Peng Siqing took the subway home as usual. After exiting the station, walk straight along the sidewalk, turn right, and you will be able to enter the small street of the residential area from the main road in five minutes.

She is too familiar with this road, she walks this road every day, holds her mobile phone like this every day, and does not forget to continue to scroll Weibo when she walks.

When she saw the content of the sand sculpture, she pursed her lips and smiled, restrained herself from laughing out loud When she saw her idol posting a new selfie, she looked like a nymphomaniac, and quickly saved pictures, liked, forwarded, and commented on social news, she would look at the comments and like them.

She also followed some well-known and non-well-known bloggers, watching them post some long cartoons, funny GIFs, emotional stories, netizen contributions, unpopular trivia, and emojis......

What Peng Siqing is looking at now is an emoji nine-square grid. She collected them one by one and stored them in her own emojis, only feeling that she had gained a lot.

Just as she was about to close the last picture, Peng Siqing felt that she had heard something strange.

She turned her head to look at her feet, and her feet quickly moved.

Moving away, she saw a white circle on the sidewalk.

The circles are irregular, as if drawn by hand, and there is a deliberately open gap.

Such graphics are not unfamiliar to most people.

Peng Siqing's feet unconsciously rubbed the ground, as if they wanted to rub off something stuck to the soles of their shoes.

She continued to walk forward, and her mood was not affected, and she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile when she saw the latest sand sculpture jokes.

Peng Siqing raised her eyelids at the intersection, originally to make sure not to bump into the person who came out of the corner, but at this glance she saw the corner of the intersection diagonally opposite.

There's an old lady burning paper money under a street lamp there. The fire was not high, and the smell of smoke wafted in and loomed.

Peng Siqing's footsteps stopped.

She also deliberately thought about it for a while, and confirmed that today is not Qingming and Zhongyuan, and it should not be a day when people often burn paper money.

Peng Siqing's heartbeat was a little disturbed, and the discomfort in her heart soon spread to other parts of her body.

She hurriedly turned and walked briskly along the sidewalk.

This uncomfortable feeling was somewhat familiar to her.

She also had a sense of familiarity with a thorn in her back.

Biting her lip, Peng Siqing turned her head and looked at the place where the old lady was squatting before.

There were no people, no fire, and the smell of smoke was unreal, as if it had never been there.

Peng Siqing broke out in a cold sweat.

She realized that she hadn't met a single person along the way today.

At this point in time, the residential area here really shouldn't be so deserted.

And the one she met just now......

Peng Siqing shuddered, and vague memories flooded through her mind.

She had seen ghosts with her own eyes when she was a child!

That was when she was in the second grade. net

She lives in a very ordinary community, and the residential buildings are not high, and the distance between the buildings is not large. One day during the summer vacation that year, she was alone at home while her parents went to work. She was watching TV when she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look at the balcony. She walked all the way to the balcony window and stared at the residential building opposite. Sure enough, she found something unusual.

It was an old lady.

The old lady she didn't know was sitting on the balcony of the house on the third floor opposite, as if basking in the sun. In the room behind the old lady, some people were crying, some people were burning, and smoke was wafting out.

She just watched like that for a long time. When the people in the house went out together, the sound of cars starting and people talking could be heard downstairs. After a short noisy conversation, someone burst into tears.

The cry of grief startled her. She brought a stool, and after climbing up, she could see the funeral procession downstairs.

She didn't know what a funeral was at that time, she was strange and curious about what was happening downstairs, and she was a little afraid.

She looked across the balcony and saw that the old lady had stood up and stood at the window, looking out.

The old lady seemed to notice her gaze, looked at her, and smiled at her.

When the funeral procession left, she looked up again and saw that the old lady was gone.

That night, the family burned a lot of things in the open space of the community, and the smell of smoke wafted into her house. The family of three went out for a walk after dinner and saw the hill-high pile of ashes.

Peng Siqing still doesn't know if the person who died in that family was the old lady.

She may not have seen a ghost, but she had seen an ordinary old lady.

Perhaps, she just saw a ghost, a ghost who still lingers in the world.

Thinking of this, Peng Siqing couldn't help but look at the corner of the street again.

She didn't remember what the old lady looked like back then, and she didn't see clearly what the old lady who burned paper money looked like just now, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the two of them were very similar.

Old ladies don't all look the same, at least there's a difference between tall, short, fat and thin.

That's all there was to ......

Boom!

Peng Siqing, who had been turning his head to look behind him, didn't pay attention, his body hit someone, and he took a few steps back.

She hurriedly turned her head and opened her mouth to apologize.

That's when she saw the person she bumped into clearly.

The two men looked athletic, full of alcohol, and their eyes were not normal.

Peng Siqing's hairs stood on end, and she lowered her head to bypass them.

Before she could take two steps, she was grabbed by two men.

"What are you doing?!" Peng Siqing screamed in fright.

"You hit someone, and you want to run?" Men are rightly arrogant.

His companion also reached over and grabbed Peng Siqing's other arm, "You lose money!" Compensate us for our medical expenses! ”

Peng Siqing had never encountered anything like this. The Weibo content such as self-defense skills, women's fighting tricks, and what to do when encountering gangsters was briefly forgotten by her.

She just instinctively struggled and yelled.

"Paralyzing you! Lao Tzu has already killed one, and he will earn another one! One of the men looked hideous, suddenly took out a knife from his pocket of clothes, and without saying a word, covered Peng Siqing's mouth and stabbed her in the neck.

"! These women! None of them are honest! scream again! Let you fucking open the door! Get your fucking strip to catch us! The other man was also suddenly furious, and also took out a knife from the inside of his clothes and stabbed it at Peng Siqing's body.

Peng Siqing's last struggle was just a kick on the man's waist, and she rolled over and climbed a few centimeters.

She didn't escape.

Her phone fell to the ground, right in her hand, red with her own blood.

She put her hand on her phone and clicked on the message bar on Weibo.

The top reply is from "Mr. Zhang in the square", and the reply reads:

Peng Siqing didn't see the blood-stained reply.

Her face was in the direction of the intersection, and she could see the corner she had been turning her head to look at.

There was nothing there, and there seemed to be a smell of smoke wafting in, which lasted for a long time.