Xue Nianci laughed: "Medium, medium, I hit a Santa Claus!"

Ximen Jing said angrily: "Little girl, see how I clean you up!" Another snowball was gathered, and it smashed at Xue Nianci with a bit of aura.

This time, the little girl was smashed, and chased after her with her teeth and claws, wanting revenge. I'm a snowball, you're a breath of air, a person and a ghost are fighting in the square of this world.

Passers-by in the distance could only see a young man in a black leather trench coat, as if he was crazy, talking to himself, throwing snowballs into the air, amusing himself. But I couldn't see that a long-haired girl was floating in the air like an elf, and the resentment in her eyes became lighter and lighter with the fight.

At this time, it was getting late and late, the snow was falling, the road was difficult to walk, and the vehicles could not drive and stopped on the side of the road, and the traffic was almost cut off. The children who had snowball fights in the square had dispersed at some point, leaving only Ximen Jing alone.

He threw away the snowball in his hand and said, "Okay girl, I admit defeat, it's not too early, I'll take you home!"

saw that Xue Nianci's spirit body was getting thinner and thinner, as if it was about to disperse.

"Big brother, I, I'm ......"

Ximen Jing was shocked in his heart, and secretly thought, could it be that her time has come? Normal dead souls cannot exist in the world for too long, which has long been recorded in the records of the spiritual priests. Ximen Jing didn't expect that this time would be so short, and the promise to send her home could not be fulfilled.

A young girl in the flower season died tragically like this, dissipated in the world like this, and she didn't even taste the ups and downs, joy and happiness of the world.

Ximen Jing couldn't help but feel sad, and stretched out his hand to grab her arm, but he grabbed a void. Xue Nianci was like a piece of crystal snowflake that fell in the palm of his hand, turning into steam and dissipating. As for the snow falling between heaven and earth, there was no trace of her again.

Ximen Jing stood in place, stretched out his arms, and let the cold wind carry the snowflakes on his face, turning into snow and soaking his cheeks and the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, he walked silently towards home, and the series of footprints on the square were gradually covered by the snow, as if nothing had ever happened here.

On the side of the square, the holly tree in the flower bed shook, and a young man covered with snowflakes came out of it, staring viciously at Ximen Jing's distant back.

The young man was Wang Xiaogang whom Ximen Jing saw during the day. He has been following Ximen Jing sneakily for a long time, and he doesn't know what he wants. When Ximen Jing was in the police station and restaurant, he had been waiting patiently from a distance, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, waiting for an opportunity to move at any time. Ximen Jing didn't notice being stared at at all.

Wang Xiaogang followed from afar, he seemed to say to himself: "Melon seeds, I like his knife so much, it's really strong, but he's too weak, melon seeds, did you say that the peanuts were hidden by him, let's go find peanuts together, okay?"

Wang Xiaogang is also alone, and no one knows who he is talking to.

After walking nearly ten kilometers in the snow and returning home, Rao is Ximen Jing's body has strengthened a lot after becoming a spiritual priest, and he is also a little unbearable. So I took a hot bath, ran a few times to warm the six senses and meridians, and then lay down and fell asleep.

At this time, Wang Xiaogang followed him to the downstairs of Ximen Jing, looked at the only window upstairs with the light on, and said to himself: "There is no smell of peanuts here, do you want to go up and have a look?"

In Wang Xiaogang's figure, there was a sudden fluctuation, and if you look closely, it seems that his shadow is distorting and deformed. Gradually, the body of a seven or eight-year-old girl was revealed in the shadow, this was also a ghost boy, her skin was burnt black, and she looked at Wang Xiaogang with two big empty eyes, and her mouth opened and closed as if she was saying something.

"You say he's dangerous, haha, coward, but it's a little boring for us to go up like this, I still like it to be more exciting, wait for the next full moon night, let's refine him into a ghost boy together, and be your companion, how about it?"

In his sleep, Ximenjing seemed to have returned to the corridor of the police station. Seeing the countless dead souls, they screamed and screamed, stretching out their arms and grabbing at the long-haired girl hiding in the corner.

Xue Nianci was full of tears and cried: "Big brother, take me home, take me home!"

Ximen Jing was so frightened that he was covered in sweat, and suddenly sat up on the bed, finding that it was a nightmare. Remembering the dream just now, and everything you saw today. Ximen Jing thought that those dead souls had not dissipated in the building for many years, which showed that they all had an obsession that they couldn't let go, that is to say, those were resentful souls or unjust souls. Besides, there must be something wrong with the inside of that building.

Then Xue Nianci will not dissipate so easily, she must have returned to the place where the body was, in that corridor!

Ximen Jing secretly thought, I must get her back, and I must not let her stay like those dead souls and wait for them to dissipate! But how can I save her? Do I want to bring the body back? After pondering for a long time, I couldn't think of a suitable way, so I decided to contact Wang Shan tomorrow and ask about the rules for claiming the body.

In the morning, after Ximen Jing washed up, he was about to contact Wang Shan, took his mobile phone and looked at it, and there were many messages on the chat software. There are absolutely cruel ones, and there are Wang Shan's.

Absolutely cruel said: I'm very sorry, I haven't found out the whereabouts of the girl yet, and I'm sure she hasn't been sent to the hospital.

Ximen Jingxin said, I went directly to the mortuary, and I definitely didn't go to the hospital. So he simply replied a few words to express his gratitude, and then read Wang Shan's message. Wang Shan's message was sent last night, mainly to ask if Ximen Jing had arrived home safely.

Ximen Jing called her, chatted for a few words, and then changed the topic and asked, "Shanshan, how do you usually dispose of corpses there?"

"Ximen Jing, are you evil? Why are you asking this early in the morning, are you sick?"

Ximen Jing grinded hard and soaked, and Wang Shan said reluctantly: "If there is a master, let the owner claim it, if there is no owner, we will be cremated, or sent to medical school!"

"Then, what about Xue Nianci's corpse?"

Wang Shan on the other end of the phone was a little crazy: "Are you still finished?"

"It's over, it's over, you tell me it's over!"

"Hey, she belongs to the evidence now, and she can't be dealt with until after the verdict is pronounced, she only has her mother at home, and no other relatives, it must belong to no one to claim it, and the final result should be cremated!"

Ximen Jing, speechless and endless, asked, "What if I want to claim it?"

Wang Shan on the other end of the phone almost cried, and said: "Ximenjing, can't you go to the hospital to see the psychiatric department, isn't this sick, why do you claim her well, you don't have that special fetish, right?"

Being regarded as a necrophilia, Ximen Jing had a headache for a while, and said solemnly: "Shanshan, I'm serious, please tell me, according to the rules, can I claim it." ”