Aoba Office

Ouyang's father said impatiently: "Maybe they didn't close the door properly..."

"Including the main door downstairs, there are four doors." Ouyang said.

"Okay, it's just a coincidence. Stop thinking nonsense!" Ouyang's father also became tough.

Ouyang closed his mouth.

"Okay, okay, there are so many things today... Xiaoxiao, you should go to bed early and go to bed." Ouyang's mother smoothed things over.

Ouyang didn't answer, went directly into the bedroom and closed the door.

Wu Chenxi followed in.

I saw Ouyang sitting on the ground leaning against the door, clutching his arms with both hands, and his body was shaking slightly.

"It's me...it's all because of me..." Ouyang's voice came out of his throat.

Her eyes were unfocused and her head was leaning against the door.

Wu Chenxi squatted in front of Ouyang and kept repeating the same words: "Xiaoxiao, listen to me, it has nothing to do with you. Your aunt is leaving on her own. She went to see your aunt and uncle. They are together, really. Laughter Smile, listen to me. You hear my voice... Please, listen to me, this has nothing to do with you. Smile, do you hear it?"

Ouyang's eyes moved.

Wu Chenxi was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

However, after Ouyang's eyes moved, the focus of his eyes did not stop on Wu Chenxi's face, but moved to the back of Wu Chenxi.

Wu Chenxi turned around and saw Ouyang's desk, which had a lot of things on it.

Wu Chenxi looked at the desk and then at Ouyang. She wanted to know what Ouyang was looking at.

"Xiaoxiao, what do you want to do?"

she asked, her own gaze slowly changing from searching to fixed.

My heart skipped a beat at the same time as hers.

Wu Chenxi hurriedly said to Ouyang: "Xiaoxiao, don't scare me!"

Ouyang held the door with his hands, stood up, raised his feet and passed through Wu Chenxi's body, heading towards the desk. Her outstretched hand grasped the utility knife in the pen holder.

"Smile!" Wu Chenxi rushed forward in a hurry, but his body passed through Ouyang's body.

"Smile! Smile! Smile! Why, why can't I touch you! Why... someone is coming! Aunt Ouyang, uncle! Someone is coming! Anyone can! Someone is coming!" Wu Chenxi shouted, waving his arms. , but it always cuts across Ouyang's body and the utility knife.

Ouyang pushed with his thumb, and the blade protruded from the plastic case. With trembling hands, she moved the knife edge towards her neck.

"No! Xiaoxiao!" Wu Chenxi shouted like crazy.

My heart was beating wildly.

I exerted enough strength to break free and reach out to grab Ouyang, but what I felt was still Wu Chenxi's movements.

Wu Chenxi's hand passed through Ouyang's hand again.

Ouyang closed his eyes and pressed down the hand holding the utility knife. The blade pressed against the flesh of her neck but did not cut the skin.

This kind of utility knife costing only a few yuan is not sharp. The one in Ouyang's hand looks like it has been used for a long time.

Wu Chenxi and I recovered from our almost stopped breathing.

Wu Chenxi exhaled heavily and said tremblingly: "Don't be stupid, smile. Xiaoxiao, put it down quickly... put it down..."

Ouyang still couldn't hear her voice. Her eyes were still closed, her body was shaking, and her arms were moving slightly.

"No, Xiaoxiao, no..." Wu Chenxi kept crying. The tears welled up in her eyes and disappeared. Her vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

As Ouyang's arm moved, the utility knife opened a gash on her neck.

Wu Chenxi almost collapsed.

I could see clearly that the opening was not deep. After all, this utility knife has a dull edge.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Ouyang is not a crazy pervert, it is impossible for her to commit suicide with just such a knife. It is impossible for a normal person to use such a dull knife to scratch the same wound repeatedly.

The only sound in the room was Wu Chenxi's crying.

She fell to her knees on the ground, crying and trying to pull Ouyang's pants down, begging her not to continue hurting herself.

Click!

The utility knife passed through Wu Chenxi's hand and fell to the ground, with a little blood on the blade.

Wu Chenxi raised his head.

Ouyang looked down at the utility knife, touched the wound on his neck with his fingers, and suddenly smiled, "It's really not suicide...it's not suicide...how could such a knife...how could there be so much blood..."

Ouyang's tears fell down and landed on Wu Chenxi's face.

The tears of the two people seemed to mix together, passing through Wu Chenxi's body, and finally leaving droplets of water on the floor.

"Xixi...I'm sorry...it was me who killed you...aunt...it was all me..." Ouyang bit his lip, the corner of his mouth was bitten by her, and blood came out, "What should I do? Xixi, What should I do? Ugh..."

She rubbed her eyes hard and gasped loudly.

"Xiaoxiao, don't think about it." Wu Chenxi stood up and wanted to hug Ouyang in panic.

Ouyang put down his hand and still couldn't see Wu Chenxi. She turned to look out the window.

Wu Chenxi stepped forward and stood in front of Ouyang, "Smile!"

Ouyang raised his feet and passed through Wu Chenxi's ghost.

I was anxious and angry.

It was also suicide, but the difference between Ouyang and her aunt was huge.

I can accept the old lady's choice to die calmly, but it is impossible to watch this little girl Ouyang rashly choose to end her life because of this misunderstanding and self-blame!

Ouyang!

"Smile!"

Wu Chenxi and I shouted together.

I heard two voices, not the shouts of Wu Chenxi and I, but the shouts of Wu Chenxi and the sound of opening the door.

For a moment, I felt a chill running down my spine.

I knew something was coming in!

Wu Chenxi's voice stopped suddenly and he stood there blankly.

Even Ouyang, who was already walking towards the window, couldn't help but stop.

She looked at the bedroom door in confusion.

"Run away, hurry up, smile..." Wu Chenxi's eyes widened and he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

I can already feel what that thing is!

That stone spirit!

It’s that tourmaline stone spirit!

More terrifying than what I had experienced the previous two days at school.

That thing...

Wu Chenxi's teeth began to chatter and his body trembled.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

Strange footsteps gradually approached the bedroom from outside.

Ouyang turned around and looked at the door suspiciously.

Click!

The door handle was twisted.

"Mom...Mom?" Ouyang asked, his tone hesitant.

Squeak——

The door was slowly pushed open.

Wu Chenxi's breathing and heartbeat quickened, and he stared at the door of the room without blinking.

The first thing that came into her vision was a hand.

It was a strange hand, made of stone. The small stones are like finger joints, strangely connected together.

The color of the stone is a bit gorgeous, like a beautiful luminous lamp, or a container filled with fireflies, with a light source inside that turns on and off.

As the door opened, the thing outside the door came in, and its full view also appeared in Wu Chenxi's field of vision.

If the thing's hands are basically human-like, its body is just a big stone, without a head, and only has a stone as its body, and the body is connected to the limbs spliced ​​together by the stones.

There are many cracks of different depths on the big stone, and some deep marks in the middle seem to be the eyes of this thing. Those eyes were crooked and looked full of malice.

Wu Chenxi's mouth was enlarged and he needed to work hard to breathe normally.

Shi Shijing turned his body so that his eyes met Wu Chenxi.

Wu Chenxi's breathing that seemed to be about to expire stopped.

Her heartbeat became more violent.

The big stone is also glowing, probably because it is larger and has a larger internal light source.

I could clearly see that those light sources were people crowded together!

The light source seemed to be pushed by a force, squirming inside the stone and changing its position.

As a result, Wu Chenxi's face was pushed out from a pile of glowing human bodies.

Wu Chenxi's frightened face when she was about to die was probably exactly the same as her current expression.