"I want to possess you, I want to possess you," Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost shouted, stretched out his hands, and rushed towards Wang Ling again.
In desperation, Wang Ling pushed the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang with both palms. bang With a muffled sound, the little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang was pushed out and hit the wall hard.
He disappeared into a white light and suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the bed.
Wang Ling really didn't expect that in his haste and with concentrated energy, he could knock the kid away in one shot.
The little ghost Feng Xiaoqiang seemed to understand that Wang Ling's Yin energy seemed to have surpassed his current Yin energy.
He no longer dared to rush forward rashly.
He just stayed there and stared at Wang Ling with his two ghost eyes, as if he was seeking. opportunity.
Wang Ling wanted to help him, but this kid had evil intentions and only wanted to possess him.
This made Wang Ling extremely angry.
Because of his anger, Wang Ling defeated his fear.
Although the ghost of Feng Xiaoqiang in front of him was extremely terrifying, after all, he had seen it several times and was furious.
After the initial fear, he dared to face the ugly face of this little ghost.
After being scolded by Wang Ling and beaten back with both palms, Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost finally calmed down and stood blankly in front of Wang Ling, staring at his two lost eyes.
He didn't say a word, but he didn't leave either. .
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Wang Ling was still angry, "I want to sleep, and I will have to run around solving cases for you tomorrow.
Please stop disturbing me here, otherwise I won't have the energy to solve the case, so you can Be an unjust ghost forever."
When Xiao Guier heard what Wang Ling said, he suddenly said: "I can tell you who the murderer is, can you help me?"
Although the little devil's speech was no longer as clear as when he was alive, Wang Ling still understood what he said.
"Yes," Wang Ling thought to himself, "didn't you still hope to see this little devil during the day?
Now that the little devil is here, why not seize the opportunity and ask who is the murderer?
In this way, we have a goal to solve the case. , If you have a direction to find evidence, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.”
Wang Ling was thinking this, but pretending to be angry, he walked around the little ghost, sat down on the edge of the bed, glanced at Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost, curled his lips and said, "Hey, little ghost, can you change your appearance?"
You have to look good and make it so scary.
How could I care to listen to you?"
Just as Wang Ling finished speaking, Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost swayed slightly, and his whole appearance returned to what it was like when he was alive.
However, his body seemed to be transparent, and his whole body was still emitting a glistening white light.
Ghosts are ghosts, even if they take the form of humans, they are still different if you look closely.
But, how much more can you ask for from a ghost?
Wang Ling glanced at it, nodded, and said: "Well, this is much better.
This is so good, it is much better than a little devil like you who deliberately changes into a vicious look."
"That is the expression of my mood."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost said, "As long as the resentment in my heart cannot be eliminated, or when I am extremely angry, I will involuntarily change into that way."
"Then you're not as angry now, so why can you become more beautiful?"
"Because you promised to help me, my heart is much calmer, and I can become my original self."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost replied quietly.
"Okay, tell me, who killed you?"
Wang Ling asked directly, "Is it Mrs.
Du?"
Feng Xiaoqiang shook his head, and then said: "It wasn't her, it was Xiaobao's mother who killed me."
"It's her indeed."
Although during the day, Wang Ling had already suspected her from all kinds of information, he was still a little surprised to hear Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost say it himself, "Liu Xiaobao's mother goes to work almost every day and rarely comes to work."
At home, why did you want to kill Feng Xiaoqiang?"
"Then why did she want to kill you?"
Wang Ling asked casually.
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"This" Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost frowned and thought for a while.
It seemed that he couldn't remember anything.
He just shook his little head and replied, "I don't know.
She was the one who killed me anyway."
"Can you tell me what happened that day?"
Wang Ling asked again, "When did she kill you and how did she kill you?"
"Yes."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost nodded vigorously and narrated, "I don't know what time it was that day.
Anyway, my father and mother went out to collect cartons and asked me to go to the yard to play with Xiaobao.
Later, I Just go."
"Then what" "Then, before Xiaobao got up, I was playing alone in the yard.
The yard was very quiet, and there was no sound of people upstairs.
Probably everyone upstairs went to work."
"Then did you see Xiaobao later?"
Wang Ling asked.
"Of course I saw it," Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost said, "Not long after I went to the yard, Xiaobao's grandma came out and said she had a cold and wanted to get an injection.
She also said that her grandson had woken up and asked me to go to the house to find Xiaobao. precious."
"You went?"
Wang Ling asked.
"Well, I went."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost said, "I walked into their house and saw Xiaobao sitting on the edge of the bed.
Her mother went to cook for Xiaobao."
"Then why did Xiaobao's mother kill you later?"
Wang Ling was really puzzled.
"Later, his mother brought rice porridge in Xiaobao's plastic bowl and asked Xiaobao to eat it by himself."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost continued to tell, "However, Xiaobao's hands didn't obey him.
As soon as he picked up the bowl, he dropped it.
He threw the rice on the ground.
His mother filled another bowl, but Xiaobao dropped it on the ground again.
Xiaobao's mother was very angry. " "What happens next?"
Wang Ling seemed to feel that a problem had arisen.
"Later, I really couldn't bear it, so I told his mother that Xiaobao's hands were not working well and I could feed Xiaobao for her.
Then I went to grab the bowl and feed Xiaobao.
However, I noticed Xiaobao’s mother was very unhappy.”
"Why is she unhappy?"
Wang Ling seemed to be asking Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost, and seemed to be talking to himself.
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost shook his head and continued: "But, as soon as I gave Xiaobao two mouthfuls of food, Xiaobao's mother suddenly rushed up, grabbed my neck, and pinched her hard.
While pinching, she screamed angrily. : Who told you to be so good and healthy?
I stared at her and felt my eyes It was almost coming out.
She yelled again: "You still dare to stare at me.
If you want to stare at me, I will stare hard enough.
I couldn't breathe, so I stretched out my hands to grab her hands.
I felt that I was shaking her hands."
I was scratched, but Xiaobao’s mother still didn’t let go, and I didn’t know anything about it after that.”
As Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost spoke, his emotions became excited, and his tongue began to hang half a foot long under his mouth, showing that he was pinched and unable to breathe.
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"You mean you scratched her hand?"
Wang Ling asked hurriedly.
"Well, yes."
"Are you strangled to death like this?"
Wang Ling couldn't believe what he heard.
"Yeah."
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost nodded and added, "After Xiaobao's mother strangled me, I found her walking back and forth beside me, as if she was panicked.
She didn't dare to look at me, so she just The sheet on the bed where Grandma Xiaobao was sleeping was pulled off and wrapped around the body.
At that time, I didn't know what was going on.
It seemed that the body was not mine at all, but I stood quietly next to it, looking at Xiaobao's mother.
Do it all.”
"How did Xiaobao's mother bury you in the flower pond?"
Wang Ling asked, wondering if there were more clues.
"After a while, Xiaobao's grandma came back.
She saw Xiaobao lying next to him and sobbing.
Xiaobao's mother was sitting next to her in despair.
After asking for a while, Xiaobao's mother told everything.
It was Xiaobao’s grandmother who suggested that the old woman’s kindness to me be buried in a small flower pond.”
Feng Xiaoqiang's ghost became angrier as he spoke, and began to change his face again: