Liu Daosheng

Hungry ghosts are formless and colorless at first, illusory, weak in emotion but too murderous. It is their nature to kill the same kind, and power is the root of their evolution. They are the most arbitrary and easily bound among the six realms.

"Little Song, mommy is going to play a game with you. Don't make any noise from now on. You know, don't move and stay here. You can only come out when you hear the rooster crowing." Mother Xiaosong told her that she was bleeding Tears are disheveled and there are many bruises on her body, but even so she put her child in a safe place.

"Mom, I'm so hungry." Xiao Song was a well-behaved boy, he rubbed his belly in some discomfort, and whispered to his mother.

"Hey, mommy will make a cake for Xiaosong when we come out, please remember, don't make a sound or move, mommy has some things to deal with now." Looking at her cute and well-behaved son, she was very reluctant to part with it, but she couldn't Let it go, this resistance is for her son, maybe her death can give him a better life.

This is Xiaosong's home, a father who likes domestic violence, and a mother who endures humiliation and lives in tears. The birth of Xiaosong did not bring hope to this family, but only burden and curse.

His family was not rich, his father always scolded and beat him, and whenever this happened, his mother always chose to hold Xiaosong to bear the pain. Xiaosong was only eight years old. Sui was supposed to have a beautiful childhood with Transformers, but Komatsu only had sorrow and pain.

"Damn it, where is that little bastard, where did you put him, ah!" The man yelled fiercely, he vented all his anger on his wife, tables, chairs, benches, belts were all used by him as weapons, The wife's scars have increased a lot.

"Crap, disgusting." After swearing, the man staggered into the back room to sleep, and didn't care where his son was.

Looking at her husband, the wife put her hand into the bag on the sofa, and what she took out was a small knife. There were many wear marks on the small knife, which seemed to have been sharpened many times just to make it sharper.

"It's all your fault, my Xiaosong is in such pain." The wife kept saying these words, her voice was very soft, and she walked step by step towards the bedroom where the man was with the knife in her hand. Her expression was tense and excited, and her body was trembling.

Slowly walking to the man's bed, the wife smiled, and she smiled happily. Her face was hideous under the moonlight, but people could feel the love she was hiding.

The knife was pierced into the flesh and blood, and the man woke up from the pain, "You, cough, you crazy woman, I will kill you!" He angrily endured the pain and wanted to get up and kill his wife. But he was stabbed in the heart by his frightened wife with a knife.

"Ah! I killed someone, I killed someone." The wife shook her hand, and the blood-stained knife fell to the ground with a 'jingle', but after a while she became no longer afraid, "Hahaha, I killed someone. He, haha, I finally killed him." She began to laugh crazily, and she couldn't stop crying even though she was laughing.

Xiao Song, who was hiding in the closet, heard his mother's laughter. He wanted to go out to have a look, but he continued to curl up in the closet. He was afraid that he would be beaten by his father when he went out. He was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't move.

Several hours passed, and Xiao Song fell asleep in the closet. The next day, when he heard the rooster crow, he came out and saw the dead bodies of his parents and several police officers. He also stood at the door and looked in, and kept saying those words that Xiao Song hated.

"Oh, how did this happen? It was so pitiful that it was fine before." An old man sighed and shook his head.

"What's so surprising? It's not like you don't know about their family's situation. I've guessed that this kind of thing will happen a long time ago. If you want me to say it, I deserve it. Their family is always eccentric, and they don't look like a good person. , if you die, you will die, but if you live, you will be annoying."

"Aunt Wang, you can't say such things. Although what you said is correct, don't be so blatant. Be careful of the bodhisattvas in the sky who blame you."

"Yes yes yes, bah, look at my mouth, Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless."

Xiao Song didn't cry or make trouble, he just looked at those people so quietly, and only looked away when they looked hairy. Xiao Song, who lost his parents, was sent to an orphanage, but his experience made him unable to behave like a normal child. That's how life speaks.

Pan Ran was swept by the gust of wind to a very special courtyard, which he had never seen before. Even the stones were slippery. Looking around, Pan Ran found that the hungry ghosts here were actually those few who were swept away by the wind before. , just missing the masked one.

"My child, what will mother do if you are gone?" Suddenly, a burst of crying came from the house to Pan Ran's ears. It was a woman's voice, and this voice was obviously heard by other hungry ghosts , Pan Ran found that the expressions of those hungry ghosts were very excited, as if something attracted them.

"Ma'am, please forgive me, young master...he is out of breath."

"No! My child!" As soon as the words came out, the hungry ghosts began to rush towards the room, but whenever one of them approached the room, he would be grabbed by the other hungry ghosts, so They got farther away, and they began to bite each other with their mouths open.

The people in the room couldn't hear the sound, but Pan Ran could hear it clearly. The sound of biting the flesh made his hands numb. Pan Ran didn't understand the significance of what they did, but he still hid in the corner Did not leave, because he found himself drawn to this room too.

Soon, those hungry ghosts killed each other, and the one that won in the end was already dead. When it finally stuck to the wall of the house, the hungry ghost turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated into the air.

Looking at the frail and weak hungry ghost in the corner, Pan Ran was very anxious. He felt that if he didn't get close to that room, he would have no chance again, so he hurried to the room after the hungry ghost disappeared. run to that house.

Then, a strong suction pulled Pan Ran in, followed by a burst of darkness, and he faintly heard the woman's surprised voice.

It is impossible for people to be resurrected after death, but they can be possessed. After death, people either have their souls dissipated, or ascend to heaven for reincarnation, or become hungry ghosts and are attracted by the body abandoned by living souls to become human again. After all, this body is not his. What he does is to continue this person's life to complete his unfinished life. He is always a hungry ghost, and he can only ascend to heaven if he dies peacefully.

After waking up, Pan Ran was still very confused. He didn't remember anything. The only thing he remembered was his name and the memory of this family. memory.

"Xiaoran, my son, you finally woke up, it's all mother's fault, mother should watch over you." The woman didn't seem to remember the fact that her son had died, her memory had been tampered with.

"Mom?" Pan Ran felt very strange, he was very unfamiliar with everything here, and he didn't even know how to use those strange iron bricks.

"Mom, I'm so hungry, do you have something to eat?" Pan Ran felt his stomach tighten, he really wanted to eat, and thought about it.

"Are you hungry? Mom is going to prepare food for you. It will be ready soon." The mother was very happy with her son's recovery. She happily went to the kitchen to prepare food, leaving the housekeeper to take care of Pan Ran. .

The first meal after waking up, Pan Ran ate eight big bowls, which scared Pan's mother, but she loved her son so much, she chose not to care about the weird things, and continued to add food and vegetables for her son.

From this day on, Pan Ran's daily food intake has been fixed at eight bowls of rice, but no matter how much he eats, he will never feel satisfied, because his stomach is always not filled, and his body is not affected by excessive food intake. Bloated reaction to food.

But this situation only lasted for two months, after which Pan Ran's appetite was completely normal.

"Hey, Detective Pan, good morning." A man in a police uniform greeted Pan Ran friendly.

"Good morning." Pan Ran responded politely. Now Pan Ran is already an official working policeman. With his own eyes, he has solved more than a dozen outstanding cases for the police station, not because of his superior IQ. It is because he can always accurately find the murderer who appeared at the crime scene, and the murderer's unchanging shape and color became the key to solving the case.

This time the case was more difficult than before. There was no surveillance video or fingerprints. All they knew was how the victim died and the murderer's brutality. As for the murderer's motive and other details, they didn't have any details. Pan Ran felt that things were difficult to handle.

The dead man was Sun Qun, 53 years old this year. After investigation, he did not offend anyone, nor did he have any enmity with anyone. He died by being forced to drown in a pool. It is difficult to find out who the murderer is.

"How is it? Is there any new progress?" Pan Ran asked while looking at the photos of the dead on the wall with his hands on the table.

"Oh, not yet. Even someone as smart as you doesn't know the motive and identity of the murderer. It will definitely take a long time to solve the case this time, and it might be listed as an unsolved case." Yin Bei, Pan Ran's colleague, sighed. I really can't think of anything.

Looking at these photos, Pan Ran remembered that he didn't see a soul when he saw the corpse. This was the first time he had such obstacles. In the past, he found the murderer more by relying on the instructions of the dead souls, but this There was nothing left at the scene of a murder.

After get off work, Pan Ran was still thinking about this case. He knew that this case was very strange. Although the way the man died was ordinary and nothing special, it was because there were no clues or fingerprints that made him suspicious.

Now Pan Ran lives alone. His mother has passed away for a long time, so Pan Ran is the only one in the family. He has gradually learned to cook, do housework, and take care of himself.

After eating, Pan Ran went back to his room to rest. The first thing he did when he turned on the computer was to log in to his account on the forum. This forum was discovered by Pan Ran when he was 14 years old. Most people here are interested in solving crimes. Interest can also express some of my own opinions, because this Pan Ran discusses with those people every day to develop his own ideas.

"Colour, are you there?" Pan Ran's nickname is Color, which is very simple and can reflect the world in his eyes.

"Yes." What Pan Ran replied was a man named Thinker, who was a man with a very unique view on the case. Sometimes Pan Ran even felt that he knew the murderer better than the murderer.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for Joan's mine, the second one will start, there will be more supernatural and weird elements in the Hungry Ghost Road, the number of collections is so small, if you are interested, remember to bookmark, O(∩_∩)O