I stood in front of the window and looked across the road, and the ghost thing was no longer close, floating across the road and staring at me.
Judging from the size of the black shadow, the ghost thing on the opposite side of the road is still an underage imp.
I looked left and right on both sides of the road, and I only saw it, and there was no other ghost nearby.
What makes me wonder why there is a little ghost coming to me that I have not been exposed to Wait a minute I suddenly realized that there was indeed the body of a small child at the scene of the five corpses before.
Could it be that?
It's obviously coming for me, and if it continues to be deadlocked, it won't go and will be waiting across the road.
Judging by the fact that it didn't float in the window, it could be seen that it was not very resentful, and it didn't want to hurt the people in the room.
I decided to go downstairs to see what was going on, and if I ignored its existence, it wouldn't have gone, and things couldn't just drag on.
While everyone was almost asleep, I gently opened the door and walked out of the office, walking briskly downstairs.
On the way, I saw colleagues from other offices, some of whom were still busy in meetings, and a few of us were lucky to be able to take a break in the office.
When I got out of the gate, I found that the little black shadow was waiting for me on the road across the gate.
I said hello to the doorman, and when I got out of the door, I didn't walk directly towards the imp, but slowly pretended to take a walk.
Explain to the doorman that I am tired of a day, and I want to move, otherwise I will go out and stand at the door like this, and wait for the doorman to probably sum up whether there is something wrong with me.
The little imp still understood the rules, and at first slowly followed me, and then saw that I was far away from the gate, and it slowly floated in front of me.
I can see the appearance of the little ghost clearly, and it is really the poor child who was there that day.
"You're looking for me," I asked, looking at the imp first.
"Sister, I died so miserably," the imp finally spoke.
"Since you're dead, you have to accept the arrangement of fate, why are you the only one who comes to me, do you know the other four?"
When I asked this, the little ghost suddenly shed two lines of bloody tears, I looked at its appearance, sighed heavily, and waited for it to ease its emotions before answering.
"They're my family, grandpa, grandma, mom," the imp pauses abruptly.
"And with whom" "And my dad who didn't love me since I was a child."
The little ghost cried even more fiercely as he spoke.
"Can you remember the scene of death," I asked tentatively.
In terms of the method of asking it, I always remember that my grandmother told me that I must not ask a ghost thing directly, how did you die The little ghost wrinkled, and its young age revealed that it should have experienced a lot of things in its lifetime, and those were the things that scared it.
"I don't remember much, but I remember that my dad called my grandfather and grandma and said let's go to a place, and my mother came back crying from outside and said she wanted to come with us."
The imp frowned, trying to remember the only scene it remembered when it was alive, and I even felt a little pity for it.
But no matter how sorry it is, it no longer belongs to this world, and the only thing I can help it is to help it fulfill its last wish in this world. aa2705221: