"You, don't cry."
Wang Jian comforted the little girl in front of him.
The little girl hugged Wang Jian's legs tightly and knelt on the ground.
Big tears slipped from the corners of her eyes like water.
Her face was covered with sour tears, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.
Wang Jian said anxiously: "Shh, my parents are still sleeping."
After that, he listened carefully outside the room, but there was no movement.
It was two o'clock in the night, and his parents were probably asleep.
Seeing the little girl kneeling on the ground, Wang Jian stretched out his hand to help her up.
When Wang Jian's hands touched her shoulders, Wang Jian's hands trembled slightly.
Her body was so cold and there was no warmth at all.
The little girl stood up slowly.
She stretched out her hand to wipe her tears.
Her crying became quieter, but there was still a faint sob coming from her nose.
She stared at Wang Jian with big eyes, bit her lip, and said, "Brother, you, you can see me."
Finally speaking, Wang Jian thought to himself and said: "Well, I can see you.
You were the one who appeared on the podium in my class yesterday."
"You, you saw it too."
The little girl was startled, then nodded and said, "Brother, you know I am a ghost, right?"
Of course he knew she was a ghost.
Why would she suddenly appear in his room in the middle of the night if she wasn't a ghost?
Wang Jian was asked a little bit and didn't know how to answer, but he still nodded and winked at the little girl.
"You, you're not afraid."
The little girl lowered her head and her voice became a little softer.
"I think you are a good person."
Wang Jian was about to say the last word, but he still didn't say it.
The little girl suddenly stretched out her hand and took Wang Jian's hand.
There were tears in her eyes, her eyes were dull, and they were not eyes that a living person should have.
She murmured: "Big brother, thank you."
Wang Jian's hand held by her couldn't help but tremble.
Her hand was so cold, like ice cubes.
Wang Jian held back the chill and wondered: "Why did you suddenly appear in my room and why did you appear in my class?"
The little girl didn't speak, just looked at Wang Jian quietly.
Wang Jian was a little scared by her stare: "You tell me, maybe I can help you."
"You really want to hear it?"
the little girl said calmly.
"Um."
"I died three years ago in a car accident."
The expression on the little girl's face was calm, but Wang Jian still noticed a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes.
What about the car accident three years ago?
Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and his face was full of horror: "You, you are He Yangyan."
But Wang Jian immediately realized that something was wrong, because he saw the photos of He Yangyan's family on his laptop in the handicraft store yesterday.
In the photo, the little girl in front of me looks completely different from He Yangyan.
The little girl's body trembled slightly, shook her head, and looked at Wang Jian with doubtful eyes: "My name is Lin Qingqing.
Do you know Yang Yan?"
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Suddenly, Wang Jian understood that the girl in front of him was probably another little girl who died in a car accident with He Yangyan.
"I, I don't know him, but I know the real cause of the car accident three years ago."
Wang Jian said: "The three people who killed you are all dead now."
"Yes, they were all killed by my father.
In fact, I have forgiven them.
I don't want to see anyone die.
Do you know the pain of death?
Do you know the pain of a lonely ghost?"
"What are you, your father?"
Wang Jian felt a chill down his spine, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
Wang Jian's thoughts were very confused now.
He felt that the little girl was lying.
He saw with his own eyes that Zhang Wanbin was pushed into the middle of the road by the soul of He Yangyan's mother Yoko.
Now why did Lin Qingqing say that it was her father who killed her?
Why is this case getting more and more confusing?
Lin Qingqing said sadly: "Three years ago, He Yangyan and I were hit by a truck and died.
My resentment couldn't dissipate.
I couldn't leave this world.
I stayed in the place where I had the accident.
No one could see it.
Until now, I have always been alone, and I finally know what it means to be lonely and what it means to be miserable."
"Then what?"
Wang Jian asked in a low voice.
He shook Lin Qingqing's hand hard.
He could feel Lin Qingqing's mood.
"Later, I entrusted a dream to my father.
In the dream, I told him the truth about my death.
He cried in the dream and told me that he divorced my mother because of my death.
Later, after It's been a long time, probably half a year ago.
It was late at night, and I was wandering around the place where I died as usual.
Suddenly, a man dressed in black came over.
I looked carefully.
Look, I really couldn't believe it at the time.
That man turned out to be my father.
He had changed.
He became very thin and had a cold expression on his face.
I thought he couldn't see me, but I didn't expect him to.
He walked straight towards me, and then he took out two thin yellow threads from his pocket and tied them to my ankles. " Lin Qingqing's eyes were full of fear at this time, and her face was also full of fear.
Could it be that Lin Qingqing's father, like him, also has Yin and Yang eyes and what is that yellow line?
Wang Jian thought to himself.
Lin Qingqing paused and said: "Then I lost control of my body and couldn't speak.
I was taken away by him.
He took me to a very shabby and old community.
The name of the community It seems to be called Nanyuan Jingcheng.”
His body was out of control, and he couldn't speak.
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This reminded Wang Jian of the Taoist soul-locking technique on the ghost film.
Could it be that Lin Qingqing's father had learned some evil magic?
Wang Jian wondered in his mind.
There is also Nanyuan Jingcheng, a community located in the south of Jiangnan City.
Wang Jian has been there several times before.
That community is indeed very old, and it was established when he was very young.
"He took me to a small room on the top floor of a building in the middle of the community.
When I entered the small room, I couldn't believe it.
The door of the room was covered with yellow talismans.
There was a faint red light, and it seemed that whenever I touched the talisman, I would lose my mind.
The room was covered with large photos of me, but my eyes were covered with white paper. " Why does it sound so weird that the eyes in the photo of Fu Lu are covered with white paper?
Wang Jian wondered: "Why do you do this?"
"I'm afraid the talisman is to restrain me.
But I don't understand why my eyes in the photo are pasted up."
Lin Qingqing said lightly.
Lin Qingqing continued: "Then he pushed me into a large closet in the room and closed the door tightly.
From the beginning to the end, I didn't see any change in his expression.
He was always so cold.
Guess What did I see in the closet?"
Lin Qingqing's expression suddenly became a little strange.
Under the light, her pale face looked so penetrating: