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An hour later, Zhao Boyang came back, and I had been lying on the sofa like a nightmare until Zhao Boyang came back and woke me up.

"What's wrong?" After waking up, I looked at Zhao Boyang in front of me like a fog...

One...two...three...continuously overlapping, in my dream, like the landlord, there is also a woman in a red dress.

"Help me..." she said.

"She asked me to help her." I rubbed my forehead, and my headache was throbbing. I suddenly remembered that today is No. 12... which means tomorrow will be No. 13!

"Who? Who asked you to help her?" Zhao Boyang also sat down, put the information collected in my hand in an hour, looked at me hesitantly, and finally opened his mouth, "This year's three What will you do on the thirteenth of the month?"

"Cold salad, I can't die anyway, it's okay!" I stopped my spirits, no wonder, I have forgotten what day it is.While talking, the landlord actually came back again. He ran in and looked at me in horror, then looked at Zhao Boyang, and shouted: "Damn it!"

If the time goes back to an hour ago, compared to the landlord, he should be stunned like me, but these are not the key points. The key point is that I finally know the crux. There may be no problem in this house, but with This house or people related to this house will be haunted and asked to help her... Then, there must be something trapping her, not something evil, nor her body, but it should be—— ---Spells!

As for talismans, this is Mo Yan's strong point. He claims to be the descendant of Maoshan, but regardless of whether it is true or not, I have seen the power of his talisman papers with my own eyes. Know if it's a stunt?

Soon, looking for this idea, we found the spell I guessed, which was pasted under the bed in the bedroom, and we could only find it by standing up the whole bed, which cost us a lot of energy.Right after the landlord saw the talisman, I found that his face was instantly pale and pale, and he almost wanted to rush up to grab the talisman and tear it up to vent his anger. This kind of feeling is actually not incomprehensible, but it's just before I have time While persuading me, he suddenly yelled "Ah!", which made both Zhao Boyang and I baffled.

"What's your name!" Zhao Boyang yelled at this time with the momentum of a police officer.Looking at his appearance, I couldn't help but began to recall the first time he put on the police uniform. He really looked like a partner of justice.

"No... I just suddenly remembered that I have seen this kind of word somewhere... Zhao Yan used it as a mortgage a long time ago..." the landlord said dully, and took out a delicate silver lock from his wallet Peilai, one side of the pattern on it is dragon and phoenix, and the other side is the curse on the talisman paper.I don't understand these things, but even if I was confused about the things that are clearly in front of my eyes, I can guess them now!

This Zhao Yan must have killed his wife and trapped his wife's soul on this spell and this lock!But what I am most concerned about is, where is the body of this Wang Shuhua?So after I confiscated this suspicious lock pendant from the landlord under the pretext of "necessary for handling the case", I was very moved by Zhao Boyang and then went straight to several places that Zhao Yan often went to in the oral records he compiled. Among those places, I believed that Wang Shuhua's body could be found, and then I sent Xu Feng a photo of the lock... At this time, I should say the classic saying of Edogawa Conan: There is only one truth!

Smashing the wall, digging up the body, and cremating it all in one go. We found six body parts in the wall of an abandoned warehouse where Zhao Yan often haunted. They should belong to Wang Shuhua. As for why I am sure, the reason is very simple, Wang Shuhua showed up .

The shabby red nightgown was stained with her own blood. She stood calmly a few meters away from us and watched us start to dig up her body. She was silent without saying a word. Ghost.

"She's standing right behind you." I said coolly, swinging the sledgehammer harder, and my hands were numb from the shock, while Zhao Boyang was standing two meters away from me, hugging his chest and watching... …

"I can't see anyway." He didn't care about that.

More than three years ago, Wang Shuhua changed into her nightgown and went to bed as usual. It was common for her husband to stay out all night, so all she could do was secretly pray that Zhao Yan would not get drunk when she returned home.

Sometimes she even rejoiced that she did not give birth to a son and a half daughter for Zhao Yan, because if she had a child, she could only let the child suffer with her.She has no relatives in this city, and the only cousin who is related by blood is two hundred kilometers away. She has been like this all her life, because she never thought that she would go crazy and beat him to death when she was drunk. Zhao Yan, he would have killed her by mistake that night!

Zhao Yan strangled Wang Shuhua's neck until she stopped struggling. After a long time, he realized that he had strangled Wang Shuhua to death.However, he smiled instead, and then began the work of dismembering the body. Wang Shuhua's favorite red lace nightgown was stained with her own blood...

The two lock pendants and a piece of talisman obtained from friends on the road, Zhao Yan was not completely free from fear. The scene of dismemberment was too bloody and terrifying. He had nightmares every day in the first few nights. The bloody red nightgown demanded his life, and Wang Shuhua's body was hidden in the house. He realized that this was not possible, so he went to the waste gas warehouse where he often gambled that night. Construction happened nearby, and he stole some cement and bricks. They built six pieces of Wang Shuhua's body into it...

The head, the two arms, the two legs and this torso...

He has long lied about his abused wife who ran away from home and ran away, and the neighbors and landlord naturally have no doubts and don't care about his situation.Then he took the two lock pendants and the talisman paper. The talisman paper was pasted under the bed, the lock pendant was given to the landlord, and the other one was thrown to a trash collector. This was taught to him by that friend, and it was said that it was to bring bad luck. All the anger and grievances are transferred to others, and the spell suppresses Wang Shuhua's soul, so that he can't be harmed!

Who harmed whom?

Zhao Yan was at ease for another three years. Three years later, he died and committed suicide by jumping off a building, but Wang Shuhua's soul would never rest in peace...

The landlord always kept that exquisite silver lock, and Di Lingyi, who loves folk customs, picked up the lock at a roadside stall...

Regardless of good or evil, the cycle of karma in the world is so wonderful, Wang Shuhua's soul full of hatred is suppressed in the house, no one can find and see her, that's why I can't see if she is in this house On the one hand, she sought help from the landlord who should know more about their affairs, but on the other hand, she took revenge on Di Lingyi and Xu Feng.

Ghosts are unreasonable, especially those vicious ghosts.

But until I set fire to those corpses, Wang Shuhua remained very calm, and she was relieved.

On the way back, Zhao Boyang went back to my house first, and I went back to Xu Feng with a stomach full of dog blood. Xu Feng said that Di Lingyi had been in a coma for three hours, and then I took the coin that belonged to Di Lingyi. Appropriate lock wear.

There is still a problem that has not been resolved, that is, why did Wang Shuhua's revenge only start this week?Zhao Boyang's explanation for this was because Zhao Yan died.I am noncommittal.As night fell, another hour later, Xu Feng, who was taking care of Di Lingyi, also fell asleep. They hugged each other tightly, as intimate as a pair of twins returning to their mother's womb.

I looked at the night outside, walked out of this "blessed land" created by Mo Yan, and returned to my ghostly home. Zhao Boyang was reading a book this time, Marco Aurelius's "Meditations", I A favorite book.

We were relatively speechless, and in the end we could only go back to our rooms to sleep...

At [-]:[-]:[-] in the morning on March [-]th...

Have you ever felt afraid of being chased by someone?

Surrounded by a dense black fog where you can't reach your fingers, the air that originally smelled of summer heat is now exuding coolness. I tried to move forward, but I didn't feel any restraint, and there was no breath of "her" around me.

I went back to that day in my dream!

I have been in a state of disconnected thinking, unable to understand the meaning of "her" words before this thick fog enveloped me, but the only thing I know is that it is dangerous!

Just because I always shudder when I recall the way "her" looked at me at that time.

"People are often the last to confront their own weaknesses..."

She said so...

Why?I am not reconciled, why is it that the person who can't wait to execute me is..."she"...

This dream is different from the previous ones. In the dream, the female ghost in red who pestered me to change my life did not appear until the last moment. She became like "her", approaching me slowly, hugging me, stroking my head, Whispering something in my ear...

What did you say……?

"..."

What did you say……?

"..."

I still couldn't hear her, and this time she didn't choke me or do anything else that made me shudder, because she became "she"...but that's why I woke up I couldn't help trembling, I've never been like this before.

Zhao Boyang didn't know when he appeared next to me, he looked at me quietly, I didn't look at him, turned around with my head covered and fell asleep again...

Dream, dream again...

"Did you know that the pain of the human body is divided into twelve levels in medicine? The higher the level, the greater the pain you feel..."

"Although I don't look like Zhao Boyang is a medical student, but it just so happens... I am very, very, very, very, interested, interested in 'these problems'!"

It's back...the hell on earth...it's back...

bastard!You bastards!

And you!The same to you……

I want to catch you!

A nightmare that never ends.

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