Hearing the word crayon, Bai Jun couldn't help but shudder, and murmured: "The resentful souls are indeed the mother and daughter."
"Mother and daughter, what mother and daughter?"
the eldest Sun Jingyao asked with wide eyes.
Bai Jun looked around and saw no suspicious people.
He whispered: "Two months ago, thirteen people died during the demolition of Xiaojia Village.
These thirteen people were all killed by the mother and daughter. of."
"I don't understand.
What are you talking about?
What kind of mother and daughter are they?"
Sun Jingyao asked doubtfully.
Bai Jun had no choice but to tell him everything that the middle-aged woman had told him before.
After hearing this, the eldest grandson Jingyao nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that the mother and daughter had a bad life.
After death, their souls will still be there."
Controlled by Red."
"Yes, I often wonder what the red clothes are, human ghosts and demons."
Bai Jun spread his hands and said, looking very helpless.
Changsun Jingyao smiled: "It's definitely not a human being anyway.
You have to know, how can she be a female ghost?"
"That's true."
Bai Jun nodded: "But I remember that her hands were warm."
"Hey, what can I tell you?
When I was a child in Japan, I encountered a supernatural event.
An old lady who had been dead for many years came back.
She even touched my head.
At that time, I felt that her hand was also They have temperature, so not all ghost hands are cold," Changsun Jingyao recalled.
"Here, it's true.
I'd be scared to death.
Why do you sound like you're making up a story?"
Bai Jun said in disbelief.
Changsun Jingyao pouted her little mouth and said cutely: "Why don't you believe me?"
"Believe it, believe it."
Bai Jun didn't dare to look at Xiao Nizi, mainly because Xiao Nizi's appearance was too good.
Bai Jun had a feeling that as long as his eyes stayed on her face, it would be difficult to move.
Open half a minute.
"Hehe, I heard a lot of supernatural events when I lived in Japan.
I will tell you about them one by one when I have time."
"By the way, are you studying in China or living in China?"
Bai Jun asked doubtfully.
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of Changsun Jingyao: "My father is Japanese, but he died of lung cancer ten years ago.
My mother took me back to China.
Since then, I have been living in China."
"I'm sorry."
Bai Jun was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay.
In my opinion, my father has always lived in my heart."
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Bai Jun changed the subject and said, "I really like watching your Japanese horror movies.
For example, the Grudge series is very classic."
"The Grudge is actually not too scary.
When I have time, I will show you some real horror movies.
You will definitely feel the same as when you are doing a mission."
Changsun Jingyao said with a smile.
"Oh my god, you should be scared to death."
"Actually, it's not that scary."
The two chatted for a while and ate some snacks.
Sun Jingyao stood up and said, "How about we go to Xiaojia Village first and familiarize ourselves with the route in advance.
It will be convenient for us to escape then."
"Okay."
Bai Jun nodded without hesitation.
He felt that it was necessary to go to Xiaojia Village.
Before, he didn't dare to go alone, but now that there was one more person, his courage naturally became stronger.
The two left the snack bar, walked along the town road, and soon left the town.
There are patches of farmland on both sides of the road, and small villages in the distance.
"Reservoir, reservoir."
Changsun Jingyao kept chanting.
She seemed very excited and took out her camera from time to time to take a few photos.
"That's where I saw it."
Bai Jun pointed at something not far away.
I saw a dam two hundred meters ahead, and below the dam was a small lake.
"This doesn't look like an artificial reservoir, it seems to be natural."
Changsun Jingyao jumped up and said, looking very happy.
There is a country road next to the reservoir.
There are woods on both sides of the road, with no end in sight.
After walking along the country road for more than ten minutes, the two finally saw a village, which was Xiaojia Village.
Xiaojia Village is very small, with only a few dozen households in front and back of the village.
From a distance, you can see big letters of "DEEP" written in paint on the houses at the entrance of the village.
There is a big locust tree at the entrance of the village.
There is a well under the locust tree.
The well is surrounded by a fence.
Next to the fence are piles of fallen leaves.
The whole village was dead silent, and it looked a bit gloomy in broad daylight.
"Could this well be the well where the widow committed suicide?"
Changsun Jingyao whispered, her pretty face full of caution.
Looking at the well, Bai Jun felt a chill in his heart, and a shuddering feeling arose in his heart.
He nodded and said tremblingly: "I guess so."
"Come on, let's go take a look inside the village and make some marks along the way."
Changsun Jingyao whispered.
Bai Jun nodded: "What mark do you want to make?"
Changsun Jingyao took out a lipstick from her backpack while walking.
She smiled and said: "Use this to draw a mark on the wall.
It will be more convenient when you come tomorrow."
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"This village is not an ordinary evil one.
It gives me the feeling that a chicken cannot lay eggs and a bird cannot poop."
Bai Jun said with emotion.
"Hey, look, what is this?"
Changsun Jingyao stopped at this time, pointing to the window of a house.
I saw a piece of white paper taped to the window, and the paper was covered with black lines.
Bai Jun frowned and said, "What kind of strokes are these?"
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on the paper.
The next second, his face turned extremely ugly.
Changsun Jingyao seemed to have discovered something at this time.
She and Bai Jun looked at each other, and they immediately understood what the other was thinking.
The black bars were drawn with crayons, of course, black crayons.
Both of them felt a chill in their hearts and walked slowly towards the village.
They found that many houses in the village had a piece of white paper taped to their windows, and all the papers had lines drawn on them.
Some of the papers had red lines, some yellow, some cyan, green, etc., adding up There are more than a dozen colors in total, but the strange thing is that the white paper posted on the window of one house does not have any lines.
Bai Jun counted all the colors and said: "Except for the white paper, there are seventeen colors in total.
The ghost has killed thirteen people before.
Does it mean that four more people will be killed, because there are still Four crayons.”
A glimmer of light flashed in Changsun Jingyao's beautiful eyes, and she nodded: "It seems to be true.
So, apart from the ghost, there are still seven of us eight, and four of the seven are going to die, right?"
"The man possessed by the ghost should also be counted, so four people are going to die, and only four people will survive by then."
"Hongyi said the mission was to play a game.
How can you kill people while playing a game?"
Changsun Jingyao was a little confused
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