "Could it be her?" ”

Zhou Hua shook his head: "No, it won't be her." If so, why would she do it? But how much does that shadow look like her, and why is it all this? ”

Zhou Hua was extremely frightened, and a large amount of information appeared in his mind, and suddenly, the figure of the man in black froze in Zhou Hua's mind. Zhou Hua was shocked and angry: "Could it be him?" ”

Zhou Hua didn't dare to imagine it anymore, his mind was chaotic, but his feeling was extremely clear, this was really a strange feeling that was both complex and contradictory.

Zhang Han's face finally occupied Zhou Hua's entire mind. Zhou Hua swore that he must find out the truth and let the person who forced Zhang Han fall to his death without a place to be buried, even if he didn't push Zhang Han down, he would never let it go.

Zhou Hua calmed down, smoked a cigarette, thought twice, and dialed Professor Qian's phone.

Professor Qian's slightly hairy laugh came from the other end of the phone: "It's Zhou Hua, right?" I expected you to look for me. Because, you want to find out the cause of the death of your sweetheart Zhang Han. So, tomorrow night is Saturday, or the same time, and you come to my office to find me. ”

Zhou Hua was lying on the bed, no longer afraid, he was thinking about revenge for Zhang Han.

In the small hotel, Li Bing and Zhang Yuanshan also gathered together to discuss what happened today.

After they went to the town police station to report the case, the policemen on duty did not dare to slack off, and immediately took two assistant policemen accompanied by several people to Lao Wangtou's house.

The strange thing is that the sky is almost dark, but there is no electric light on in the old king's house, only a faint light from the crack in the door.

Under the command of the police, the two assistant policemen had the courage to push open the hidden door of the old Wangtou's house.

After opening the door, everyone gasped, and the light in the room was like a bean, illuminating the interior with a gray feeling.

The corpse of the old king's head was still parked on the door panel that was resting, and the white cloth covering the corpse was very decent.

The policeman shouted: "Wang Shouyi! Wang Shouyi! Where are you? I'm Wang Ming, the film policeman here, come out for me. ”

No one answered, only the terrible whine of the cold wind blowing in the mountains at night, which made everyone's scalp tingle.

Police officer Wang Ming frowned and said, "That's it, since Wang Shouyi is not at home, and your report is just speculation." The body of the old king's head is now resting here, and there is nothing unusual in the house. Let's go first, wait until tomorrow to see the situation, and if there is anything suspicious, report it to the county criminal police team. ”

Another assistant policeman turned his back to the corpse of the old king, and he asked Zhang Yuanshan: "Did you say that there is a wound on the eye on the corpse of the old king?" ”

Zhang Yuanshan answered honestly "yes", and the assistant policeman said: "Since you are a Taoist priest, you must not be afraid of dead corpses, please lift the corpse cloth, let's take a look." ”

The assistant policeman turned his head to policeman Wang Ming and said, "Lao Wang, if there are really any obvious wounds on the corpse, let's report it to the county criminal police team now!" Otherwise, maybe the above will criticize us, and even affect the future of your old man. Do you like it? ”

Wang Ming paused, and after thinking about it, it was really like this, and said casually, "Okay".

Just when the assistant policeman was about to ask Zhang Yuanshan to lift the corpse cloth, the people in the room were all screaming in fright and hid back.

The assistant policeman also startled them and shouted, "What are you doing? I don't know if people are scared to death? ”

Police officer Wang Ming pointed at him and shouted, "You... Behind you...".

The assistant policeman didn't react for a while, and habitually turned around to look, but he felt that something seemed to be blocked in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

He flickered, his head slightly back, waving his hand to push away what was in his sight.

When the assistant policeman saw what was in front of him, his mouth opened wide for a while, and he could no longer utter a word. Because, the corpse of the old king, who was lying on the door panel, actually sat up and almost faced the assistant policeman who was not tall.

The corpse of the old king was bared with teeth, the expression on his face was distorted, his eyes were wide open, and he was looking face to face with the assistant policeman, and his right eye was oozing white and sticky blood that looked like it was mixed with something.

The assistant policeman's hand was stuck on the cold neck of the old king's corpse.

The assistant police officer suddenly screamed and fell to the ground on his back. Zhang Yuanshan rushed forward at this time and slapped the old king's corpse on the back, and the old king's corpse actually lay straight down again. Except for the white corpse cloth that fell from the upper part of the corpse, as if nothing had happened, the ever-bright lamp above his head made the cold wind blow when the old king's corpse lay down.

Zhao Wan'er hugged Li Bing in fright and buried her head in Li Bing's chest. Although Li Bing was also extremely frightened, because he felt that Zhao Wan'er was trembling because of fear, a wave of courage arose spontaneously, and he hugged Zhao Wan'er tightly.

Shi Liya also screamed, instinctively leaned on Li Bing's arm, and tightly pressed her hands around Li Bing's waist. Zhang Yuanshan shouted calmly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, everyone, it's okay now." ”

Shi Liya was shocked to realize that she was also holding Li Bing's waist, and when she saw Zhao Wan'er upstairs in Li Bing's arms, a complicated expression appeared on her face, but she quickly let go of Li Bing's hands.

Zhao Wan'er also timidly secretly opened her eyes from Li Bing's chest, and sure enough, she saw that the old king's body had been restored to its original state, and Zhang Yuanshan had also covered the old king's body with a corpse cloth again, so she felt a little relieved.

The policeman Wang Ming was so shocked that his legs were weak, and he stammered: "Really....really there is a ghost, did you cheat the corpse just now?" ”

Zhang Yuanshan smiled and didn't answer, just carefully circled the old king's corpse, and said with a sigh of relief after reading it: "It's okay, everyone really don't be afraid." It's not a haunting, corpse sitting up, you may not have heard of it, but I've seen it many times. Don't be afraid, it's not a haunting. ”

Just when everyone's emotions had just calmed down, there was a soft "squeak" sound in the backyard of Lao Wangtou's house, and everyone couldn't help but be so frightened that their hearts rose to their throats.

A white light suddenly swept through the crack in the broken door in the backyard. There was a creaking sound from the back door, and a cold north wind blew towards everyone, and everyone shivered.

A very heavy footstep approached the crowd from the back of the house. The dim ever-bright lamp, also in the cold wind that blew in just now, fluttered and seemed to be inextinguishable, shaking the room into ghosts.