Ruan Yuxia shuddered and withdrew her hand to her chest. She suppressed her trembling body, bit her lip, and slowly crouched down and shrunk up.

I could feel her pain.

What she held in her hand was fluffy and soft to the touch, but the aura that emanated from it was terrifying.

Ruan Yuxia opened her mouth and exhaled silently, calming herself down.

Gradually, she got used to the curse emanating from the thing. She got up from the ground and shook it twice before she stood still, and turned to look at the roadside stall.

Tong Shuai is still selling things, there are many people who watch it, but few people buy it.

However, after more than half an hour, another girl took out her wallet.

Ruan Yuxia's hand clenched into a fist had already loosened. The hands are empty.

She drew the gourd in the same way and stole the pendant again from the girl who bought it.

It's another ordeal.

When Tong Shuai closed the stall and left, she breathed a sigh of relief, dragged her heavy body, and walked to the school.

Past the back door of the school, there is a garbage room. Ruan Yuxia should have some understanding of this. She squatted next to the garbage room for a long time, holding her body, until three or four o'clock in the morning, when she heard the movement of the car, she raised her head.

The garbage truck drove over, and someone got out of the car and opened the door to the garbage room.

Ruan Yuxia walked to the back of the garbage truck and stretched out her hand, with a few more plush pendants in her palm. She was about to throw the pendants away when she stopped.

Ruan Yuxia looked at the workers of the sanitation bureau and withdrew her hand.

She watched them busy, and she didn't dislike being dirty. After the others cleared the garbage from several large garbage bins and closed the door of the garbage room again, she watched the car go away.

Ruan Yuxia stood there for a while, looking down at the few pendants she was hooking in her hands. She walked to the back of the garbage room.

There is a green belt there. The growth of the plants is not very good.

Ruan Yuxia walked all the way to the depths of the green belt, squatted down, dug a pit with her bare hands, and buried the pendants in it.

Her hands were covered in mud and black.

Ruan Yuxia stared at her hand for a long time before she got up sluggishly and went to the sink next to the garbage room.

The faucet was unscrewed, and the water was gurgling. Ruan Yuxia kept rubbing her palms and fingers as if she was about to rub off her hands.

In addition to the cold feeling of cold water, there is also that ominous aura remaining on his hands. It's like the fishy smell left after processing fish and shrimp, and it can't be washed off after washing it dozens of times.

Ruan Yuxia's eyes overflowed with tears, mixed with tap water.

She felt sad, uncomfortable, like she was sick.

But in the evening, she still went downstairs to the boys' dormitory and waited for Tong Shuai.

Tong Shuai went to his rented room, and when he came down, he carried the big cloth bag.

Ruan Yuxia followed expressionlessly.

I don't know how long she repeated this life.

The dream skipped a lot of content, as if it had been edited by someone, and I only saw messy footage clips.

In the distance, the street lamps were bright to the point of a somewhat harsh glow. Nearby, there was Ruan Yuxia sitting on the ground.

She curled up her legs, her hands on her knees, the notebook in her hand, her forehead resting on it.

I heard her crying.

"I'm sorry ......"

Ruan Yuxia's sobs were mixed with vague words.

A lot of images pop up in my head.

In the lobby of the hotel, there are several tables of people, holding wine glasses, talking and laughing, including students and social figures. There is also a banner hanging on the wall of the hall, which is the hometown association of Minqing Jiaotong University seaside. My vision kept shaking, as if I was looking for something.

In the flashing image, I seemed to see a familiar face.

The scene passed quickly.

I was back on the lively campus, where bustling students were flocking to the dorm area. It was supposed to be the end of the last class of the evening.

When I turned my head, there was a figure on the quiet path next to me. The man walked in from outside the school gate and staggered down the path without street lights.

There was a familiar ominous aura on the man's body.

I seemed to hear the sound of the key and saw a small object falling out of the man's pocket.

In an instant, a name appeared in my mind - Chen Yiqian!

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Ruan Yuxia's voice brought me back to those memories.

She had already discovered that on the day she was "absent", Tong Shuai sold things out.

"It's not your fault." I blurted out, looking down at Ruan Yuxia's head.

She's a lot older than me. When she died, I wasn't even born.

But at this moment, I seemed to be looking at a little girl, looking at my sister.

"It's not your fault. You've done a great job. You've done a great job. You saved a lot of people. I said, reaching out and touching the top of her head.

My hand touched the notebook.

All of a sudden, a lot of images appeared in front of my eyes.

There is Ruan Yuxia's face, a confused look, a shy look, and a curious look...... After that, it changed into a boy's face.

That face is a little familiar.

Sometimes he was serious, sometimes he yawned.

Sometimes, he can be seen fighting with his classmates, showing a big smile.

"Hey, lend me your notes, Ma Guoping!"

The boy's voice made me feel excited.

I woke up and opened my eyes to find myself looking at the ceiling of my bedroom.

It wasn't a scary dream, but my heart was beating fast, so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Damn it...... Ma Guoping......

Director Ma?!

I forgot to breathe all of a sudden, and I also forgot about Ruan Yuxia and Tong Shuai.

I grabbed my hair, and my brain was a mess.

After a long while, I picked up my phone and skillfully opened the call log.

In the call list, Wu Ling's name is at the top.

"Good morning, Lynch." Wu Ling's voice was calm, "Do you know who the owner of the notebook is?" ”

"Ah......h

"What's wrong?"

I rubbed my head, "Not so sure...... But...... Ma Guoping...... Director Ma of the Demolition and Relocation Office is now in charge of the overall publicity work...... I hadn't asked his school before...... He ......"

I'm a little incoherent.

Director Ma's serious face, every time he saw it, it was as if someone else owed him money. And his eyes, that critical gaze......

Although, everyone has a young age......

No, no, it's not a question of thinking about Director Ma's youth.

Director Ma of the Demolition and Relocation Office has a relationship with the ghosts that Aoba has been in contact with before......

I just felt an inexplicable chill that was refreshing.

"The people of your demolition office?" Wu Ling's tone also brought surprise in his tone, and he let out an "oh" again, "Ma Guoping?" I'll let Nangong Yao check it. If it were him, I'd send him the notebook. ”

"Is this okay?" I hesitated.

"There was nothing wrong with the notebook. Ruan Yuxia is not a ghost. You should have dreamed of her, right? Wu Ling said.

I was a little stunned, "Hmm. ”

I couldn't help Ruan Yuxia with anything.

"Although the time interval is a little long, it is the best result to be able to fulfill her wish." Wu Ling didn't know if he was comforting me or simply stating the facts.

I hung up the phone, still a little nervous.

However, it is time to go to work, and you still have to go to work.

I arrived at the unit with a strange feeling.

I was relieved that Commissioner Ma didn't come today.

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