Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Qi Lihong returned to Kyoto on the 26th before the Chinese New Year. Her house was sold for 80,000 yuan. After all the procedures were completed, she burned all her mother's clothes and supplies, leaving only two pictures taken when she was young. Photos should be remembered.

The family didn't have a penny in savings, so it was easy to deal with things.

Not everyone who lives in the same community sympathizes with her. On the day she was packing her things and preparing to leave, a neighbor's aunt on the third floor came up to her and said to her in a strange tone, "Lihong, I heard that your grandparents took your father's body and cremated it today. Although your father didn't treat you well. , but at least he gave you your life, and he is your biological father after all. If you don’t cry and kowtow, isn’t it too heartless? No one will dare to associate with you if you are so careful."

When he said this, he glanced at Liu Wenhu intentionally or unintentionally.

I heard that this is her partner, who is also a student of Kyoto University. Looking at the car parked downstairs, I can tell that the family conditions are very good, but how could such a family like Qi Lihong? A lame and mute daughter.

The neighbor's aunt didn't understand very much.

The door to her home was open, and Qi Lihong was standing in the narrow living room staring at the kitchen, where her mother had always been busy since she could remember. Now when she returned to this home, she seemed to be able to vaguely see a thin figure walking around inside.

Qi Lihong's eyes were full of sorrow. Who would have thought that her mother, with half-white hair and wrinkles on her face, was actually just forty years old.

What a short life, what is the meaning of her coming to this world? Was it just to give birth to her?

Qi Lihong was stunned for a moment when she heard the aunt's words. She lowered her eyes to put away her previous emotions. When she raised her head again, her gaze shot towards the aunt like a knife. She asked with a cold face, "What did you just say?"

Being stared at like this, the neighbor's aunt couldn't help but tremble, and then she took two steps back uncontrollably, and even her heart was beating fast.

This is really crazy. When did this cowardly girl become so tough?

Could it be that...Qi Shengdong was really killed by her?

The aunt suddenly widened her eyes, turned around and hurried downstairs, muttering to herself boldly, "Crazy... murderers... are not afraid of being struck by lightning..."

When I got home, I immediately called Mrs. Qi and said, "She sold the house. I don't know how much it cost, but now she has packed her things and is leaving."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qi's voice on the other side was half-dead, "Let her go. I don't care."

Then he hung up the phone.

The aunt felt confused for a while when she heard the beeping sound coming from inside.

What happened to the old woman? Don’t want the house?

Hey! Strange.

Of course, Mrs. Qi didn't dare to make any more plans for a house, mainly because she couldn't care less because their family had been haunted by "ghosts" recently.

When you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you will see bloody handprints on the bathroom mirror, and a figure in white clothes floats past the living room. The closed windows will open by themselves, and the curtains will automatically open without wind, and you can hear the sound of walking. But there was no one in sight. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of a broom sweeping the floor, but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing.

At the home of Old Man Qi and Mrs. Qi, and the home of Qi Shengnan and Qi Shengmei, this scene has been recurring every night recently. The families are frightened and frightened, and they are about to have a nervous breakdown. This made the old man and the old lady who had already filled out the forms but did not go to collect Qi Shengdong's body, who originally planned to delay it for a day, called Qi Shengnan and the others early this morning, collected the body and hurriedly sent it to be cremated. Then he was buried in the cemetery, and a lot of gold ingots and paper were bought and burned to him.

At this moment, Mrs. Qi had just returned from her aunt's call. She was exhausted both physically and mentally. How could she still have the guts to try to buy a house again?

I just hope that the house will be quieter after today and that the traitor will not come back to bother them again.

He never supported them for a single day during his lifetime, nor did he bring them any glory. But after his death, he went to such trouble and threatened them. He really owed this traitorous son. If he had known that this would happen, he should have been strangled to death on the day he was born. he.

Qi Lihong held her mother's urn in her arms, and Liu Wenhu helped her carry her simple luggage. They went downstairs and walked to the parking lot. Suddenly Qi Lihong stopped and turned around to look up at the third floor. The aunt who just went to her house happened to be standing at the window looking down.

After meeting her eyes, the aunt quickly stepped back to avoid her. Qi Lihong expressionlessly bent down to pick up a stone the size of a baby's fist, weighed it in her hands, raised her head to estimate the distance, then leaned back sideways, and then smashed the stone out of her hand.

There was only a crash, then a woman's scream echoed throughout the residential building, and soon curses came from the window.

But Qi Lihong's lips curled up into a smile, not caring at all.

Fortunately, the woman only dared to curse in the room and did not stick her head to the window again. Qi Lihong threw down the second stone in her hand in disappointment, turned around and got into the car.

Liu Wenhu stood at the front of the car and looked at her quietly, saying nothing the whole time.

Before getting in the car, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. After getting through, he said to the other side, "Okay, that's it. There's no need to do it anymore."

Then he added, "Make sure those dozen letters are sent to the leader Qi Shengnan and his colleagues. After sending them to a few brothers, you can go back. I invited everyone to Tangshan Residence before the year."

That's right, Liu Wenhu found someone to do the haunting.

Just because Qi Lihong didn't go to settle the score with those people didn't mean that he could swallow this sigh of relief.

Not to mention that the family named Qi only lived on the second, fourth and fifth floors, even if they lived on the seventh, eighth or ninth floor, he could still be so elusive. Don't forget, he once worked in the decoration team for two years. He did suffer a lot under his uncle's deliberate arrangements, but he also made a few close friends.

It was only an hour's drive from Kangcheng to Jeju, so everyone came at once.

It’s just pretending to be a ghost. Who hasn’t seen a ghost movie? It’s simple!

After scaring people, the next step is to deal with Qi Shengnan.

He wrote more than a dozen letters using Qi Shengdong's name, describing in the first person his unwillingness and the injustice done to him by the Qi family, explaining that he was the one who was admitted to high school that year, but was given the wrong name by Qi Shengnan.

This is easy to verify, because the name Qi Shengnan used in high school, junior college and at work was Qi Shengdong.

Although his employer is not in Jeju and he got into junior college by himself, it is probably a fact that he failed in high school. No matter how well he does in his workplace, these dozen letters will have a big impact on him. Even if he won't be fired, his future promotion will definitely be affected.

Ha... You still claim to be the most knowledgeable and educated person in the Qi family, and the intellectual person who helps the evildoers do evil?

He did all this without hiding it from Qi Lihong, after all, she needed to provide the content of the letter. Moreover, she hated Qi Shengdong and the Qi family so much that she wished she could be scared to death.