If Brother Zixi is dead, then who is talking to me today?

I don't dare to think about it, ghosts are not scary, but the scary thing is that ghosts have always been lurking around you, and they can attack you at any time.

And you don't know about it yourself, and you're still stupid and awesome. Talking, that's the scariest thing.

It's the same as the security guard who came to me and entrusted it.

But I was in the reincarnation shop at that time, and although I didn't know how the security guard ghost got in, the security guard ghost definitely couldn't kill me.

It's not my confidence in my own strength, it's my confidence in reincarnation.

There will be no ghosts in the reincarnation shop that can hurt people.

But I wasn't in the reincarnation shop when I was with Brother Zixi, so I learned that Brother Zixi was dead, and the people I had been chatting with before were all Brother Zixi's ghosts, so panicked and frightened.

When I came to my senses, I went to the official person in front of me to ask for Brother Zixi's death file.

The official people will give it to me, and I am not Brother Zixi's relatives.

Naturally, I know that the official people will not give it, but I have my own method.

……

Half an hour later, all the information that the official people had investigated was imprinted in my mind.

Brother Zixi was killed between 8 and 9 o'clock the night before yesterday, but strangely, that night, the surveillance did not capture Brother Zixi returning to the dormitory, only the picture of her leaving the dormitory in anger that afternoon.

I checked the time, and it was exactly the time when the first girl jumped off the building appeared, and I fell into a coma.

Then, the place of Zixige's death was the art building frequented by art students, and the classroom where he died was the fifth practice room, where the art students carved statues.

And what's interesting is that Brother Zixi's movements and expressions when he died are not the expressions that a dying person should have.

He feels like a ...... A contempt, a contempt for a statue.

That's right, the direction that Brother Zixi is looking at and facing is a statue that has existed for an unknown amount of time.

And the strange thing is that there is a lot of surveillance in the art building, so that someone can steal from the art building.

However, even the airtight surveillance did not capture the picture of Zixi Ge entering the art building. It's amazing.

Either Brother Zixi is Spider-Man, who entered the fifth practice room by climbing to the window on the fifth floor, or Brother Zixi is a cultivator.

Neither of these statements is reliable.

If Brother Zixi is a person who cultivates his mind, unless his cultivation is higher than mine, I will not be unaware.

Brother Zixi is an ordinary person.

It is precisely because of this that this case has become an unsolved case.

Suddenly, as I walked on the road, I recalled everything that happened yesterday, and Brother Zixi's words reappeared in my mind.

"If everything yesterday is true, then Brother Zixi is very likely to become a powerful ghost!"

Thinking of Brother Zixi's various outrageous operations yesterday, the speculation in my heart gradually confirmed.

"But Brother Zixi didn't choose to hurt me, but kept protecting me when I went to Xiaohu."

"Even, give me all kinds of guidance ......"

"Is Brother Zixi trying to say something?"

For a moment, I seemed to have grasped something, but I couldn't see what I had grasped.

"No, I have to go to the back mountain again tomorrow."

"Brother Zixi must be trying to tell me something!"

With this inference, my decision to go to the back mountain was even more determined.

But I didn't notice that the road from the police station to the school was extremely deserted at the moment.

Not a single pedestrian was there.

The road from the police station to the school was deserted, and there was not even a single car.

At first I thought it was getting late, so there were no cars passing by.

However, when I saw the time of eight o'clock on my phone, an inexplicable sense of unease appeared in my heart.

"Is it only eight o'clock?"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the gap between my neck and poured into my clothes.

The uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger, and even my steps unconsciously sped up a little.

Suddenly, on the silent highway, there was a small sound.

I immediately looked back, but there was no one behind me.

I continued walking, but, then, before I had taken two steps, the strange trivial sound reappeared.

I turned around again, but there was still no one behind me.

"Something is wrong."

Looking at the empty road behind me, the uneasiness in my heart was about to overflow my chest.

Looking back, this time, I didn't choose to move on, but played with the voice behind me.

Sure enough, after I stood for almost ten minutes, the voice didn't come to me.

"What the hell."

I couldn't help but curse that the thing behind me didn't know what it was, and it kept me on edge.

At the moment, I still think of the things behind me as a person, and if it is a person, I am not very afraid of him.

Even with a sharp weapon in my hand, I can run.

But if it's a ghost, then you have to see what type of ghost it is.

Then, I began to walk slowly, and sure enough, when I had walked less than ten meters, the slight sound reappeared.

And the difference is that this small and trivial sound, listening to the voice, is actually closer to my position.

I couldn't help but look back, but kept walking.

The sound sounded again, and this time, it was a little closer than the last.

And because I was a little closer, I heard another voice this time.

It was the crash of sand falling overhead.

Not only the redundant sound and the distance of the sound, but I found that even the time for the sound to appear became a few seconds shorter.

Think back to when I first started to make noise, I had only stepped onto the road and had only walked ten meters in total.

And the second time the sound appeared, it was nine meters.

The third time, this time, was eight meters......

The shorter and shorter intervals between the appearance of sounds can only say one thing.

The thing in the back couldn't hold back.

Suddenly, I pretended to tie my shoes, and then began to keep an eye on my back.

Sure enough, the thing behind him couldn't let go of this flawed moment, and then, the small sound appeared again, and as soon as it appeared, eight different small voices appeared together.

Feeling the faster and faster sound of the trivial sound, I held my breath and concentrated, because life and death were only in a moment.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of my eyes, and it was a terrible ghost with eight hands and feet, rushing towards me!