When I reached the intersection, I saw a child squatting in the middle of the road, covered in blood and brains.

He just crouched on the ground, his head twisted and deformed.

An eyeball has fallen out of its socket in half.

Even the head, from the forehead to the back of the head, has been broken.

Brain plasma and blood hung on the back of the head.

The child, at this moment, used his own fingers, stained with his own blood and brain, to draw on the ground.

In that painting, there is a family of three.

Mom and Dad, and a little child who was led in the middle.

But in this painting, there is also a car painted in blood, driving towards them.

This should be the picture and memory of him before he died!

At the same time, the child's mouth also made a sobbing sound from time to time......

Judging from his dress and figure, it is the child who was in a car accident this afternoon and was run over to death on the sidewalk by the rich second generation.

It should be that his parents have been hospitalized, and his body has just been recovered, and he died here again.

The ghost couldn't leave for a while, so it stayed where it was.

It's another wretched ghost.

And this ghost boy also noticed my approach, and slowly raised his head, which was a little terrifying.

Let me now can't help but take a breath of cool air.

But emotionally, I'm stable.

At this moment, we looked at each other, and then we saw the little child stand up.

Looking at me and the female ghost Wu Zhizhi behind me, she looked at us with a blank face:

"Brother and sister, have you seen my parents?

Are they lost? I can't find them? ”

His tone was mechanical, distracted.

Uzhizhi has been a ghost for ten years, and he should have seen a lot of this kind of thing.

She didn't speak, she didn't have any fear or fear, she just turned her head to look at me.

I smiled in what I thought was more natural:

"Your mom and dad may have been away for a while.

You're waiting for them here, and it won't be long before they come to pick you up. ”

The imp who was killed heard me say this and said "oh" to me.

Then use your hands to erase the painted picture on the ground.

Again, with his scarred little hands, he touched the blood and brains on his head, and continued to repeat the picture he had just drawn.

At the same time, a small car drove up from a distance.

As if he hadn't seen it, he lowered his head and continued to paint.

The car whizzed past him.

Unaffected by anything, he continued to draw the picture of his mother and his children and a car crashing into them......

I didn't feel very good when I looked at it.

A good family of three ruined the drunken rich second generation.

I didn't bring any incense on my body, otherwise I would have brought one to this little ghost.

I sighed and swept a small electric yellow car next to me.

Then he said to the female ghost Wu Zhizhi:

"Let's go! We're going to ...... Studios now."

After that, I rode forward in the little yellow car, and she followed me.

With me leading the way and guidance, the female ghost will not lose its way......

A few kilometers away, but it's not far.

After a while, we arrived at the film and television city in the darkness of the night.

The scale of the construction of the film and television city is very large, but less than one-third of it is actually used and developed.

Most of the buildings are rented and abandoned.

When she arrived at the gate, the female ghost Wu Zhizhi pointed to the film and television city:

"Daoist Jiang, the teahouse is in here.

Jiang Daochang, are you—are you really going?

It's really dangerous, I've been floating here for a while before.

The ghosts that go in are all souls of three plagues and six diseases.

Whoever goes in, when he comes out, will be as thin as paper. ”

I smiled:

"It's okay, let's go check it out first. If you can enter, you will enter, and if you can't enter, I will first see what is going on.

This kind of place let me know, I must give him peace. ”

Dangerous, can it be dangerous over the tube building or the nine corpse building?

When Wuzhizhi heard me say this, he also said "um":

"Oh well! I know the way around here, and I'll take you there. ”

I nodded.

Uzhizhi floated right in front of me, and I followed behind.

It's past eleven o'clock, and in addition to the location of the gate, there are some scattered restaurants in the film and television city, and there is almost no one inside.

On both sides of the main road, there are still a few dim street lights.

Under the leadership of Uzhizhi, we entered the film and television city.

Just a few people outside the gate, now walking on the cool main road.

Except for me and Uzhizhi, there is not a single ghost.

The whole street is an imitation of the old houses of the Republic of China, except for the street lights, the whole street is a black buzz.

If you sneeze, you can hear it from afar.

And the further you go in, the heavier the yin ghost qi becomes.

We walked through three streets and down an alley, and the chill around us grew heavier and heavier.

At the same time, I faintly heard the sound of a collision when washing mahjong not far away.

The sound of "bla-la-la, bla-la-la" sounded.

It's not big, but in this quiet environment, it seems relatively clear.

Not only that, but there is also a vague fragrance of tea, faintly wafting from afar.

At the same time, Uzhizhi also took me out of the alley.

Now she stood in front of me, and said timidly to me:

"Jiang Daochang, Xiaoxiao, Xiaoyao Little Teahouse has arrived ......"