"The dark sky was low, and the bright stars followed. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing?"

The sound of this song filled the ruins above, and as soon as he heard it, Hiko was instantly stunned. Because this is a song that cannot appear in this world, if anyone can sing this song, it is only little Pamela who comes to listen to his stories every day.

He once sang this song to little Pamela, and she missed her father and kept it on her lips. So it was little Pamela's singing, and he couldn't get it wrong.

Little Pamela was on it, and Hiko, who thought of this, didn't have time to think about anything else, and he immediately sprang up and rushed towards the outside of the cellar.

And when he had just rushed out of the cellar and into the outside world. He immediately saw what he was looking for—little Pamela, whom he had been worried about. Her tiny figure was like a butterfly, running and jumping in a dilapidated room where even the floor was bare in broad daylight. carefree, but it makes people feel inexplicably distressed.

And when she saw little Pamela like this, Hiko instantly choked up and couldn't speak.

Although it was indeed little Pamela, it was the little Pamela that Yan didn't want to see the most. Because at this moment, she is not a living life at all, but just an ignorant and confused ghost. She sang and danced, oblivious to her blue, transparent body, to the desolate and horrible ruins around her. Everything was as if it were the same as when she was alive. However, it is clear that everything is completely different.

Silently wiping away the tears from his face, Yan Qiang endured the sadness in his heart and walked to the side of Little Pamela's ghost, and then asked in a gentle voice to Little Pamela, who seemed to be completely unaware.

"Pamela, you...... Are you okay?"

"Hey, is anyone there?"

Just as Hiko asked, little Pamela immediately stopped her steps. Instead of singing, she turned quickly and asked the position behind her. And looking at her innocent appearance that has not changed at all, the grief in Hiko's heart is even deeper.

He didn't pay attention to little Pamela's strange behavior, but crouched down, leaned over to her, and spoke to her in a softer tone.

"Little Pamela, it's me. Your friend Mr. Ghost, don't you remember me? This song, the song you just sang, I taught you!"

"Mr. Ghost, is that you?" Little Pamela, who had also become a ghost, seemed to not be able to see Hiko's in front of her, and she fumbled her little hand out and passed straight through Hiko's body. And she didn't know anything about it, so she just asked vigorously. "Where are you, Mr. Ghost. I can't see you, I can hear you, but I can't see you. Is this hide-and-seek? Pamela doesn't want to play hide-and-seek. ”

"No, no. It's not hide and seek!" Listening to Pamela's childish words, Hiko couldn't say that you were dead. He can only take all the blame on himself. "It's my reason, Pamela. I became transparent and could no longer be seen. That's why you can only hear my voice, but not see my existence. Although everything is the same as before, I am right in front of your eyes. ”

"That's what it looks like!" The little girl, who was almost 100% trusting of Hiko, immediately believed him as an excuse that no one would believe. Then she shook her little head and said to Hikoko as if she were complaining. "Mr. Ghost, where have you been for so long. I've been waiting for you since that day when I couldn't find you when I went to see you with flowers. Do you think the flowers I found are not good-looking, or are you angry that I haven't given you a drink of sugar water and tea after I learned to make it? Are you angry with me?"

"No, how could it be. Little Pamela is so obedient and so cute. How could I be mad at you. I just had something to do, and I went to a far away place. Listening to Pamela's simple words, Hiko could do nothing but reluctantly make a strong tone to comfort the anxious little girl. His futile palm passed through little Pamela's body again and again, a reality that made him both powerless and hopeless. The whole heart was burning like a fire.

And all this, little Pamela did not know. She was still cheering at the reunion with her friend Mr. Spectre, smiling at the fact that he wasn't angry with her.

"Great, Mr. Ghost, let's get on with the story. It's been days since I've heard you tell me a story. ”

"Okay, tell a story!" Hiko, who could only communicate with little Pamela through her voice, endured the choking in her voice to prevent her from hearing the fluctuations in her heart, and at the same time told her the story that she had prepared for a long time. His mind was so in such confusion that he couldn't even remember what he was saying. And as he spoke, he couldn't talk any more. There was only a dead silence between him and Pamela.

Faced with the ghost of little Pamela, Hiko has a thousand words to ask. He wondered what had happened to Pamela, what had caused this lovely, poor little girl to lose her life so early. But he couldn't ask, and the deep guilt and sadness made him really unwilling to hurt this innocent life again with the cruel reality.

Little Pamela didn't say anything, she quietly looked in the direction of the ghost who had been telling her stories, obediently waiting for him to make another sound.

It wasn't until a long time later that Hiko, who had recovered from his recovery, opened his mouth again, which seemed to be full of glue, and asked the little ghost girl dryly.

"Pamela, how are you doing these days?"

Faced with such an inquiry, Pamela shook her little head very directly.

"It's not good, Pamela is so lonely, so boring. Mr. Ghost stopped telling me stories, so I had to wait with my mom for my dad to come back. Dad is the bravest hero in the world, he's gone to fight the bad guys, and soon he will be back to pick me up and Mom. He said he was going to take me to Lordaeron to see it, and he promised me. So I just waited, waited. Later, Mom also left, and Aunt Maraine said that Mom had gone to the front line to visit Dad. I'm the only one left in the house, and I'm just playing with my dolls. That's right, Mr. Ghost. Can you get my doll back? I lost it, I miss it so much. ”

"Pamela, I'm ......" At this moment, Hiko really wanted to rush out and get her doll back. But he knew he couldn't do it anyway. He's just a passerby, a passerby who can never be a part of it. Everything here is false and real to him. The false is untouchable, and the real is heart-wrenching.

And at this time, little Pamela suddenly laughed, and she said understandingly.

"Ah, I remember. Mr. Ghost, you can't touch my doll. It's a shame, I thought you could help me get it back. I'm sorry, Mr. Ghost, I was wrong! I shouldn't have made such an unreasonable request. ”

Hearing this, Hiko's heart twitched even more. He just wanted to tell little Pamela out loud at this time, no! You can make hundred, thousand, ten thousand unreasonable demands, because that's what you have right now. Your life has just begun, and a well-behaved, cute and poor child like you should let the whole world accommodate you. You should sing loudly, you should play around, you should say all the little requests in your heart out loud.

But she didn't say that, because it had all turned into nonsense. Little Pamela, who has lost her life, who has no future, how can she do these things. Her life has been suspended here, and everything she has has been imprisoned in this small place. She could not rest in peace, she could only linger, she could only wait. Wait for a time that Hikiko can't know at all, and can't bear it.

This is truly a great irony and a great tragedy, in the face of this cruel reality. Hiko couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, and he covered his mouth and let himself weep as much as he could. At this time, he couldn't do anything but shed tears, and this kind of self also made him hate it to the extreme.

He really wanted to do something, to help little Pamela do something, but what could he do? He couldn't do anything.

Pain, sadness, and self-loathing made Hiko want to cut off his life like this. At this time, little Pamela, who heard his choked voice, turned her little ear sideways and asked with some confusion.

"Mr. Ghost, are you crying?"

"Don't cry, Mr. Ghost. Dad said that men are not allowed to shed tears. Because tears are the most untrustworthy and unreliable thing. Although the young can only be pitied, Pamela still put on a sensible appearance and explained it to Hiko. "When I fell down as a child, my dad told me not to cry, and he said that as long as I got up again and stepped on the place where I had just tripped, I had overcome it. And that's more useful than any tears. So, Mr. Ghost, don't cry, okay? Come on, try again, and you'll make it. ”

Little Pamela, who didn't know what Hiko was crying for, encouraged him and comforted him in her own way. And looking at the ghost girl like this, Hiko felt a cute angel smiling at him. Yes, I haven't done anything, how can I give up? Pamela, only Pamela, I must let her rest in peace!

Hiko, who had found motivation for the first time in this world of illusions, regained his motivation in his already tired body, wiped away his tears, stood up and asked the little girl in front of him.

"Pamela, can you tell me what your wish is right now?"

"My wish?" said this, and the little girl melancholy rubbed the floor with her toes. But for her friend, perhaps the only friend now, she couldn't help but tell him the answer.

"I miss my sister, I miss Aunt Marlene, I miss Uncle Carlin. Sometimes at night, I could hear my uncle Carlin crying, and that voice came from far to the east, and I really wished he wasn't crying for me. If you can, I mean, if you can, Mr. Spectre, can you help me find them, and tell Uncle Carlin that I'm doing well, please don't cry for me, okay? I miss him so much, his rabbit and jam story, that's funny. ”

"Wait for me, little Pamela. I'll do it for you, I swear!"

Hiko stood still, and made the heaviest vow to the little ghost, to his heart. Bet my soul, Pamela, and I'll do your wish.