Wang Jian only felt a white shadow flash before his eyes, and a little girl suddenly appeared in front of him.
The little girl lowered her head, her long hair fell to her waist, and she was wearing a white dress.
Her bare feet were visible, and there were faint red blood stains under her feet.
Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat.
He had seen this little girl before.
She was the same little girl he saw in class yesterday morning.
At that time, the little girl suddenly appeared on the podium and wrote "Father, please leave me three" with chalk on the blackboard. words, the result disappears.
Although Wang Jian knew that the little girl was a ghost at that time, he was not very afraid.
He remembered that the little girl had a sad look on her face, full of pity, which made people feel sad and pitiful.
"You, why are you here?"
Wang Jian whispered.
Although he was very scared, he still asked in a low voice.
The little girl slowly raised her head, revealing her pale and sad face again.
She looked at Wang Jian with wide eyes and said nothing.
Her eyes were full of deep sadness, her lips were tinted with a faint cyan color, and there was no expression on her face.
Wang Jian thought to himself that he actually forgot to tell the old Taoist priest about seeing this little girl yesterday.
Maybe it was because I encountered too many things yesterday, so I forgot about this matter.
Seeing that the little girl was silent, Wang Jian wiped the cold sweat from his head and whispered again: "Speak, maybe I can help you."
Wang Jian felt that not all ghosts were bad, such as the original Ge Erhu.
Wang Jian had a feeling that the little girl in front of him must have some unfulfilled obsessions in the world.
The little girl then lowered her head and looked at her feet, then looked at Wang Jian again.
Her lips moved a few times, indicating to Wang Jian to look at her feet.
Wang Jian hurriedly lowered his head, wondering in his heart, could there be something on her feet?
Sure enough, as expected.
There were two yellow threads tied to the ankles of the little girl's feet, and red light flashed constantly on the yellow threads.
What is that?
Wang Jian felt confused and said, "Do you want me to help you untie the yellow thread?
Just nod your head if you untie it."
Unexpectedly, the little girl nodded, with a hint of gratitude on her face.
Wang Jian slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands and slowly untied the thread.
Although the thread was tied very tightly and had been deeply imprinted into the flesh, it was tied with a slip knot.
In less than a minute, Wang Jian tied the two threads.
The thread was untied.
As soon as the two threads were untied, the red light slowly dissipated.
Wang Jian put the thread aside, stood up and said to the little girl, "Is it okay now?"
The little girl knelt down with a plop, hugged Wang Jian's leg, and cried uncontrollably.
At the same time, in the gloomy room, the masked man kept tugging on the yellow thread and roared hoarsely: "Do it quickly, hurry up, kill him."
"Pa" The yellow line was disconnected at this time.
The masked man was startled, and then shouted: "How, how is it possible?"
The yellow line was broken, which meant that she had run away, indicating that she had failed this time.
Could it be that she had encountered The masked man thought to himself.
The masked man collapsed on the ground.
He stretched out his hand and slowly took off the mask.
Under the mask, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his pointed chin thrust forward, and his cunning little eyes contained two drops of water.
The rolling eyes were filled with coldness.
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His face was sallow and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
His first impression was that he did not look like a good person.
The flame of the candle made his shadow move, and the woman in kimono sitting opposite the masked man remained motionless.
The masked man looked at the kimonoed woman for a moment, pondered for a while, and said to himself: "Forget it, let's try him."
After saying that, he stood up and walked to the closet in the room.
I opened the closet, and the strange thing was that when I looked in from the outside, there was nothing in the closet.
It was dark.
At this time, a white foot stretched out from the closet, and then another foot, and then another.
The figure walked out of the closet.
This scene looks so weird and eerie.
A boy came out.
At this time, he looked expressionless, pale, and his eyes were dull.
He didn't know what he was looking at.
If Wang Jian or Forensic Doctor Li were present at this time, he would definitely know that this boy was the Qian Min who was killed and dismembered in the school warehouse the day before yesterday.
The masked man walked up and slapped Qian Min twice in the face, and said with a ferocious look on his face: "You bitch, this is the last time I will use you.
When it's over, you will be gone.
It's impossible to reincarnate, haha Haha, hahaha."
The masked man laughed a little horribly, and the flesh on his face twitched.
Qian Min was slapped twice, but his face was still expressionless and his eyes were still dull.
The masked man seemed to remember something.
He patted his head and cursed himself secretly.
At this time, he walked to the table and picked up an iron rod glowing with green light.
He walked up to Qian Min with a strange smile on his face, and his smile looked extremely charming.
"Plop" sound The man pierced the iron rod into Qian Min's chest.
No blood flowed from his chest, but a trace of black gas came out.
Qian Min seemed to be awake at this time, looking at the masked man in front of him with horror on his face.
He opened his mouth wide and seemed speechless, but tears continued to flow from his eyes, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
"Hahaha, doesn't it feel good?"
the masked man laughed, seeming to enjoy this feeling.
"Even if you become a ghost, I will still torture you.
Do you want to know why?
Have you seen the photos on the wall?"
The man said and his voice slowly became quieter: "It was you who made me lose everything.
It was you."
"At this time, he actually started crying like a child.
But the strange thing is that after crying for not even a minute, he wiped his tears and nose and laughed again: "Although I have taken revenge, I will not let go of anyone who may know my identity, so, I want to kill someone else."
The masked man pulled out the iron rod.
Qian Min struggled a few times, but stopped moving and returned to his previous dull look.
The masked man threw the iron rod aside and squatted down.
He took out two yellow threads from his pocket.
The threads were exactly the same as the ones Wang Jian had untied from the little girl's ankles.
The masked man tied the thread to Qian Min's ankle and tied it into a knot.
As soon as the yellow thread was tied to Qian Min's ankle, it was deeply inserted into the flesh, glowing with a faint red light.
The masked man sat back on the chair, pulled the yellow thread on the table again, and murmured: "Go, go quickly."
Qian Min's figure in the room disappeared strangely at this moment: