Open the door and send warmth to the community!

"Hey, what's in the way, let me let you go."

An aunt with a vegetable basket pushed aside Bai Miao and went straight to the vegetable stall with a special price sign.

He tilted his body stiffly, and subconsciously looked at the place where the female ghost was, only to find that there were no ghosts there, and everything was a normal noisy alley.

He quickly bent down to pick up the plastic bag on the ground, and left as quickly as if being chased by a dog.

Bai Miao didn't know how he got home, anyway, it was not a calm gesture.

He walked straight around the empty hall piled with suitcases and cardboard boxes, and carefully stood in front of the window to look sideways.

The shade of tall trees swayed in the wind, and the six or seven-story Chinese-style residential buildings in Xiyanghong Community protruded from the top of the trees.

People outside the community are doing normal activities, and a group of children are chasing and playing football in a small square not far away. Everything looks peaceful and peaceful.

It was as if the female ghost floating in mid-air with her long tongue sticking out just now was his hallucination.

Bai Miao squeezed the space between his eyebrows, he is so sleepy now that he sees double images in front of his eyes, could it be that he is too tired?

He hurriedly took a shower, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep completely.

This time, I fell into a dark sleep.

When Bai Miao was awakened by his own hunger, he slowly got up and went downstairs to look for food.

The wontons are filled with big fillings, and the fillings are sweet and salty. Although it is a small restaurant, the taste is surprisingly good.

Bai Miao ate a few mouthfuls of wonton noodles, and the hot soup flowed into his stomach, warming his whole body.

"Old Zhu, pack a wonton, the old rules."

A female voice sounded, Bai Miao looked up and found that it was a charming woman wearing a woven bag and a long red dress.

He couldn't help but sized up the woman in the red dress, feeling vaguely familiar.

Sure enough, the female ghost he thought he saw was actually a woman in a red dress.

The woman in the red dress noticed Bai Miao's gaze.

When she saw his face clearly, her eyes lit up, and her gaze wandered over his face like a snake.

Bai Miao calmly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and ate the noodles.

But the woman in the red dress walked to Bai Miao's desk, her green fingers covered with bright red nail polish lightly tapped the table, her red lips slightly curled up: "Little handsome guy, do you want to add a WeChat account?"

"Sorry," Bai Miao shrugged, "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

The woman in the red dress frowned, stared at Bai Miao with interest for a moment, and then took two steps closer.

Bai Miao chewed the wonton, thinking about how to get rid of this woman.

However, just as the woman in the red skirt stood still next to Bai Miao, she suddenly backed up a few steps and slammed into a table.

Bai Miao looked up at her suspiciously, but saw that she picked up the packed wontons with a pale face and flew away.

weirdo.

Bai Miao let out a long sigh of relief after filling her stomach with constant protests. After returning home and turning on the mobile phone she had left at home, she found that she had received several WeChat messages.

Glancing over the group chat with red dots on, Bai Miao's eyes fell on the red dot of "Professor Xu".

Bai Miao didn't click on it at all, just press and hold to delete, and added a one-stop blackout service.

He got up and walked to an empty room with only a folding table, many easels and various painting utensils piled up in a mess, and lifted the soft cloth covering the table, revealing a framed ink painting.

In the painting, white snow weighs on the branches and red plums are in full bloom. A tall man in black robe stands behind the red plums and looks slightly sideways.

A few blood-like red plums just stretched out, covering the man's eyebrows and eyes with the heavy snow of goose feathers.

It is cold and distant, as small as a distant mountain.

He looked at the painting quietly for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he looked up and around, and chose a suitable place to hang it up.

……

The efficiency of the police station is quite high, a reward of [-] is offered, and the money after deducting taxes will arrive quickly.

Bai Miao quickly bought furniture and various necessary electrical appliances, and went to a familiar painting store to fill up the required painting materials.

After spending most of the money he earned from offering the reward, he got off the bus and walked home in the afterglow of the setting sun with his big and small bags.

Shopkeepers preparing dinner and the night market are clattering and laying tables and chairs on the sidewalk. Many students and parents are passing through the narrow streets. Children playing football in the square are screaming and laughing, rampaging.

Bai Miao avoided the elementary school students running wildly, suddenly something rolled over from the direction of the square, and bumped into Bai Miao's feet.

He was about to kick the ball back to the square, when he glanced down, his raised foot froze suddenly, and he almost missed it in one breath.

The thing rolling around his feet was clearly the head of a child with blue skin and staring eyes!

Bai Miao took a step back abruptly, what's going on?

Homicide case?Dismember?Throwing the corpse here?

He pursed his white lips and reached out to touch his phone, but the children beside him were still jogging and running, and the parents carrying plastic bags chatted and walked by, without any response.

Bai Miao, who was about to dial 110, realized something was wrong belatedly. Could they not see this head on the ground?

The sound of stomping footsteps came.

Out of the corner of Bai Miao's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small figure running towards the square, bent down and hugged the scary child's head.

He turned his head subconsciously, and immediately met a pair of eyeballs looking up.

Hey!

The one holding his head was actually a headless child with nothing on his neck!

The headless child leaned against the blood-red and erosive fracture of the neck, the eyeballs of the head in his hand rolled, and he tilted his head to look at him with wide eyes.

Holding the phone, Bai Miao took a deep breath, and cursed under the eyes of the people around him who looked at him suspiciously: "Why are there rats everywhere here? See if I don't complain about those guys who don't do anything with taxpayers' money..."

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes away in disinterest, and continued to buy vegetables and bargain for prices.

The headless child holding his head stared at Bai Miao for a while, and after being called by his friends in the square, he tossed the head in his hand, raised his foot with a smile and kicked it vigorously, and kicked his head back to the square while running .

...Don't ask why the headless child laughed, it was the head that rolled on the ground.

Bai Miao didn't pay attention at first, but only now did he realize that the "children" in the square not far away are more or less strange.

He didn't dare to look any further, turned around stiffly, and rushed home as fast as he could.

What's the matter?Could it be some new tricky show?

Bai Miao tried to use science to explain what he saw before and save his precarious view of the world, but no one told him that he was tricked, and that head was too fucking realistic!

Bai Miao turned on the computer irritably and tried to search for something, when she suddenly saw a pop-up message.

[The staff in a haunted house in a certain place pretended to be ghosts so realistically that they frightened the tourists...]

So those are supposed to be silicone heads and silicone suits...

Bai Miao comforted herself a bit before calmly letting out a sigh of relief.

It's a materialistic scientific world where ghosts don't exist.

Certainly none exist.