She was injured and escaped as quickly as possible.

The streets at night are cold and clear, and from time to time a few cool breezes are made.

She kept running, and did not know how far she ran, and gradually, the soft call came from the cold wind.

It seems to be calling her name.

媛媛媛

媛媛媛

The voice was full of sadness, but so gentle, she gradually stopped and turned to find the source of the sound.

The voice was sometimes absent, and it was not very true, and at the moment of her death she forgot everything, and forgot her name, only that she had a master, and she had to obey all her orders unconditionally.

Obviously, I had forgotten everything, but when I heard this voice, I could not say enough to move in my heart, and even the lost heart became soft.

Some fragmentary memories emerged from her mind, as if she had seen a little girl tucked away toward the grown-up, as she is now, and her feet involuntarily toward the voice.

Her steps turned from hesitation to firmness, from slow to fast, tears came out, rushed to the sound.

No matter how far away the sound was, she must find it.

Because of

That was my mother’s call.

She came out of the dark street and saw a light ahead, and in that light came the most familiar and soft cry.In this world, the sweet words of the lover of the most intoxicating voice, but the softest thing that can make people's hearts is only the call of relatives.

"Mother" she walked toward the light with tears, and as she passed through the white light, something seemed to be passing by, and for an instant, there seemed to be a whirlpool that sucked her in.

“All right, sir, madam, your children are back.

A man with a straight suit and a gentle smile on his face said to the people who were crying that the man was none other than the white three leaves.

"Really?" the sad parents turned around, tearing eyes looking at the white three leaves.

The white three leaves smiled softly and slowly opened the combined palm.

In his hand, he held a piece of paper.

It is no ordinary piece of paper, but a piece of paper that has been cut into shape.

Strange to say, the paper man was not static, with the white three-leaf palm spread out, it also slowly climbed up, holding the head, shaking, like a person who had just woken up, flexible enough to make people can not believe that it is a paper person.

Sitting up the paper person's face with a pen point out of the five senses, with a brush written on the body with three words "Fan Yuanyuan."

“Is that your mother?” asked her, unable to believe.

Bai Sanye smiled and said, "Madam, we are walking in the street tonight for what is not to bring back the soul of love?"

Yes, they knew that day that there was no room for turning back, and they called the coffin shop under the black business card, and did not expect to receive them, not a terrible and unscoured person, but a gentle man with a smile like a spring breeze.When talking about preparing a funeral for his daughter, he said.

“I can see your daughter again.”

The conditions are:

Withdrawal.

Apulsation to prosecute the criminal case of Fan Yuanyuan's death, no matter who the murderer is.

Perhaps because the relatives have died, it will be the first time that modern people who do not believe in the gods of cattle and snakes have raised the idea of "hopeful ghosts and spirits in this world."

Hearing the white three leaves, they ignited hope.

I hope there are ghosts in this world because they want to see their dead daughter again.

On the one hand, no matter how much it costs.

However, if there are ghosts in this world, they can see their daughters, then the murderer who kills their daughters is not necessarily a person because of such a difficult method of killing, it seems to be more like a ghost.

They held a little hope and reached a hope with the white three leaves.

Once in the night, at midnight, holding seven pounds of rice, sprinkling rice on the side of the unmanned street, shouting the name of the daughter, it is said that this action is called "soul".

The dead dead are lost in the first seven miles, consciousness is chaotic, they may appear anywhere they have traveled before they die, they may appear in the most nostalgic place at the time of death, and no one knows where the undead in the first seven miles are floating, so they can only follow the street that their daughter walked through before and shouts his name over and over again.

If seven pounds of rice is finished, it means that the soul is unsuccessful, which means that they can no longer see the last side of their deceased daughter.

They did not know how far, the rice in the bowl gradually went away, just when they were about to see the bottom of the bowl, finally found the lost child.

White Three Leaf said: "Only 10 minutes, you long story short, try to cherish this last side."There will be no additional charges.”

"Mama" Fan's parents looked at the paper people and couldn't help but burst into tears.

“Dad, mother.

The immature voice came from inside the paper man, and it had changed, but they recognized it, it was the voice of their daughter when she was a child.

"O wife, we can finally find your patriarch, you tell your father, who killed a thousand knives killed you," Father Fan asked with gritted teeth.

"No," the little paper man showed a painful expression, she held her head and groaned.

“What’s the matter, Mommy, are you okay?” asked Father Fan, Mom, anxiously.

White Sanle said softly: "The lost soul remembers the moment of death, it will be such a painful experience."But, after suffering, they will eventually find their lost memories, because no remn., will forget their own death.”

Sure enough, in the groaning, the little paper man described it with a fragmented voice: "I don't know if I'm sleeping on my forehead, my shoulder is so painful, my stomach is so painful."

With the "good pain" of the little paper man, the part she said was bleeding, and the mother of Fan looked at such a change, surprised and distressed, and could not help hating the murderer who killed her daughter, but soon understood that those parts were the places where Fan Yuanyuan was nailed to the bedboard.

"I couldn't hear the voices of the students, I asked them for help, but no one could hear my voice, little by little, and the pain disappeared little by little, and I gradually went to death."