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Chapter 447 When I woke up, I became a ghost (29)

Holding the paper with his fingertips, Qi Nuo flicked through the diary backwards, deciding to concentrate on doing business first, and then go back to watch his mother's hahahaha when he is free.

When I turn the pages, I can occasionally see a few diary entries that flash by, and they are all beautiful daily life seen through the optimistic lens with a thickness of ten centimeters.

This ghost is cute, that ghost is funny, it doesn't look like a celestial master, but a ghost rights protectionist.

The paper flipped endlessly, as if replaying the colorful years in the past, and finally the memory was suddenly cut off.

Qi Nuo's hand stopped, he had turned the diary to the end.

"x month x day

Today when I bought cinnabar, I met Lao He and Yuanyuan. They took their daughter out to play. After a few chats, they realized that we had accepted the same commission...

Tsk, factory owners are getting more and more timid now, and hiring a celestial master is also very expensive. "

Qi Nuo looked at these short lines without blinking, a thin layer of sweat slowly broke out from the palms of his hands, his heart beat suddenly quickened, and he keenly felt that he might be one step closer to the truth.

He paused for a long time, until he was about to memorize every punctuation mark, then turned his eyes and looked down to the next article.

That was also the last diary entry.

The time was three days after the article just now.

"x month x day

The last photo was washed out.

Depart for the factory in the afternoon.

After finishing this ticket, I will rest for a few days and come back to make charcoal-grilled sweet and sour balls for Xiao Nuozi~"

When Qi Nuo finished reading this diary, her fingertips tightened uncontrollably.

He remembered this date very clearly, as if someone had directly burned it into the depths of his brain with a soldering iron.

——It was the day when his parents died in a factory explosion in the suburbs, and he ran on the highway inexplicably and almost died.

The diary is gone here, and the future is blank.

This is also helpless, because the diary writer can no longer hold a pen and make burnt meatballs. She herself has been burned to a handful of ashes and slept in the cold funeral parlor forever.

Qi Nuo closed his eyes, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and habitually turned a few pages back. At this moment, a photo slipped out close to his fingertips, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Qi Nuo was startled, bent down and picked it up.

On top of the photo paper there is a small piece of tape that has oxidized and yellowed and is no longer sticky.

Turn the photo over, the above is a group photo of five people.

On the left, Dad Qi's back is straight, standing as straight as a gun, while Qi's mother is smiling, jumping to hook her husband's neck, and on the right is an obvious family of three - two adults who don't know each other, and a brow Delicate and soft girl.

Qi Nuo just glanced at it, then tightened his fingertips suddenly, almost breaking the photo.

... That girl was the ghost who had saved him on the highway a year ago and was now floating beside him.

Qi Nuo froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and found that Bai Ling had floated over at some time, staring blankly at the photo.

There was a thump in his heart, and for the first time a little flustered expression appeared on his face. He turned over the photo with a flick of his fingertips, feeling uneasy, and slammed the diary shut again, covering it firmly.

But after this set of subconscious coquettish manipulations, after meeting Bai Ling's eyes again, his eyes darkened a little, and he suddenly realized that it might be a bit late.

On the face of the ghost, there was no previous blankness and confusion.

She looked calm, and at some point, she seemed to be a normal person.

(End of this chapter)