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"We have to contact the person Qian Lan invited. He should know something." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

"Did he know it would be like this?" Guo Yujie was very doubtful.

"He doesn't know that a bunch of naughty kids are here to seek death," the thin man replied.

"Did Qin Weiwei's temperament change drastically because of this incident?" Fatty raised a possibility.

The thin man made a look of realization.

Guo Yujie's expression followed.

I held the phone and didn't move it.

I'm still thinking about that.

Whose ghost have I encountered?

I couldn't get an answer to this question.

I continued to dream that night, and the scene in the dream was still unfamiliar. In my field of vision was a homework book and two white and tender hands.

I have graduated many years ago, and I can't tell how old this girl is just from the math homework she is writing. The pen she holds is a mechanical pencil, a plain, solid color one with an eraser. This kind of pen has been used for decades, and I can't tell the approximate year from this pen.

Fortunately, the girl finished the last question, closed the homework book, and let me see her school, class, and name on the notebook.

Bu Xiaodan, a senior class 4 student at Yucai Middle School.

I'll write this name down.

Bu Xiaodan put the homework book into the school bag beside him and took out another homework book.

The schoolbag was placed on the floor, leaning against the side of the desk. When Bu Xiaodan was picking up her homework, she bent over and let her ponytail slide across the back of her neck.

I felt a chill on the back of my neck and my heartbeat quickened. I quickly figured out that this feeling was not my own, but Bu Xiaodan's.

Bu Xiaodan's heartbeat was like a wild horse or an out-of-control car, but she didn't notice it at all.

My own feelings were frightened and angry.

Chang Ying and Yang Yang are dead, and now, another young girl is going to die in the hands of that evil ghost!

In addition to these three girls, how many others were killed by her?

I even began to suspect that what happened to Qin Weiwei's school was really because of Qian Lan's family's ghost calling? Qin Weiwei is also a senior in high school! Is this evil spirit specifically targeting girls who are in their third year of high school? !

I suddenly noticed something else in my field of vision. It was also placed next to the desk and thrown on the ground. It was also a bag, but it was not a school bag, but a drawstring canvas backpack with the name of the school printed on it: Dream Ballet School.

I froze.

Ballet?

Bu Xiaodan had straightened up and placed the newly taken out homework and textbooks in front of him.

My vision had to rotate.

There is a small alarm clock on the desk, palm-sized and round. A cartoon princess is printed on the clock face, but the coloring is very bad. The original white princess now looks like she is of Latin American descent. The alarm clock reflected light and cast a dark shadow.

After Bu Xiaodan copied a line of text, he noticed the strange black shadow on the alarm clock. At this time, her heartbeat was four times faster than the ticking of the second hand. I could feel the vibrations in her chest.

Bu Xiaodan stared at the alarm clock for a while, then turned his head in confusion.

The evil ghost was standing behind her, still some distance away from her, looking at her intently.

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

There was a clang, like a starting gun.

The evil spirits began to act at this time.

Her neck was disconnected and her head was thrown back. She staggered forward, dropping arms and entrails along the way. When she arrived in front of Bu Xiaodan, her knees were broken, her body fell to her knees, her head was bent back, and her bloody face faced the collapsed Bu Xiaodan.

Bu Xiaodan's heart was screaming in fear, but it was impossible for her heart to even beat.

The evil ghost's hand touched Bu Xiaodan's cheek, as if inspecting something. The result was not satisfactory to her. She retracted her hand and stood up. The wound on her neck had healed and her knees were connected. The leaked internal organs gradually disappeared. The wound healed slowly. The broken arm seemed to be invisible and now reappeared.

Bu Xiaodan watched all this in horror, watching the evil ghost turn around and leave without looking at her again, his body becoming lighter with every step he took.

At the moment when it was about to disappear, the evil ghost suddenly trembled and roared unwillingly: "Come back... come back!"

As if being crushed into pieces by a meat grinder, her figure turned into minced meat with a pop, then was crushed into powder by an invisible force and completely dissipated in the air.

I broke into a cold sweat.

I am actually used to the tragic death of evil spirits and the strange heartbeat of the deceased, but the last scene of this dream made me shudder.

What is it that can kill that evil ghost so easily?

Is he a Taoist priest? Or some other vicious monster?

At that moment, I felt threatened. It’s not like I haven’t encountered threats in my dreams, and it’s not like I haven’t seen people die and ghosts disappear, but I’ve never seen anyone so domineering, or someone who died so simply, without any room for resistance.

An idea flashed in my mind, and I called Gumo regardless of the fact that it was still early.

Gu Mo was woken up by me and listened to me ramble about my dream.

Finally, I asked: "Does Ye Qing's fist have such an effect?" I vaguely remembered that the ghosts Ye Qing killed would also turn into powder.

"No." Gu Mo made his first voice after I called him, very simply.

I was stunned, "No?"

"No." Gu Mo affirmed, "Ye Zi beat the ghost to death and scattered it directly. There was no blood or flesh, such exaggerated special effects. I asked, did you make up this cool special effect in your own mind? "

"Of course not." I said with a dark face, "Why am I thinking about that?"

As soon as Gu Mo said it, I remembered it completely. I saw Ye Qing beating a ghost to death in my dream, which was when I dreamed about Gu Mo. There was indeed no blood in that scene. The female ghost was just beaten into powder and disappeared.

"Oh, just pretend I didn't say anything." Gu Mo hung up the phone directly.

I had no choice but to change my clothes, wash up and have breakfast. When I got to the office, I told my real good partner that the experience of last night's dream was much better than that to that terrible listener in Gumo.

"Bu Xiaodan from Yucai Middle School? Dream ballet school?" Chen Xiaoqiu paid attention to the clues.

Shouzi and Guo Yujie discuss the strange way of death of the female ghost.

"So, that female ghost is dead?" Fatty asked, "Brother Qi, what kind of ghost did you encounter?"

I still haven't gotten an answer to this question.

"Perhaps he died not long ago, so Brother Qi can still dream about it," said the thin man.

"Probably not. I saw that alarm clock. It was a very old style and had crude cartoon characters printed on it." I shook my head in denial.

"Is there no such alarm clock now?" The thin man wondered.

None of us know this.

When the thin man asked, I wasn't sure either. Anyway, I haven’t seen this kind of alarm clock in many years, but who knows if there are still small workshops producing it?

Chen Xiaoqiu contacted Chen Yihan. Let Chen Yihan check the time of Bu Xiaodan's death, and everything will be clear.

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

"Bu Xiaodan from Yucai Middle School died in 1999, on the same day as Yang Yang and Chang Ying, and at the same time." Chen Xiaoqiu said, "The specific time was not recorded at the time."

"This..." I became more and more confused.

"In addition, the Dream Ballet School." Chen Xiaoqiu continued, "On that day in 1999, all twelve students in an advanced class died. Yang Yang, Chang Ying, and Bu Xiaodan were all students in this class."