Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 123 The Second Dead

I glanced downstairs, the man was already lying in a pool of blood, and he didn't see life.

"Xiaoxi, help me get the gossip mirror in my bag."

Xiaoxi walked into my bedroom and took out my whole bag. I rummaged through it by myself and took out the Eight Diagrams mirror made by myself.

I used the mirror to reflect the sunlight, and a beam of golden light shot directly into the opposite room, and finally landed on a woman in her 20s. As soon as the sunlight hit her, she squatted down and disappeared. .

Xiaoxi also saw this woman, and said as soon as she saw her: "I've seen her before, she has been in your house."

I shook the mirror, letting the sunlight swim around in the opposite room, and put away the mirror only after making sure I didn't see the woman.

"Tell me what's going on." I put the mirror into the backpack and carried the backpack on my shoulders.

"On the evening when you were away, I stayed in your house, and she knocked on the door and came in and said she came to meet new neighbors."

"Do you see any difference in her?" Xiaoxi has yin and yang eyes. Although it has been closed now, she still has yin and yang eyes. She should be able to see the difference, otherwise the hair-eating ghost back then would not have been reluctant Xiaoxi saw him.

Xiaoxi said with some embarrassment, "I didn't notice."

"You... told you not to open the door to strangers, are you venting your anger by having long ears?" I reprimanded Xiaoxi.

Xiao Xi bowed her head and said, "You obviously said that after I opened the door for her."

"I told you when I was a child. When did you hear it? You deserve to be possessed by a ghost. If I'm still in the country and don't come back, you will be killed by her sooner or later."

Xiao Xi stared at it with wide eyes, and said with a frightened expression: "Really? It's so scary." Then she patted her chest.

I was speechless, so I could only pat my forehead and say, "I'll come back later to teach you, I'll go down and have a look first, don't follow me."

"Can't I come?" Xiaoxi asked me.

I hummed, the situation below is too bloody, I'm afraid it will affect her mind.When I was a child in the house of my grandparents in the countryside, they would not let me watch the slaughtered chickens. They said that if they were under 12 years old, they would not be able to find their daughter-in-law.

There were already many people around downstairs, all residents in this community, they all guessed why he jumped off the building, no one knew that he was pushed down.

This person landed on his head first. On such a hard concrete floor, his head had been cracked long ago. The white brain and red blood were mixed together, which made his stomach feel uncomfortable.

The onlookers speculated that they might not be able to stand the fact that their son died, so they committed suicide by jumping off the building.

This time, no matter how old or young, there is no controversy, it is all a guess, because there is no other possibility.

I glanced at the corpse here, and then looked up at the window. I fell down like this, and I would definitely fall to my death. Then I looked at my own room. Xiaoxi was lying on the window and looking down. I told her He beckoned and signaled her to move her head in.

Xiaoxi grinned at me and made a face, then closed the window.

In just a short while, the police had arrived, as well as the forensic doctor. When the forensic doctor examined the body, he fiddled with him for a while and said: "There are fingerprints under the armpit, non-fatal injuries." I heard this sentence, and then changed another Sure enough, two black handprints were seen under the armpit of the deceased, which happened to be the position where he was pushed just now.

Ghosts can touch things without souls. Clothes belong to things without souls. They can touch them, but the clothes are too thin, and Yin Qi will affect the inside of the clothes. Most of the handprints appear in this way.

After watching for a while, I mourned for him, and then I was about to go upstairs, when I turned around and caught a glimpse of a figure outside the crowd.

She saw me too, fixed me for a moment and then turned and left.

I squeezed out of the crowd and followed her, but she turned to me angrily and said, "What do you want?"

"I saw you for the third time. What does the deceased have to do with you?" I asked.

"I want you to take care of it." After finishing speaking, he quickened his pace and left.

It's a person, there is no ghostly aura on her body, she shouldn't have done it, but she appears here one after another, why on earth?
But one thing is certain, she must have something to do with the deceased, whether it is this person or that young man.

"I'm a Taoist priest, you can come to me if you need something." I shouted to her back, "You can do it anytime."

After hearing that I was a Taoist priest, she stopped for a while, and then left at a faster speed. After watching her disappear, I returned to the death scene. The police have basically determined it as a suicide, and they are no longer going to investigate.

Their family members have come, there are four people in total, one should be the young man's grandmother, one is the young man's mother, and the remaining two people are about the same age as the dead on the ground. From their words, it should be that Parents of young man's girlfriend.

The old lady and the deceased's wife were very sad, and had already fainted. The two people beside them were not so sad, but the woman behaved a little strangely.

What she showed was exactly the same as what the deceased had shown before, a little dull, as if something was buried in her heart.

I walked up to her and stared at her. Other people standing next to her noticed my gaze, but she didn't feel it.

I patted her on the shoulder and asked, "Sister, are you okay?"

She smiled at me and nodded.

"Who are you who died?" I asked.

After only a short while, her spirit was already a little distracted, and she didn't understand what I was talking about, so she said a word.

I took a look at the center of her brows, because it was under the sun, so I couldn't see anything.

The young man was a little weird before the accident, and the person on the ground was the same. Now she looks weird too. Could it be her next?
It's very possible, although I don't want to care about these things, but I know something, if I don't stop it, my conscience will feel very bad.

"Have you encountered any strange things recently?" I asked her in a low voice.

She came back to her senses and said falteringly, "No."

"Could you come over to the side with me?" I said to her.

She let out an oh, and followed me out of the crowd, and the man standing next to her also walked out together, he must have thought I was a liar.

When I got outside the crowd, I asked again: "Is there really nothing strange? For example, meeting strange people, picking up strange things, seeing strange things, and even strange dreams are fine."

When I talked about the first few, she didn't respond. When I talked about the last dream, she was taken aback, and her husband who was standing next to her also gave a surprise.

"What kind of dream is it, tell me." I knew there must be some omen.

The man said: "This morning she got up and told me that she had a dream last night, dreaming that Liu Qi jumped off the building and died, but in the end she really died."

"That's it?" I asked, if it was a dream, it wouldn't be surprising.

"No, it's not like that." The woman shook her head, "I dreamed that Liu Qi told me that his son had been murdered and that he would be killed too, and then he said that I would be the next one."

When she said this, panic was written on her face, and her fear of death was fully expressed.

"What to do, they are both dead, I don't want to die." The woman said to me.

Her husband was also shocked when he heard it, and then he became anxious, and didn't regard me as a life-saving straw.

"Recall what he said to you in the dream, can you recall it verbatim?" I asked.

The woman meditated for a while, and then said: "It's over, I don't remember, I really don't remember."

"Can you estimate the time of dreaming?" I asked.

She shook her head: "how do I know."

"I know." Her husband replied quickly, "Last eleven o'clock last night, when I got up to go to the toilet, I heard her talking in my sleep. By the way, I didn't turn on the light when I got up, and I seemed to see someone standing behind the door."

I frowned, and it was indeed a ghost. It was eleven o'clock, and it was at this time that the young man answered the phone that day.

"Don't sleep tonight, the doors and windows are closed." Then I took out a few talismans from my back and gave them to her husband, "Put this on the doors and windows."

"Who are you?" he asked me.

I thought for a while: "A monk."

(End of this chapter)