Suspicious sweet little days

Shouting suspicious ghosts in the hut, I don't know how long it has passed, but nothing happened.

"Master, maybe the kid isn't here." Gong Yixian said.

Suspicion didn't speak, but in fact he could feel that although it wasn't long, he felt that the little ghost was by his side for a while, but it disappeared very quickly. At this moment, Suspicion was indeed no longer in the room.

"Strange..." Suspicion muttered to himself, "If it's here, it's impossible to find it."

The two walked back from the hut. Since they had already searched for the place they could find, they could only get clues from Sang Yuanmei.

On the way back, Sushen didn't say a word, always feeling that this matter was not as simple as he thought.

The suspicious ghost was obviously there, but he couldn't find it. According to the normal situation, this is impossible at all. There must be something or someone obstructing it. Someone hid the suspicious ghost's soul!

who is it?

Is it Sang Yuanmei, Zhang Ximeng?Or someone else?

Back in the villa, Yishen didn't look for Sang Yuanmei, but went directly to the second floor, and when he returned to the room, he saw that Suspicion was still lying in the room, and he was relieved.

"Gonggong, go and help me collect all the photos of Zhang Ximeng in this room." Said suspiciously.

So Yishen and Gong Yixian began to find all the photos of Zhang Ximeng in this room, and piled them up in the yard. No matter how the maid could stop them, they ran to inform Sang Yuanmei.

When Sang Yuanmei arrived, Yanshen and Gong Yixian had already piled up the photos, and Yanshen brought soybean oil from the kitchen and poured them on the photos.

"What are you going to do!" Sang Yuanmei yelled and rushed over, with no elegance.

But before she came to her, Suspicion had already turned on the lighter and threw it into the photo.

After a while, the flames burst into flames.

"Ahhh! What are you doing! Stop!" Sang Yuanmei rushed towards her like crazy.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, the flames were soaring into the sky, the smoke was billowing, the fire was crackling, and the smell of burning was overwhelming.

"Little dream! My little dream! What are you doing!" Sang Yuanmei rushed over, trying to rescue the photo from the fire, but the fire was so fierce that the servant who followed quickly pulled her back.

"Ma'am, it's dangerous! It's dangerous!"

"You! You!" Sang Yuanmei stared suspiciously.

Through the blazing flames and thick black smoke, there was a sense of ruthlessness on the suspicious and cold face.

"You know what we do, but I'm afraid you don't know what I will do if I get angry? This is just a warning to you, play with fire, be careful!" Suspicious God threatened.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng!" Sang Yuanmei trembled with anger as she looked at the gradually burned photos.

"If you're still worried about your son, you'd better figure out what to do now? Otherwise, I'll send him to the [-]th floor of hell!" Suspicion just said coldly, but his eyes made people Feel that he is not just scaring people, he will do what he says.

After speaking, he left suspiciously without looking back.

Going back to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the suspicious ghost, his suspicious brows were tightly furrowed.

When watching this scene, Gong Yixian couldn't help but recall that when Yaoyao died, he had experienced this kind of feeling in that villa.

If Suspicious God hadn't given himself the soul-returning incense, how could the little ghost...

He wanted to say sorry, but Gong Yixian knew that now was not the time to say this, but he just wondered whether he had also regretted giving himself the precious soul-returning incense at will?Will he hate himself?

"Gong Gong."

Suspicion suddenly called him, interrupting Gong Yixian's train of thought.

"what?"

"I will act tonight, I want you to do me a favor." Looking back at him suspiciously.

Gong Yixian couldn't see any emotion other than worry in his eyes.

Gong Yixian nodded, at this moment, he would agree to whatever Suspicion asked him to do, but he always felt indebted.

"I want you to help me take care of Suspicion, and don't let anyone hurt his body. I was too impulsive during the day, so I left him here by himself. Fortunately, nothing happened." Suspicion wiped his face and said to him I regretted my panic.

"No problem, I will definitely protect Suspect, but what are you going to do?" Gong Yixian couldn't help asking.

"Force them to tell the truth!" Suspect gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

It was late at night, and the maids finally went to bed feeling uneasy after a long day of work, and the security guard in the basement yawned at the unclear monitor.

The door of Sang Yuanmei's study was closed tightly, but lights could still be seen pouring out from the crack of the door.

Suspiciously approaching the door slowly, he heard a whispered conversation from inside the door.

"Mom, how could you do this?" It was Zhang Ximeng's voice.

"I'm not all for you!" Sang Yuanmei suppressed her excited voice.

"That's enough. It's been for me, for me! Everything you say is for me! Do you think you understand me? Have you ever asked me what I want?" Zhang Ximeng's voice became louder .

"Don't you like that brat?"

"I like it, but I never said I want you to kill him!" Zhang Ximeng roared in a low voice.

"Since you like it, it doesn't matter. Mom just wants him to accompany you! I don't want you to be so lonely!"

"If you don't want me to be lonely, you should spend more time with me when I'm alive, instead of killing an innocent person to accompany me after I die! You shouldn't keep saying that it's for my own good, but trap me in those photos Here!" Zhang Ximeng's voice was very excited.

"Trapped here? You mean I've trapped you? You don't want to stay here anymore? Are you leaving your mother?" Sang Yuanmei's voice trembled.

Zhang Ximeng didn't answer.

"You are willing, but mother is not. Even if you want to leave, I will find someone to accompany you well, and I won't let you go on the Huangquan Road by yourself." Sang Yuanmei's voice calmed down a little, but still stubborn.

"Mom, how did you become like this! Let the kid go." Zhang Ximeng begged.

"What did you say? Why did you let the kid go? Isn't the kid in the hut in the backyard?" Sang Yuanmei's tone was puzzled, "Besides, I pushed him impulsively back then. Just die like that!"

"What? Didn't you take his soul away?" Zhang Ximeng said in surprise.

"What are you talking about? How could I know that! I just pushed him!" Sang Yuanmei said.

"That……"

With a bang, before the two could finish speaking, Suspicion kicked open the door and rushed in.

Sang Yuanmei was sitting behind the desk, obviously startled, and stared suspiciously.

Looking around the room suspiciously, he didn't find Zhang Ximeng, as if what he heard just now was just an auditory hallucination.

Sang Yuanmei quickly recovered her composure, put away the documents on the table, put them in the open drawer, closed the drawer, looked suspiciously and said, "Master, it's so late, what do you want to do?"

Suspicion came to the desk without saying a word, grabbed Sang Yuanmei's wrist unceremoniously and pulled her out, opened the drawer and threw the documents inside on the ground, and found a picture of Zhang Ximeng from the bottom of the drawer.

"What are you doing!" Sang Yuanmei swooped up to snatch her.

But Suspicion stopped her with one arm, and while he put the photo on the table, he took out a dagger from his pocket with his other hand, thrust it down, and pierced through the photo.

"Ahhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~" A shrill scream sounded from that photo.

"No~! Xiaomeng! Xiaomeng! Stop! Stop!" Hearing the screams, Sang Yuanmei cried and begged.

I saw a cloud of black air emerging from the photo, entangled on the dagger gleaming with silver light held by Yishen.

Suspiciously looking back at Sang Yuanmei, who was already crying, her eyes were cold and without any sympathy, she pushed her away, and Sang Yuanmei fell powerlessly on the floor, covering her mouth and crying continuously.

Suspicious God took out a spell from his clothes and held it up in front of him, and began to recite the spell in his mouth.

Goodbye, the black mist wrapped around the dagger seems to be guided by a force, spinning up from the dagger, and slowly gathering on the spell after detaching from the dagger, gradually forming a translucent human figure, the image is trance and very unstable.

"Xiaomeng...Xiaomeng..." Sang Yuanmei got up from the ground, dragged on the suspicious clothes and kept calling Zhang Ximeng.

Suspicion let go of the spell in his hand, and the spell stuck to the forehead of Zhang Ximeng's ghost that had just formed.

"Xiaomeng, what's wrong with you, Xiaomeng, talk to me!" Sang Yuanmei came to her son, panicked and didn't know what to do.

Although Zhang Ximeng looks like Zhang Ximeng at this moment, he seems unconscious, his eyes are empty, and his whole body is floating.

"What did you do to Xiaomeng? What did you do to him!" Sang Yuanmei looked suspiciously anxiously and hatefully.

"I want you to tell me everything, otherwise I only need to move my fingers, and your son's soul will be torn apart, and then burned to ashes by the karmic fire of hell, never to be reborn. I have this ability." Suspicion It was just a plain narration, but from his eyes, Sang Yuanmei saw the cruel and violent nature.

Who is he?

Can he really tear apart people's souls?

What will happen to Xiaomeng?

Sang Yuanmei cried and fell to the ground, looking at her son who was put in danger by herself even though she was dead, Sang Yuanmei said: "Xiaomeng, it's my mother's fault. It's my mother who hurt you again and again."

"Okay, I'll say, I'll say everything." Seeing suspicious, Sang Yuanmei finally decided to tell all the conspiracies.