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The bustling station is full of people coming and going, everything can be left behind, and any traces are naturally easy to cover up. This is an area that is rich in positive terms and chaotic in negative terms.This is true whether it is a human being or another world.

Where there are many people, dark things are easy to fish in troubled waters, thieves are watching in the corners, and ghosts and monsters are also ready to move.

According to the route given by Zhang Haidi, Jiang Jiajing was very patient, or should be said to be frighteningly idle, and visited all of them. Now it is the last day of the itinerary. Not long after he left the station, he saw a family preparing for the trip. A funeral home.

Jiang Jiajing, who is always very sensitive to this kind of thing, looked around and was facing the memorial tablet in the mourning hall. The deceased was a woman, Zhao Hongmei. His eyes swept across the room involuntarily, and he saw a man kneeling in front of the mourning table and burning Paper money, eyes red as if bleeding at any moment.

This family should get along well with their neighbors, and from time to time, aunts and aunts go in to express their condolences.

Jiang Jiajing heard a grandmother comforting the man with a hoarse voice.

"Cai, get up, your daughter-in-law will be reluctant."

This seemed to be the fuse, and the seven-foot man couldn't hold back his grief and resentment, and burst into tears.

Grandma also wiped tears from her red eyes and kept patting him on the shoulder. "Auntie knows that you are suffering, but you can't just kneel here every day. Your wife and your unharmed child are sad. Get up. Your sister-in-law has warmed up soup for you in the kitchen. Drink a bowl."

The man's head was smashed to the ground, and he couldn't speak except for the heart-piercing cry.

His cries disturbed the neighbors. Several people looked out and shook their heads sympathetically. Several men entered the room and dragged him vigorously. They pulled him to a chair and sat down, but he struggled to climb to the altar.

The rush of words of reassurance made the whole room noisy, but in the man's ears, that didn't exist. He only had his wife's tablet on the altar in his eyes.

The farewell between life and death faded after seeing too much, Jiang Jiajing was about to leave, when she heard a woman talking to others with tears in her eyes. "Why did Ah Mei just leave? She's all alone. The child is seven months old... I just told me a few days ago that I'm going to have a maternity checkup. Why don't you just say no..."

Jiang Jiajing took back the steps he was about to step out, and turned his gaze back to the spiritual tablet in the house. The three characters Zhao Hongmei engraved on the tablet seemed to be twisting and twisting, extending wirelessly stroke by stroke, twisting into a memory The word Shi Hui.

Standing in place, he seemed to have crossed the long river of time, and saw the woman holding her big belly, her face full of maternal brilliance, looking at her big belly tenderly.

In a blink of an eye, the woman became a cold and stiff corpse in the coffin.

Jiang Jiajing just woke up from the deep memory in his heart.

Not knowing whether it was out of regret and confusion towards Shi Hui, or the intuition of his position as a celestial master, he called to stop the woman who was wiping her tears.

"What's the matter with this family?" He asked impatiently.

He has a baby face and looks good, which can make most people let go of their guard, not to mention his sympathy, this empathy undoubtedly touched the heart of the woman, and she burst into tears.

"The hostess is gone, and there is a seven-month-old child in her belly. In this world...people leave as soon as they say, and there is no sign at all."

"Are you sick? How can people die for no reason?" Jiang Jiajing took a tissue from the bag and handed it to the woman.

The woman took it unceremoniously and blew her nose, her voice muffled by nasality. "I don't know. The doctor said it might be due to pregnancy-induced hypertension and sudden death. Her man can't bear it. Whoever can bear it can bear it. They haven't been married for two years..."

Jiang Jiajing sighed. "I saw that brother crying like that, it's really sad."

"Who is not sad, we are also sad, Amei is the most gentle person, I have never seen her blush with anyone, everyone loves her."

Jiang Jiajing frowned slightly. "Did the body go home? Can I burn incense for her too?"

This is strange, the woman looked at him strangely, her eyes were full of guard, she almost didn't ask what you want to do.

Jiang Jiajing smiled understandingly. "I'm just a little emotional."

"what?"

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient." Jiang Jiajing nodded to her, and walked away.

He turned his head and glanced at the funeral home with its door open, took out his notebook and followed the route Zhang Haidi had given him to investigate all the way there.

It's a pity that the little ghost ran away without knowing it on the train, there was no trace at all, the only thing he cared about was Zhao Hongmei, and he didn't know if it had anything to do with the little ghost.

At night, he finally visited all the places where Zhang Haidi had stayed, and returned to Zhao Hongmei's house.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, but Jiang Jiajing still couldn't let it go, he knew that it was probably the unwillingness left by his youth and frivolity, as well as his persistence and regret for the unsolvable mystery.

He stood under the street lamp and looked into the house. Suddenly, a thin cry disturbed his emotions.

Looking in the direction of the sound, there was something shaking vaguely in the darkness illuminated by the street lamps. Jiang Jiajing frowned, and saw a faint shadow take shape. She whimpered and staggered. At first she just walked forward, and gradually her crying became louder, and the figure She also became anxious, and she kept looking around, as if looking for something.

The Jiang family walked over quietly and heard her whispering.

"Where's the baby? Baby, baby..."

She murmured all the way, which made Jiang Jiajing feel unusual.

The fetus has a soul in the mother's body for about five months, and Zhao Hongmei passed away at seven months. What about her child?

Dead souls are not shrewd and forgetful. They may not even remember who they are. A woman's heart is looking for a child, which means that what she cared most about was the child in her belly. By her side, she can rest in peace and go where she should go.

When a child disappears, every mother is impatient, so even if she doesn't remember anything, she still trembles to find her baby.

The seven-month-old baby is not yet fully developed, and it is impossible to run away by itself, so why does the spirit that should be by the mother's side disappear?

This abnormality makes Jiang Jiajing almost want to assert that it has something to do with Zhang Haidi's little ghost, but he knows clearly that this is just his own obsession, and obsession makes people blind.

Taking a deep breath, he took out a talisman from his bag, gave it lightly, and attached it to the back of the female ghost. She stopped, and the blank and blank expression on her face suddenly shook. .

"Zhao Hongmei." Jiang Jiajing called out in a low voice.

The female ghost turned around slowly and nodded.

"Where's your child?"

The female ghost's dull and calm face suddenly changed drastically.

"Zhao Hongmei, how did you die?"

The female ghost screamed loudly, and that bit of clarity turned into intense hatred, tearing apart her beautiful face.

The female ghost who was about to turn into a big murderer was immediately suppressed, her hostility and hatred were bound by a thin talisman, like a thick but immobile swamp pressing on her chest, Zhao Hongmei trembled all over, and several times she collided Unable to escape, she gradually calmed down.

Standing blankly, she was as stiff and blank as an ordinary ghost.

If Zhao Hongmei hadn't been hurt, then these two questions wouldn't have irritated her, and they wouldn't have turned into a big murder if she hadn't died too badly.

However, the culprit who had never killed anyone or ghosts was still able to escape, Jiang Jiajing wasn't too worried.

"Do you remember who hurt you?"

Zhao Hong lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. "child."

child?

She raised her head suddenly, distorted her posture fiercely, her hatred could hardly be suppressed, and her voice was like sharp metal scraping each other. "Children, crawl on my stomach..."

Jiang Jiajing took a deep breath, her fingers twitched because of Zhao Hongmei's words. "If you saw him again, would you recognize him?"

Zhao Hongmei raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of hatred shone like wolves.

She didn't answer, but Jiang Jiajing already knew the answer. "Come with me, maybe I can lead you to that kid."

Hatred can blind a person's eyes and emotions. For Zhao Hongmei, her husband and everything in life are nothing compared to revenge. She followed Jiang Jiajing's footsteps without hesitation, step by step, and step by step abandoned what she had before life and after death. appearance.

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Standing at the entrance of the luxury hotel and looking up, I heard that Wei Nanjun lived on the top floor.

Fang Yisheng felt that it was impossible for him to stay in such a hotel for one night in his life.

This idea made him clearly realize the huge gap between the two of them. Their values, views on money and even their personalities are all completely different. However, the two of them came together. Perhaps it was because of this that he always questioned the validity of this relationship. Correctness, to put it bluntly, means insecurity.

Everything he experienced in the past made Fang Yisheng very clear. The so-called one can't live without anyone, but he doesn't want to stand up, so he doesn't think what will happen if there is no next step with Wei Nanjun. It's just that this man taught him loneliness and made him understand. What is longing and longing.

The original whole body is now bound to the ground by thousands of invisible shackles. It is too exaggerated to say so, but he always feels that he who understands these thoughts seems to be living on this ground.

Even without Wei Nanjun, maybe he will have a bond with someone again in the future.

Walking into the hotel with his luggage, Xiao Liu was eagerly looking forward to him, and immediately greeted him when he saw him. "Brother Fang, you are here!"

Fang Yisheng looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. "What do you call me?"

Xiao Liu coughed twice. "Hey, I've heard what Sister Yan said..."

Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his expression stiffened. "say what?"

"Well, those and those things that Brother Nan encountered before, ouch, I can't see that you are so young and so capable! Is it the same this time..." His small eyes were twinkling with excitement and curiosity at the moment Half-frightened light. "Then Lin Guang hasn't been found yet, you should be careful, I'll drive Brother Fang tomorrow to take a look at the scene!"

"..." Fang Yisheng was indeed relieved, but at the same time he was quite dumbfounded.

"Brother Nan is filming. He gave me the key. You go to his room to put your luggage. Have you eaten yet? We haven't eaten yet. Let's wait until we get to the restaurant. Brother Nan can eat in the restaurant for free 24 hours a day. of."

Xiao Liu was chattering, Fang Yi was stunned and had no chance to intervene.

"Brother Fang, how long are you going to stay?"

"The plane will leave tomorrow afternoon."

"What?" Xiao Liu stared at him in shock. "The last time you filmed, you stayed for a week! Brother Nan, you can't..."

"Why not?"

"It's not enough to save this little red envelope money."

Fang Yisheng suddenly understood why Xiao Liu had been able to live under the shrewd and capable Chen Yanting for so many years. He was so honest that Chen Yanting could rest assured.

"I have something to do."

Xiao Liu suddenly realized. "That's right, there must be a lot of people looking for Brother Fang for help."

Entering the extremely luxurious room, Fang Yisheng was speechless for a while.This is bigger than his house!

"Aren't your crews the same? Wei Nanjun's room specifications..." Fang Yisheng couldn't help asking.

"Oh, we didn't want to live in this kind of room at first, so what... After Lu Ningning's incident, the company immediately gave money to Brother Nan to change the room."

From this action, Fang Yisheng noticed the attitude of Wei Nanjun's company, and he felt a little relieved.

"It's still early, see you in the lobby in an hour." Fang Yisheng said.

"Okay, Brother Fang, you rest first." Greeted Xiao Liu and left the room.

Fang Yisheng walked around the room twice before deciding to put his luggage in the small study area at the corner of the door. He thought he would leave tomorrow, so he didn't bother the owner's cloakroom. It would be nice to put it in this unused small study.

He had just entered the room when he saw a bar in the living room, the living room was so big that twenty people could have a party and kick in it.

Putting on his slippers, he walked to the bar and looked at the bottle of red wine that was opened but not finished.

He drank and drank by himself?Drink with the crew?Or drink with whom?

After Fang Yisheng thought through this series of questions, he was shocked to find that he was actually thinking about this.

This is no different from Cha Qin.

He looked away nervously, walked away stiffly, and finally wiped his face.

When does a man take care of another man?

──When he was his own person.