“Let’s get the one who asked for Crane.Please search for the most complete!The fastest novel he should know."Chen Xiaoqiu said.

“Does he know he’ll make that?”Guo Yujie was doubtful.

"He didn't know there was a bunch of bear children coming to die."The skinny answer.

“Has Qin Weiwei changed his temperament because of this?”The fat man raised a possibility.

The skinny man made an expression of sudden understanding.

Guo Yujie's expression followed.

I took my phone and didn’t move.

I’m still thinking about that problem.

Whose ghost did I meet?

This question I have not been able to answer.

I continued to dream that night, the scene in the dream was still strange, and in the field of vision was a book of work and two white tender hands.

I’ve been graduating for years, and I can’t tell her age just from the math homework this girl is writing.The pen she held was an automatic pencil, the one with no pattern, solid color, and a eraser.This kind of pen has been like a day for decades, and I can't judge the approximate year from this pen.

Fortunately, the girl finished the last question and closed the homework book, which showed me her school, class and name on her book.

Yucai High School High School (4) Bam Xiaodan.

I will record that name.

Bu Xiaodan put the workbook in the bag on the side, and took out another job from it.

Put it on the ground, leaning against the side of the desk.When he was working, he stooped and leaned over, and the ponytail crossed the back of his neck.

I felt the back of my neck cool and my heart beat faster.I quickly discerned that it felt not of my own, but of Bu Xiaodan.

Bu Xiaodan's heartbeat was like a wild horse, an out-of-control car, but she did not feel anything.

My own feelings are heart-wrent and angry.

Chang Ying, Yang Yang died, now, another flower girl is going to die in the hands of the evil ghost!

In addition to these three girls, how many people have been killed by her?

I even began to suspect that Qin Weiwei's school out of the matter, really because of Qianlan's family's soul?Qin Weiwei is also a high school student!Is this demon dedicated to a high school girl?

I suddenly noticed something else in my vision.Also placed on the edge of the writing desk, thrown on the ground, the same is a bag, but not a bag, but the kind of shoulder canvas bag with the name of the school printed on it: the dream ballet school.

I shuddered.

The ballet?

Bu Xiaodan had straightened up and put the new homework and textbooks in front of him.

My vision had to turn.

There was a small alarm clock on the writing table, palm-sized, round, and a cartoon princess printed on the clock face, but the color was very bad, and the original white princess now looked like a Latin American blood.The alarm clock reflected a shadow.

After copying a line of text, he noticed the strange dark shadow on the alarm clock.At this time, her heart rate was four times the ticking of the second hand.I could feel the tremors in her chest.

He stared at the alarm clock for a moment and turned his head doubtfully.

The demon stood behind her, still some distance from her, and looked at her.

Bu Xiaodan's heart suddenly stopped and his body fell from his chair.

It sounded like a command.

The devil began to act at this time.

Her neck was broken, her head on the back.She staggered forward, falling all the way down her arms and internal organs.When she arrived at Bu Xiaodan, her knees were broken, her body fell down, her back folded head was slammed, and her bloody face was facing the collapsed boo-dan.

Bu Xiaodan's heart screamed in fear, but her heart could not even beat it.

The devil's hand touched Bu Xiaodan's cheek as if he were examining it.The result was not to satisfy her.She withdrew her hand, stood up, the wound on her neck had been restored, the knee was connected, the entrails that flowed out gradually disappeared, the wounds slowly healed, and the broken arm seemed to be just invisible, now re-emerging.

Bu Xiaodan looked at all this in horror, and watched the evil ghost not look at her again, turned away, and every step of the way, the body was a little.

In the moment of disappearing, the evil spirit suddenly trembled and made an uneasy roar: "Come back... come back!"

It was like being crushed by a meat grinder, and her figure "poof" became fleshy mud, and was crushed into powder by invisible forces, completely dissipated in the air.

I was shocked by a cold sweat.

The terrible death of the devil and the strange heartbeat of the dead I was actually used to it, but the last scene of this dream made me shudder.

What could easily have killed the devil?

Is it a Daoist?Or some other evil monster?

At that moment, I felt threatened.I have not encountered threats in my dreams, not that I have not seen the death of a living person and the death of a ghost, but I have never seen anyone so overbearing, who has died so simply, there is no room for resistance.

I had a flash in my head, and it was too early to pay attention to the time, so I called Gumou.

Gu Mu was awakened by my noise and listened to my stupor talk about the dream again.

Finally, I asked, “Does Ye Qing’s fist have such an effect?”

“No.”Gumou gave me the first sound after my phone call, very simple.

I was surprised, “No?”

“No.”Gumou definitely, "Leafs kill ghosts, that is directly disappeared, not so exaggerated special effects."I said, do you have your own brain to make up this cool special effect?”

"Certainly not."I blacked out my face, “What do I do with my brain?”

"Well, then, when I didn't say it."

Gumou hung up the phone directly.

I changed clothes and washed breakfast, went to the office, faced my really good partner, said last night's dream experience, better than the bad audience in ancient America.

“Bhutei’s high school boojoicing?”“The Ballonial School?”Chen Xiaoqiu is concerned about the clue.

Thin son and Guo Yujie discuss the strange death of a female ghost.

“So the girl is dead?”The fat man asked, “What ghost did you meet with that guy?”

I still haven’t answered this question.

"Maybe it's just a short time since I've been dead, so Chigo can still dream."The skinny said.

“It should not be.I saw that alarm clock, very old style, and printed rough cartoon characters."I shook my head in denial.

“Is there such an alarm clock?”The skin is doubtful.

None of us know that.

The skinny asked, I couldn’t even tell.Anyway, I haven't seen this alarm clock in years, but who knows if there are still small workshops in production?

Chen Xiaoqiu went with Chen Yihan.By Chen Yihancha Chao Xiaodan's death time, everything is clear.

When he returned to the office before work, Chen Xiaoqiu got an answer from Chen Yihan.

“B Xiaodan of Yucai Middle School died in 1999, the same day as Yang Yang and Changying, and at the same time.”Chen Xiaoqiu said, "The specific time was not recorded at that time."

“This...” I became more and more doubtful.

"Also, that dream ballet school."Chen Xiaoqiu then said, “One day in 1999, all twelve students in a senior class died.Yang Yang, Changying, and Bu Xiaodan are all students in this class.”