my ghost husband

Chapter 251

"This is what we do, so what else can we do?"

"It's quite windy tonight."

"The doors and windows in this dormitory are all closed. Why is the wind still blowing in? Hey, the white cloth on the corpse has been blown away. Go and pull it."

"Why don't you go?"

"Aren't I older than you? Go, go, if the family members come up after a discussion and see that their children are not covered with white cloth, won't there be another quarrel?"

Their voices stopped here.The voice was very low, and I listened intermittently.

A few seconds later, a gust of wind blew in through the crack of the door, and the little paper doll also came in. Zong Sheng stretched out his hand, and the paper doll floated on his palm.A child's voice was heard in my mind saying: "Brother, the corpse was drained of blood from the neck. There was no blood on the bed. The blood disappeared after flowing out of the neck. The corpse was pale and emaciated, with sunken cheeks and eyes. Even the fingertips are obviously shriveled and dehydrated. It feels like the blood has been sucked dry instead of bloodletting. Within two miles around the corpse, there is no soul of the deceased. Her soul should also be Take it away."

"Thank you, Junior Brother." After Zong Sheng finished speaking, the little paper figurine burned.The flames were not big, but miraculously, a circular light came out.In the circular firelight, the situation of the corpses in the dormitory over there was shown.A corner of the white cloth on the corpse was blown up, exposing the face and hands of the corpse.

I saw that picture too, and almost cried out.That was not a person at all, but a mummy.Not just blood, but even moisture. "

After the fire was extinguished and the little paper figurine was burned, Zong Sheng stood up from the ground and said, "It is basically certain now that Jingjing's blood is in Shen Jien's blood vat. Jingjing was poured wine by them." During the physical examination, it should be confirmed, and then I will find a suitable time to draw her blood and soul."

"Yes, are you sure it's Shen Jien?"

"It's generally impossible for two people to do such a perverted thing in a city at the same time. It's unlucky for us to meet one in our lifetime."

"Then Jingjing, don't care about it?"

"You want to help her?"

Zong Sheng asked, I hesitated myself.help her?How can I help?But don't help, and feel that Jingjing is quite pitiful if she doesn't care about her like this.Didn't it mean that after a person dies, the soul will become a ghost after a period of time?That Jingjing's soul is gone now...

"Zong Sheng, tell me, will Jingjing be controlled in the Shann Hotel like that 13-year-old kid and Wang Gan?"

"Perhaps, now that the Shane Hotel is closed and there is no flow of people, their formation cannot be operated, and there is no way to draw the yin energy nearby and turn it into wealth luck. Then they can only supplement it with the method of soul."

"Isn't Jingjing the same as that 13-year-old child, very pitiful?"

"You want to help her?"

"After all, they are classmates."

Zong Sheng looked at me, then took out a small knife, and said, "Count from one to ten, and then you scream, attracting the police over there, and I slipped to the dormitory over there to get some of her hair. See if there is a way to bring Zhang Jingjing out of the Shane Hotel. Are you ready?"

"Huh? Me? I just called out?"

"Yes! Then make up a reason and delay them for a while. If I succeed, I will jump off the balcony instead of going through the main entrance of the dormitory."

"Jump off? Zong Sheng..."

"Count it, and delay it. If their parents come up, they will have no chance."

Seeing Zong Sheng's confident appearance, he was already standing behind the door of the dormitory, so I calmed down and started counting. "One, two, three,... ten." Then he took a deep breath, hugged the quilt, and shouted loudly: "Ah~"

I promise, this is the loudest yelling I've ever yelled in my life, plus it's night, and the lights in the dormitory are basically turned off.When I shouted, the echo could be heard throughout the building.

Two or three seconds later, the police rushed in.Zong Sheng opened the door when he heard the sound, and after the police came in, he dodged and went out immediately.The policemen just came in, and I shouted so exaggeratedly, they didn't even notice that someone was going out behind them.

Even though the policeman was already standing beside me, I was still yelling "ahh".The two policemen checked around and found that there was no suspicious person or anything suspicious in the dormitory.One of the policemen came over, bent down, and patted my arm: "Hey, hello! Classmate, what's your name? Stop shouting!"

I finally stopped my voice, looking panicked.

The policeman asked again: "What happened? What's your name?"

At this time, the dormitory management aunt also came up, rushed into the dormitory and shouted: "What's the matter, what's the matter?" She was still holding a baton that didn't match her appearance.

I calmed down and said slowly: "I, I had a nightmare, dreamed, dreamed of the dormitory over there..."

The policeman said awkwardly: "Okay, okay, isn't it a dead person? Afraid of this? Then we as policemen, don't we have to suffer from insomnia and nightmares every day?"

The two policemen were not in the mood to give me psychological counseling, so they walked out of the dormitory. The auntie in the dormitory said a few words to me politely, and then walked out of the dormitory.When I got out of the dormitory, I shouted: "What are you looking at over there? What time is it? Don't you all need to sleep tonight?"

I think tonight, there should not be many people who can sleep in this dormitory.

I immediately rushed out of bed, closed the door of the dormitory, and ran to the balcony at the back, looking for Zong Sheng.Under the light not far from there, Zong Sheng was putting something into his pants pocket, and then waved back towards me.He should have succeeded.But how did he jump off such a high building?
Watching him walk to the parking lot over there, I hurried to call him.He answered the phone and said, "I'll sleep in the car. Your dormitory opens at six in the morning. If you dare not sleep, you can find me in the car as soon as you open the door."

"How did you jump off the building?" That's what I'm most concerned about, "Are you injured?"

"Haven't you seen me fight? I have a foundation in martial arts. During the summer vacation, Lao Bei would always send me to Taoist temples to learn Tai Chi. It's easy to jump off this kind of building with balconies and escape pipes. Go to sleep. Hang up."

"Zong Sheng! Don't hang up, I... I... I'm scared."

He was no longer visible on the balcony, so I went back to the dormitory, got under the quilt, and talked to him on the phone.I was worried about him just now, and I didn't think too much about cooperating with him. I just thought that I couldn't hold Zong Sheng back, and couldn't let him be discovered by the police.Now that things are over, you will be afraid.

"Now you know how to be afraid? If you want to help others, you have to bear this fear."

"Then you talk to me."

"say what?"

"Tell me about your past."

"There's nothing to say. It's fun to go to the Taoist temple, and it's very hard to practice every day. Those who go to summer vacation to experience life feel that learning Tai Chi every day is very easy and very happy. But in reality, it's a life that doesn't really go deep into the Taoist temple. Like me, Those who go there for two months every year will know the hard work and joy there. There is nothing to talk about. You talk and I listen."

That's how he is. Even if he wants to talk about his past, it's just a few words.These few words are already very good, much improved than before.

My heart was pounding, because I was afraid, I spoke slowly and cautiously at first, but later I talked to him, and I was able to laugh with him while holding my phone.

I said that after he left, his grandma would still celebrate my birthday every year and buy me beautiful clothes.Speaking of the land expropriation in the village, my uncle's family took hundreds of thousands, but after a year, there was no money left.I also said that when we were in high school, there was a girl who always said that she could see ghosts, all kinds of ghosts.There are also girls who believe in horoscopes, divination, and foreign zombies.But when she saw Master Mao's zombie movies, she said they were all fake and there were no zombies at all.At that time, I also asked her, why do you believe in foreign constellations, crystal divination, etc., but not in Chinese Feng Shui metaphysics, and believe that there are zombies in foreign countries, but there are no zombies in China?She was always furious but couldn't answer.

I told Zong Sheng a lot, and in the end, I didn't know how I fell asleep.Anyway, when I woke up, the phone was dead and turned off.And I just fell asleep on the bed, with my phone still in my arms.

Listening to the voices outside, there was a lot of crying and shouting.I just realized it was already dawn.Listening to the voice, the family members in the dormitory over there were scolding again.A woman's voice cried out: "My daughter is dead, why is her hair cut?"

Someone on the side said, "Isn't her hair always like this?"

"My daughter loves to be pretty. Her hairstyles are all done in expensive hair salons. How can one side be long and the other be short?"

"Isn't this popular now?" I recognized that the voice was our class teacher.Our class guide continued: "Besides, Jingjing died strangely. You saw it too. She also saw it clearly on the camera. She walked back to the dormitory by herself at [-] o'clock the night before yesterday. This morning, it became like this. It looks like it has been dead for half a year and has been air-dried. Do you really think that this hair was cut by someone? Maybe it was shaved by a ghost."

"Aren't you a school? The school still says this? You want my daughter to die in vain, don't you?"

"Sister, calm down and think about it carefully! I'm reminding you, don't worry about something else happening to someone else in your family."

Jingjing's parents seem to have listened to what the head teacher said, and didn't say anything more.

I quickly got out of bed, packed my things, and left the dormitory.But as soon as we opened the door of the dormitory, we saw our class guide holding a mobile phone in front of our dormitory door and said in a low voice: "Yes, it can be regarded as a bluff."

When the head teacher saw me, his expression froze for a moment, and he quickly took a few steps forward.

(End of this chapter)