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After I picked up the phone, I only heard my sister crying.

"What's wrong? Xiaoyun, what happened? Where are you?" My heart suddenly tightened.

Unlike last time, there was no fear in my sister's voice, only endless sadness, and she cried until she couldn't stop crying. I coaxed her for a long time, and vaguely heard other cries on the other end of the phone.

The thin man and the others also asked anxiously, but I could only shake my head, continue to coax my sister to speak, and made a gesture to the thin man.

"I'm going to school now. You are in school, right? Stay in school, with the teacher, and don't run around. Is the amulet still on you?" I was so anxious that I forced myself to calm down.

"Brother..." My sister finally spoke, choking with sobs, "Ji Ying is dead..."

I stopped as I stepped out, "What?"

"Ji Ying... committed suicide..." her sister cried, "jumped down from our building, I heard it... many people heard it... she screamed... she jumped down... she... ugh …”

My scalp was numb, "Is it Ji Ying?"

Chen Xiaoqiu understood. Slender Man and the others looked at each other.

None of us thought that the person who committed suicide was a close friend of my sister.

"Why did she commit suicide? Mingming...mingmingly chatted together yesterday and did questions together in the morning..." the younger sister said intermittently.

The background sound was the cry of many girls, and a teacher shouted to comfort them.

Chen Xiaoqiu whispered: "The scene was very chaotic, and all the students saw it."

It dawned on me.

Regardless of the relationship, even if something like this happens to a familiar person, one will be shocked and regretted for a long time, not to mention that the people facing this incident are a group of students who are going through the pressure of college entrance examination.

I sat down, comforted my sister a few words, and asked, "How did the school handle it?"

"The ambulance took Ji Ying away. Ji Ying's aunt was at school. And the police were also at school. Her aunt cried so hard... She said it was impossible for Ji Ying to commit suicide... I didn't believe Ji Ying would commit suicide either. ...How could she commit suicide?" My sister murmured, sobbing occasionally.

I sighed, "What about you? Are you out of school? Or are you staying in school?"

"Teacher Liu said that a psychology teacher will come to teach us later..." My sister was listless.

This makes me feel a lot more relieved.

"I'm going to hang up. We have to listen to the psychology teacher's broadcast." My sister said.

"Yeah. I'll pick you up after school." I hung up the phone and held the phone, not knowing what to say for a long time.

"Is it suicide?" the thin man asked.

"I don't know." I smiled bitterly, "If it wasn't suicide, this matter... they would probably choose to set people on fire."

There must be a set pattern to the behavior of ghosts. A group of teenagers and girls were burned alive. They had already set fire to two people. If they wanted to take revenge, they should use the same method. How could they suddenly change their pattern and push people downstairs?

"Maybe the senior year of high school is too stressful." Fatty sighed.

This kind of thing is unexpected and reasonable. When it comes to suicide, people say that people who commit suicide can't think about it. But if you can really think about it, how can you commit suicide?

When I picked up my sister from school, I felt sad when I saw that all the senior high school students I was traveling with were wilted. My sister was like an eggplant beaten by frost. When she saw me, her red eyes were filled with tears, and she threw herself into my arms and started crying. I could only pat her back to comfort her.

My sister was not the only one crying at the school gate, many girls were sobbing. Some people hugged their parents, and some hugged their classmates.

I can imagine the shocking scene they saw during the day. My sister said that she heard Ji Ying's screams. In addition to the screams, there was probably the loud sound of someone falling to the ground, which put an end to the screams and also put an end to a life.

I carried my sister and walked home, silent all the way, letting her cry and soak my clothes.

"Brother, why did Ji Ying commit suicide?" the younger sister asked in a muffled voice.

"She felt uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she didn't want to live anymore." I hugged my sister's shoulders tightly, "I jumped on impulse. If you jump, you can't regret it."

There is no possibility of regret in committing suicide by jumping off a building.

"She is so stupid..." my sister murmured.

"Well. You can't be so stupid." I rubbed my sister's head.

My sister hugged my waist tightly and pressed her whole body against me, "I won't."

After returning home, I mentioned this matter to my parents. This matter is different from the spontaneous combustion incident last time. When a student commits suicide, his parents, while sympathetic, are more concerned about their sister's emotions rather than her safety, so they are not particularly anxious.

By dinner time, my sister had calmed down, but her eyes were swollen from crying.

My mother slept with my sister tonight. My sister did not study until very late, but watched TV with the family. As soon as nine o'clock came, she went back to the bedroom with my mother.

I also felt too tired today. As soon as they went to rest, my dad and I went to our rooms and fell asleep.

While sleeping, I felt the wind, and the wind blew some fabric, making a hunting sound.

I gradually woke up and saw the ill-fitting white school uniform swaying in front of my eyes.

The girl with a ponytail and straight hair turned back with a smile on her face and impatience in her eyes. The smile is a polite smile, and the eyes are true emotions. Her bangs are relatively short and slanted across her eyebrows, leaving her eyes uncovered.

I saw her lips opening and closing, and she was saying something, but I couldn't hear her voice at all. I could only see her smile gradually losing its hold, and the impatience overflowed from her eyes and spread to her entire face.

My heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, the girl was about to walk past me. My perspective turned a small half circle. The girl's body stopped, she said something again, and her body was suddenly dragged.

I became anxious, but before I could do anything, I saw the girl being pulled to the edge of the rooftop, her body pressed against the wall, struggling in a panic. Her upper body leaned out of the concrete fence, her face pale.

I saw a hand grabbing the girl's ill-fitting white shirt, and two complete arms appeared in my field of vision. The girl was pushed completely out of the wall, turned over and fell.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Bang!

As I imagined before, the screams stopped abruptly after a loud sound.

Looking down, the girl was lying in a pool of blood, with her head tilted and her eyes staring. After twitching twice, she became completely motionless.

Students, teachers, screaming and shouting.

The whole building seemed to come alive.

I saw a double image of the girl lying on the ground. One was still lying still, while the other turned her head and looked at me, opening her mouth to say something, but still no sound came out.

I tried to decipher what the girl was trying to say, but I couldn't hear or read lips.

The only thing that's certain is...

"You didn't commit suicide, you were murdered, right, Ji Ying?" I asked in a low voice.

The ghost of the girl shed tears.

She seemed to be glowing, so bright that I couldn't help but close my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw the curtains of my bedroom. The sunlight filtered in from the window, bright and warm, but I seemed to be in the middle of winter.

Who killed Ji Ying?