I remembered it for a moment, and then I remembered the file.

I still remember that the client of that file had a strange name, Ren Pi. However, instead of being skinned by the goblins, he almost died in a car accident. Because he met a colleague with special abilities, Ren Pi hallucinated and saw the appearance of Huangquan Road, and was finally saved by him.

I remember both of them leaving Minqing in the end. I guess I want to start my life all over again.

Wu Ling suddenly mentioned this file, and my heart jumped.

"No...... People are dead, right? "This was my first thought.

I think of Jin Haifeng and Lu Qiaolan, who have similar experiences...... Both of them were tormented enough by the repeated supernatural events. Although he didn't die, he was pitiful. And the fate of people like us is to keep encountering this kind of thing, until a certain time, there is no way to escape from death, and die completely.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Wu Ling said, "No." He's alive. However, Nangong found out that his classmates began to die one after another. ”

I didn't understand for a while, "Who died?" ”

"Those classmates of Ren Pi."

"Classmates?" I don't remember mentioning Ren Pi's classmates in the file. I racked my brains to think about it.

Wu Ling had already explained to me: "It was what happened when he was in elementary school. Didn't we find out that he almost had a car accident in elementary school? That time, he was fine, and his classmates all survived. The cars were all knocked over, and there was only a group of elementary school students in the car, and they were all fine. It can be said to be a miracle. ”

"So...... They should have died then? "I don't really understand what Wu Ling means, so I can only make up my own guesses.

I thought about the plot of those horror movies. A person who survived an accident is being chased by something like death. This theme is not uncommon in horror movies. Some were about to be killed on the spot, while others reunited after many years at class reunions and discovered common secrets. There are often such plots in detective suspense films.

"It's not clear what the situation is. But Ren Pi's classmates, a total of 30 people, have died in car accidents since this year. ”

I opened my mouth.

"It can't be a pure coincidence. Although it still needs to be investigated, judging from the last incident, it should not be a ghost, but something else. I speculate that a spirit is the most likely. Now, it should be the same spirit who is doing it again. They are all deaths in car accidents, and there are similarities with the spirit of bike sharing, and we may be able to do something with this. Wu Ling said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

Wu Ling said frankly: "I haven't thought about it yet. This is just an assumption. I also need to investigate Ren Pi's affairs. You'd better keep an eye out. That shared bicycle, put it aside for the time being. Be safe yourself. ”

I was a little depressed and depressed, but I knew that Wu Ling was not wrong.

I don't have much to do but let it go.

I'm lucky. My ability to erase the spirit, and replace it with someone else, I'm afraid I can only wait for death.

I suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked Wu Ling: "If I kill it directly, will it appear again?" It's spirit. ”

Spirits are born and exist from human consciousness, and derive from those consciousnesses power beyond human beings.

I just kill it once, and the shared bicycle continues to be used, and all kinds of related things lead to related ideas, and that spirit will still appear.

I killed the game. Although the game has not appeared, it is not necessarily that it has not been born yet.

I found that I had blind spots that I hadn't thought about before, and I was even more worried.

This would not be the case with the spirits that were born at this time in this time. Didn't you notice? Bike-sharing hasn't been in the news lately. This is not a new topic. People get used to this thing and have fewer fixed ideas about it. Even if a new spirit is born, it will not be the same as the current one. ”

I thought, "But in that case, why hasn't it been affected by this kind of thinking?" I just saw it...... It's still ...... Full of malice. Very...... Evil ......"

In everyday life, the word "evil" is really not used much. When I say it, I feel even more ashamed.

But from that spirit, I could only feel "evil".

It's like a green-faced ghost, but it's not the same as a blue-faced ghost.

To talk about the difference...... It may be that there is a subtle difference between something that is evil in itself and something that is evil.

That spirit wants to kill, wants to do bad things. It itself was not born of evil.

Wu Ling didn't know the reason either.

"Maybe it's because the deep-seated thinking hasn't been changed yet. Although it is not written in the news, no one discusses it in daily life. But the original understanding is still there. It is very difficult to eradicate this kind of preconceived notion. This is also the reason why the spirit is so difficult to destroy. ”

I think about it, and it makes sense.

Another bus came. The driver shouted in the car, saying that the head office had dispatched, and there would be more cars behind us, so let's not crowd.

There have been quite a few people who have changed routes and are not waiting for this car.

Despite this, the car was particularly crowded.

I was a little overwhelmed, and when I looked up at the police car parked outside the glass window, my chest tightened even more.

The traffic police were still investigating, the ambulance pulled to the side, and the doctor pronounced the death of the cyclist.

For the sake of provocation, for the sake of demonstration, that spirit killed a man so easily.

When I arrived at the unit, I told the thin man about it.

"Let's drive to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants later, doesn't it matter?" The fat man immediately thought of this.

"Just avoid those bike-sharing, right?" The thin man said.

"How do you avoid this......" the fat man sighed.

"I'll go separately from you." I said.

To be on the safe side, this is the best thing to do.

The four of them agreed to come down.

I walked all day, and I felt depressed.

I glanced at my phone from time to time, thinking about when Wu Ling and the others would be able to find out about Ren Pi.

Probably because I had a bad face, none of the people who came to the neighborhood committee to find us today spoke to me. Director Mao was also concerned about whether I was unwell.

If it's just that you're not feeling well, it's fine.

I looked out the window.

Bike-sharing is forbidden in the community, and I can't see that thing here.

That's when my phone rang.

Wu Ling sent me a document, which was a list of Ren Pi's primary school classmates that year.

I understood what she meant, and I saw the photos of everyone's names.

When I saw a name named Zhu Yun, my eyes went black, my head sank, and I slammed directly on the table.

I heard my head slamming against the table, and I heard the screams of the thin and fat men in surprise.

Instead of sitting up, I felt my body sink deeper and deeper, sinking into the darkness.

Is it a dream?

But I didn't feel anything but darkness.

I gradually developed a feeling of fear, panic for no apparent reason.

Only, I quickly discerned that this feeling did not belong to me, but to the thoughts of another person who had entered my consciousness from the outside.

Who?

Zhu Yun?

Is Zhu Yun dead?

I didn't have time to look at the document that Wu Ling handed me in detail, I just swept the name and photo.

I was a little anxious.

The woman's cry rang out.

Low sobs, suppressed, frightened.

"Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun! Feed! ”

My eyes lit up. The whole person seemed to have been suddenly fished out of the ocean at a depth of 10,000 meters.

I saw a warm yellow glow.

In the light of the small table lamp, the face of a middle-aged man leaned over.

"Are you having a nightmare? Why do you cry all the time? The middle-aged man asked, slightly cold.

Zhu Yun had already raised his hand to wipe his face. The middle-aged man next to him pulled out a tissue and handed it over.

Zhu Yun wiped it twice, "I don't know what's wrong." It's a nightmare......"

"Go to bed early. I'm going to send my daughter to school tomorrow. The middle-aged man yawned and lay back.

With a click, the lamp was turned off.

Zhu Yun pinched the tissue and opened his eyes to look at the ceiling.

Her heart was still beating wildly.

In the silence of the night, there was a sound of snoring around me.

I don't know when, Zhu Yun's eyelids began to heavily, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

But my hairs stood on end.

I noticed that the snoring was gone.

All the sounds around were gone.

The atmosphere suddenly turned eerie.

The sound of gentle breathing appeared in Zhu Yun's ears.

Zhu Yun was a little troubled, but he hadn't come to his senses yet.

What is it?

Spirit?

What spirit?

"And, three days." The breathing thing whispered in Zhu Yun's ear, and the voice was cold, similar to a mechanical sound.

Zhu Yun woke up suddenly, his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.

"Whew! Ahh

Beside him, the man's snoring sounded again.

Good night everyone~

(End of chapter)