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Darkness engulfed the scene before him. Mo Xiaoling's panicked cries started again.

I felt Mo Xiaoling slipping off the sofa and falling to the ground, groping for her cell phone and turning it off.

The man's voice continued. He called Mo Xiaoling's name as gently as possible to ask her to calm down.

Mo Xiaoling couldn't hear a word. She just wanted to turn off the call, hide herself, and end everything.

Mo Xiaoling's hand touched her slightly cold body. That should be Sister Hei's body.

She grabbed Sister Hei's hand and asked anxiously: "Mobile phone! Where did you throw my mobile phone! It was you who made the call!!" She already hated Sister Hei to death.

Sister Hei was so angry that she had no way to answer Mo Xiaoling's question. However, she still weakly grabbed Mo Xiaoling's hand, trying to hint something.

Mo Xiaoling had no intention of guessing, so she pushed Sister Hei away and continued searching.

The man sighed: "Are you in Boya Green Garden? I'm already here."

The sound of the car door closing came from the phone.

"Which building are you in? Which floor and room?" The man continued to ask, calm and calm.

Mo Xiaoling stopped moving, a little at a loss.

"Xiaoling, Lingling, which floor and room are you on?" the man asked again.

"Building 7, 7003." Azhuang answered the question.

The man on the other end of the phone paused and agreed.

The call still didn't hang up.

Mo Xiaoling collapsed on the ground.

Her face was tear-stained and had dried to a point of discomfort.

Mo Xiaoling didn't wipe it, she just sat there, as if her soul had been sucked out, her head was empty and she didn't think about anything.

The doorbell rings quickly.

There was a noise next to him, as if someone was getting up from the ground.

Mo Xiaoling stopped her ability, and Azhuang should have regained his mobility.

When Mo Xiaoling heard this movement, she felt like she was waking up from a dream. She suddenly became alert and her first reaction was to kill Azhuang. She was worried about what Azhuang would do, kidnap men as hostages, kill men as revenge, or say something that shouldn't be said.

At this time, another voice came from the phone.

"Please open the door. Lingling, don't do anything. Wait for me to come over."

This sentence made Mo Xiaoling's body stiffen as she sat upright.

Azhuang walked to the door, his steps a little slow. When the door opening prompt sounded and the door lock opened, Mo Xiaoling's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

The elevator door opened outside, and someone came in wearing leather shoes.

The call was hung up. The man's voice appeared at the door of the room and greeted Azhuang politely.

The skin on the back of Mo Xiaoling's neck seemed to be touched by a cold blade, and her whole body trembled slightly, waiting for the verdict.

It only takes a moment for the head to fall to the ground.

The man changed his shoes politely, and the sound of slippers continued from the door to Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling could no longer restrain her trembling, but she held her neck, raised her head, and widened her eyes, as if she was staring at the man.

Her vision was dark, but the appearance of a man was pictured in her mind. That person's face should be filled with disappointment, disgust, and indifference...

A warm hand pressed on the top of Mo Xiaoling's head, making Mo Xiaoling stunned.

The hand moved to the corner of Mo Xiaoling's eyes.

"Can't you see?" The gentle words made Mo Xiaoling's eyes moisten.

The tears were quickly wiped away.

Mo Xiaoling was helped up by a pair of hands and returned to the sofa to sit down.

She burst into tears and cried uncontrollably.

Those hands held her, and the man spoke to coax her. She didn't hear those words clearly, but she felt calm inside.

I don't know what emotions to feel.

For another person, this would probably be a touching scene.

But Mo Xiaoling's killing without batting an eye makes people dislike her.

I found that the sounds began to fade away again. Light shone into the darkness.

Not a very strong light, just a little moonlight.

The young Mo Xiaoling was still sitting in the public garden of the community, but the boy was missing beside her.

The boy was taken away by his mother and taken to the hospital.

Mo Xiaoling recalled the woman's anxiety and panic, and also recalled the resentful look she gave her last.

I still remember that woman's face. Even though many years have passed, that woman has not changed much. She is the "Sister Ji" who told Mo Xiaoling's mother about the haunting. The unconscious boy is her son Wan Jisheng, the man Mo Xiaoling cares about.

The two are childhood sweethearts. They have been neighbors in the same community since they were young, but they don't spend much time playing together. The mothers of the two families were on good terms with each other, but Mo Xiaoling's ability made her have a cold relationship with everyone.

Mo Xiaoling did not go home, and no one came to see her.

It wasn't until the neighborhood committee aunt patrolling the community discovered her and exclaimed that Mo Xiaoling raised her head and stopped being immersed in memories.

"Are you that Lingling..." The aunt said in a complicated tone, "It's already late, you should go back quickly."

She urged Mo Xiaoling to go home, but Mo Xiaoling didn't move and she didn't come to pull her. Another person traveling with her discussed with her for a while and then walked towards the residential building where Mo Xiaoling's home was located. After that, there was a very loud quarrel over there.

"...Either she dies or I die!!" The sharp and high-pitched female voice probably woke up the entire community.

Mo Xiaoling was indifferent.

The police finally came.

Those quarrels seemed to have nothing to do with Mo Xiaoling.

She doesn't know what to do or where her future lies. She is like an autistic child who just doesn't think about anything, doesn't do anything, and stays motionless.

The neighborhood committee then sent her to the police station and stayed in the police station's on-duty room. She didn't object either.

There must be a big communication problem with her grandparents. There are elderly people on one side and children on the other. It is not easy to accommodate them. Mo Xiaoling was taken to a place similar to an orphanage.

As soon as the dream scene changed, Mo Xiaoling was called out by the aunt in the welfare home, saying she wanted to meet her little brother.

When they arrived at the reception room, Mo Xiaoling saw Wan Jisheng.

Wan Jisheng's mother was talking to the staff. She only glanced at Mo Xiaoling and then looked away. However, this time, there was no resentment in her eyes, but some sympathy and embarrassment.

Wan Jisheng was smiling and looked bad, but he was in good spirits.

Mo Xiaoling was stunned.

"I told my mother that I fainted on my own. Don't be afraid." Wan Jisheng whispered to Mo Xiaoling, "They are all old-fashioned people who are afraid of ghosts and are afraid of seeing ghosts. In fact, it's nothing. . Superman said that people are afraid of power beyond ordinary people."

Wan Jisheng is serious, like all middle school boys of this age. He regards the lines on TV as wise words and the characters on the screen as his heroes.

"This is equivalent to your super power. With this power, either there is a special bloodline in your family, or fate has chosen you. You will definitely become a very powerful person." Wan Jisheng encouraged, enthusiastically He took Mo Xiaoling's hand.

Mo Xiaoling subconsciously wanted to break free, but failed.

Wan Jisheng's eyes were bright and his hand holding hers was a little cold. His body temperature is no longer what it was before.

Mo Xiaoling didn't notice it, but felt that those hands were extremely warm.

"Aren't you afraid?" Mo Xiaoling asked softly.

"I'm not afraid. You won't harm me." Wan Jisheng said carelessly, "Superpowers must be used to save people. You will definitely become a hero."

He believed so and enthusiastically gave Mo Xiaoling advice on how to use Mo Xiaoling's abilities to help others.

This is a game for two children.

However, Mo Xiaoling's ability is not a toy.

Thanks to the melon-eater Qian Xi for pointing out the bug. The previous article has been modified. The first person Mo Xiaoling killed was her mother.

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