Although they have only been together for less than a day, it can be seen from the behavior of Uncle Liang and Aunt Niu that Wei Xiaofeng is a kind-hearted and kind old couple. But it is such a couple who ruthlessly erase everything that may be the existence of their beloved daughter, and cold-bloodedly try to prove to the world the false reality that they have never had children, and they have been hiding it for more than ten years.

Wei Xiaofeng still couldn't believe that Liang Bo and his wife would be so ruthless. Children mean to parents that they are the crystallization of their love, their future and hope, and the love of parents for their children is also the greatest love in the world. Is there really a couple of parents who are so cold-blooded that they can act as if they never existed after their children died?

The only thing Wei Xiaofeng could think of was that maybe this little girl was not their own, and her death had nothing to do with the couple, so they tried their best to hide the fact that the little girl existed, in order to protect themselves from being implicated.

Thinking of this, a chill passed through the back of Xiao Feng's head.

If it is really as he thinks, then Liang Bo and Aunt Niu, a kind and enthusiastic couple on the surface, are actually cold-blooded and ruthless people, and may even be the culprit who killed the little girl.

Wrong!

Wei Xiaofeng immediately rejected the idea, because the little girl's happy and innocent smile appeared in front of her eyes again. If this little girl was really killed by Uncle Liang and Aunt Niu, then her soul should be full of resentment, and it would be impossible for her to show such a smile.

Wei Xiaofeng lay on the bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, thinking about this doubt all the time, but every time there is an assumption, there will be contradictions. Therefore, she thought that her head was about to explode and did not come up with a reasonable explanation.

Everything was her guess, except for the photo in her hand and the fleeting figure that she accidentally glimpsed at at night, Wei Xiaofeng didn't have any other information related to that little girl. If she wants to dig out the truth about the death of this little girl so many years ago, she will never be able to get a result by her own guesses.

Maybe someone should ask. She had an idea in her mind.

But who are you looking for? Uncle Liang and Aunt Niu were obviously the ones who knew the truth the most, but since they had been able to hide this matter for so long, it was unlikely that they would get anything about this little girl from them.

The other temporary tourists have only met Liang Bo and his wife in recent years, so they will definitely not know about more than ten years ago.

Wu Yun...... Wei Xiaofeng's sunny face popped up in his mind.

I remember him saying that his father and Liang Bo are old acquaintances, right? Then you should be able to learn something from him.

Wei Xiaofeng was slightly excited, and then took out his mobile phone to check the time.

"Wouldn't it be so late?" Wei Xiaofeng saw the words 11:23 displayed on the mobile phone screen, and exclaimed, "I actually thought about it for three or four hours unconsciously." ”

It's not too late, but after all, in the event of a power outage, the guests should all be asleep. She slapped her forehead and said regretfully, "Forget it, let's ask again tomorrow." ”

She took out a new candle and lit it, the original one almost burned out. She grabbed the candlestick and toiletries, intending to go to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed.

Walking out of the door, the originally dark corridor was illuminated by the light of candles, the crimson walls and scarlet carpet looked so strange in the dim candlelight, as if everything was stained red with blood, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

The original palatial mansion has a cold atmosphere peculiar to a deep house once it falls into the night, and at the end of the long corridor is darkness, as if a wild beast waiting for its prey to foolishly break in. The light of the candle seemed so insignificant and unstable in the darkness.

When the firelight flickered, the figures were longing, doubly strange and terrifying.

However, Wei Xiaofeng was not afraid, after so many strange events, she was no longer the timid little girl who had just entered college. The real ghosts have already seen it, do they still care about the terrifying atmosphere brought by the dark bluff?

In addition, Wei Xiaofeng didn't know if the little girl's soul was following her, but she was not afraid, because the little girl had an innocent smile, even if the little girl was just a soul, and that smile did not have a trace of evil thoughts.

The bathroom was next door, Wei Xiaofeng was holding the candlestick, and he didn't walk a few steps to arrive. Wei Xiaofeng put the candlestick and toiletries on the edge of the washstand, unscrewed the faucet and put water in the washbasin. She picked up a handful of water and threw it on her face, relaxing her nerves a little.

She looked up at herself in the mirror, her face looking a little tired in the faint candlelight. She dipped the towel in the water, wrung it out, and wiped her face.

After washing her face, she felt a little brighter around her dim surroundings. Putting down the towel, she stared at the candlelit mirror, which seemed to have a sense of déjà vu.

By the way, when I played "Bloody Mary" a few days ago, I was also facing the mirror under the candlelight, the only difference was that at that time, the mirror reflected six familiar faces in the same bedroom, this time only Wei Xiaofeng's slightly tired face.

Wei Xiaofeng suddenly realized why he had a sense of déjà vu when he first saw the little girl's smile in that photo, because on that night, the night when the six people in the bedroom played the irregular "Bloody Mary" together, the slightly blurred face that Wei Xiaofeng saw in the mirror was the face of this little girl!

Although the face that appeared at that time was not very clear, Wei Xiaofeng was very sure that it was the face of this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with an innocent smile that appeared in the mirror.

Wei Xiaofeng's heart was suddenly filled with surprise and fear.

That obviously happened before we decided to come to Dongmingshan and come to this big mansion to spend the night? Why did this little girl's face appear in the mirror of our 418 dormitory, dozens of kilometers away from Dongming Mountain? Why am I the only one who saw this little girl's face? Why does it happen that my room is the same room that this little girl used to live in? Why did I stumble upon a picture of her from more than a decade ago left in a desk drawer? Why was it that I was the only one who saw this little girl when I was playing games at night?

Wei Xiaofeng's hands couldn't help but clench the edge of the washbasin, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. It was as if a pair of big hands were pulling her fate in the dark, pulling her to the room of this big mansion located in the corner of Dongming Mountain. Everything may be a coincidence, or maybe it is not a coincidence, just like the fate between her and Zhong Xiaoye, I am afraid that there is also such a strange and incredible fate between her and this little girl, right?

Wei Xiaofeng's heart had already become strong, and he calmed down after a while. No matter what is behind the scenes, since I have chosen me, then I must find out everything and let the soul of this little girl with an innocent smile go where she belongs.

Wei Xiaofeng looked at his face in the mirror that was slowly firming up, and continued to cheer himself up in his heart.

At this moment, Wei Xiaofeng suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of the picture reflected in the mirror, which had changed unusually from just now. She focused her gaze on the right side of her body, on the edge of the bathtub that should have been empty, and there was an extra blue prostration.

Blue floral dress! Wei Xiaofeng deeply remembered that this was the style of clothes worn by the little girl, whether it was in the photo or in the room where he was temporarily staying a few hours ago, the little girl was wearing such a blue floral dress......

The figure lay quietly on the edge of the bathtub, her long black hair scattered over her body, covering her face, and it looked indescribably poignant......

But the specks of red were so dazzling in the faint candlelight, like blooming flowers on her clothes, on the floor, and on the white outer walls of the bathtub......

I don't know when the bathtub was filled with water, steaming hot and shining in the candlelight, but the surface of the water was stained red with blood, and it spread from the surrounding area of the figure......

Wei Xiaofeng gasped, quickly turned around, and looked at the bathtub in reality......

However......

There was nothing, no figure in a blue floral dress, no bright red blood, no blood-stained microwave rippling water, only a white and empty bathtub......

Wei Xiaofeng gasped, he couldn't believe his eyes. She immediately turned her head back to the mirror, but it was as if everything she had just seen had never appeared, and all that was left in the mirror was the empty bathroom and her own frightened face......

Gone?

Wei Xiaofeng rubbed his eyes desperately.

The unbelievable scene that appeared in the mirror suddenly disappeared the moment he turned around, could it be that what appeared in the mirror just now was just an illusion?

However, Wei Xiaofeng can be sure that the blue figure is undoubtedly the little girl, and the scene he just saw in the mirror should be the scene when she died.

The petite body lying next to the water-soaked bathtub, with blood stains scattered on and around his clothes, and the red water soaked in blood in the bathtub, the first reaction of such a scene is to commit suicide by slitting his wrists. Xiao Feng still seemed to vaguely remember that there was a flash of metal mixed with the blood dripping on the ground, which must have been a knife used to cut wrists. Apparently, the little girl died of blood loss caused by cutting her wrists.

Xiao Feng left the mirror, walked to the edge of the bathtub, and leaned down to take a closer look. The bloodstains had long since been wiped clean, and only the enamel surface, which was still as white as new, shone innocently white in the jumping candlelight.

Wei Xiaofeng knelt where the figure in the mirror was lying on his stomach just now, stroked the edge of the bathtub that had been sprinkled with innocent blood with his hand, closed his eyes, and the little girl's smile and the scene of her tragic death flashed alternately in his mind. Xiao Feng seems to be able to feel the panic, reluctance, relief, helplessness and other emotions in her heart when her life is gradually fading, but there is no anger and resentment.

Wei Xiaofeng opened his eyes and seemed to understand something.

Just as she got up to get out of here, she suddenly heard a slight movement at the door of the bathroom. She followed the sound and looked back, only to see Yu Xiaoyu standing at the door with a candlestick, looking at her with wide surprised eyes.