Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

Wang Zhiwen stood motionless at the same spot, watching her mother's machete raised high and falling heavily towards her forehead, and the countless ghosts behind her were looking forward to the next scene with giggling laughter.

Suddenly, a voice rang in Wang Zhiwen's ear. The voice was soft, magnetic, and very nice. He kept calling: "Yan Yan, Yan Yan, Yan Yan..."

Wang Zhiwen's expression became a little confused, she looked at the bright light of the knife above her head, and the knife body reflected the scene of her tragic death, but she didn't feel scared at all, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her. Watch a particularly good show.

"Yanyan, Yanyan..."

The confusion in Wang Zhiwen's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by firmness, he remembered, he is not Wang Zhiwen, he is Qiao Leting.

He is now in the world before Wang Zhiwen's death, experiencing everything she has experienced, and what he has to do now is to ensure that he survives. He quickly dodges and escapes the fatal knife from the woman. Qiao Leting jumped from the sofa On the other side, when he was about to run away, a cold hand grabbed his shoulder.

He turned his head to look, and a pale, corpse-spotted hand appeared in his sight. The owner of the hand was a middle-aged Mediterranean man. His stomach had been cut open, and the white shirt on his body was stained with blood. There are streaks of blood in the eyes of the goldfish that came out.

Qiao Leting hit the man on the left eye with his fist, causing him to stagger backwards. Seizing the opportunity, he stepped over the man and ran towards the door. His hand had already touched the door handle, but he was about to open the door In an instant, he turned around and looked at the woman who was rushing towards him with a knife.

Qiao Leting felt in a daze that he shouldn't just leave like this. The woman is still in the madness. What Wang Zhiwen hopes is to let the woman leave this world with hope. He looked at the woman, and she waved the machete in her hand carelessly, and said Cursing and cursing like a total lunatic.

Without hesitation, Qiao Leting raised his hand and drew an exorcism seal on the woman. Seeing that the woman's movements slowed down, Qiao Leting breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to recite the mantra of pure heart.

The woman's machete reached Qiao Leting's forehead again, but this time there was no way to drop it again. The sound of the heart-cleaning mantra lingered in her ears, and two lines of tears slowly slid down from the corners of the woman's eyes, in a low voice. Amidst the sound of reciting, her eyes gradually regained clarity. The girl in front of her was her own daughter, a treasure she had brought up bit by bit with her own hands.

The machete in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and stared blankly at Qiao Leting in front of her. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and yelled loudly, the voice was hysterical as if she wanted to tear her soul apart, and the corpse behind her came towards them. The woman looked back, and the next moment tears were pouring down.

She opened the door and pushed Qiao Leting out of the door. Qiao Leting was dumbfounded, and he still hadn't reacted. Then he heard the woman say to him in a crying voice: "Go, Zhiwen, you let's go!"

Qiao Leting looked at the crazy woman in front of him, he seemed to be Wang Zhiwen again in a trance, behind the woman was the dark and cold night, and the horrifying ghosts, he remembered that many years ago, his mother carried him on the path in the park Walking slowly, the sound of high-heeled shoes kept ringing in his ears, his chin rested on his mother's shoulder, the setting sun dyed her black hair a thin layer of orange, he was a little sleepy, I closed my eyes and listened to my mother singing a love song from southern Fujian.

Qiao Leting murmured, "Mom..."

The woman raised her hand, stroked the hair around Wang Zhiwen's ear, smiled slightly, and said to him: "Be obedient, you go quickly, mom will call dad, and I will find you right away."

……

Qiao Leting came back to his senses, he knew that his task was almost completed here, and he also knew that everything before him had already happened and could not be reversed.

The corner of his mouth moved slightly, he smiled at the woman, and told her, "I'll be waiting for you outside."

The woman nodded slowly, and gently closed the door in front of Qiao Leting.

Qiao Leting leaned against the cold door, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground, as if the Southern Hokkien love song sounded in his ears again.

"What are you talking about, I am like a fairy on the top of the sky; what are you talking about, I am like the ancient Xi Shi... So you are empty-mouthed, and you leave when you achieve your goal, ah... Let me ask you..."

In the living room, after the woman closed the door, she watched the dead body approaching her continuously, and looked in the direction of the bedroom. Her husband hadn't come out for so long, probably something happened, and now she was under the control of the devil, so she couldn't She left with Zhiwen. However, Zhiwen is good enough to survive. Both she and her husband have bought insurance, and the beneficiary is Zhiwen. Zhiwen should live well in the future.

She picked up the machete on the ground, smiled, and stabbed it into her chest without hesitation.

……

The voice in the room gradually sank, Qiao Leting covered his eyes, tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, in the darkness, Ji Yue's voice sounded again, he kept calling him: "Yan Yan, Yan Yan..."

Qiao Leting put down his hands and stood up from the ground, sorted out his thoughts, and walked in the direction of the sound. There was a huge white light circle there, Qiao Leting didn't think much, and walked in.

When he woke up again, it was dawn. He blinked, but his heart was still a little trembling. If he hadn't heard Ji Yue calling him just now, he might have been trapped there.

He returned to the real world, Ji Yue sat beside him, the warm sunlight came in through the window and fell on his face, the dust danced under the golden light beams, as if breaking free from all shackles, everything It's all over.

Qiao Leting took Ji Yue's arm and sat up straight. Looking at the blood stains that had been solidified on the floor under his feet many years ago, he was stunned for a while. After a long time, he asked Ji Yue: "What about her?"

Ji Yue seemed to sigh and said, "I've already left."

"Where's that girl?" Qiao Leting then asked.

"..." The girl's grievances turned into ghosts who wanted to attack Qiao Le Ting. Naturally, Ji Yue couldn't keep her. He didn't tell the truth to Qiao Le Ting, but said: "I also left."

Qiao Leting nodded, and then asked: "Will people still die here in the future?"

"Probably not anymore, but no one should buy a house here again."

Qiao Leting thought about it, and nodded, "That's true."

Ji Yue stood up from the sofa, patted the dust off his body, stretched out to pull Qiao Le Ting up, and said to him: "Other things will have their own retribution, you and I don't need to intervene anymore."

Qiao Leting put his hand in Ji Yue's palm, turned on the phone and glanced at the time. At 16:12 am on November [-], the Double Eleven event had all ended. Qiao Leting sighed. There is no roll of toilet paper left at No. [-] in the evening, so I can only go home and go to the supermarket to buy some.

Ji Yue called him: "Go back."

Qiao Leting hummed and closed his eyes.

The supernatural incident in Room 319 has come to an end. Qiao Leting has turned reality and fantasy for the past few days, and he has not slept well. This time he can finally have a good rest when he returns home. He fell down on the bed and slept for more than ten It was already night when I woke up, and the smell of food wafted into the bedroom from outside. Qiao Leting got out of bed, went out, and saw Ji Yue wearing an apron cooking soup in the kitchen.

Qiao Leting walked over and hugged Ji Yue's waist from behind. Ji Yue looked back and asked with a smile, "Are you awake?"

Qiao Leting chuckled, washed his hands and asked Ji Yue, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ji Yue cut a piece of ginger in his hand, "No, just watch from the side."

Qiao Leting stood obediently by the side, and occasionally helped Ji Yue find a seasoning and a knife, and cooperated very tacitly.

Just when the corn ribs were about to come out of the pot, Qiao Leting's cell phone rang in the living room. He ran over to pick up the cell phone and pressed the answer button. Someone on the other end of the phone said, "Hi, are you rich?"

Qiao Leting didn't recognize who the person on the other end of the phone was for a moment, and only responded: "It's me, what's the matter?"

"I'm Domao's customer service," the male voice on the opposite side said to Qiao Leting, "That's right, someone contacted us and asked if you have the contact information of the master who was broadcasting with you."

"Ah..." Qiao Leting turned his head to glance at Ji Yue who was walking over with corn ribs, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The customer service over there replied, "That's right, something happened to the Jin family in S City, and I want to ask Master to take a look."

Qiao Leting groaned, knowing in his heart that the other party must have hit a ghost, he didn't dare to agree casually, he just said: "Let me ask him."

The other party said: "Okay, I will send the address to your mailbox. If the master is interested, you can go and have a look in three days."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Leting soon received the address from the customer service. He stared at the address in the mailbox for a while, then dropped the phone and ran to the kitchen to help Ji Yue bring the food to the dining table.

During the meal, Qiao Leting told Ji Yue about this matter: "There is a local rich man's house haunted by ghosts, I would like to invite you to take a look."

Ji Yue didn't care, instead he asked Qiao Leting: "Do you want me to go?"

"It's all right." Qiao Leting said as he picked up a piece of ribs and put it in Ji Yue's bowl.

Ji Yue pondered for a moment, then asked a crucial question: "Is the money given much?"

"..." Qiao Leting secretly felt that his old father had also been polluted, and now the young master Yue, who was so glamorous and clean under his eyes, can now withdraw money. Hey, the world is going down, the world is going down.

"It should be quite a lot."

Ji Yue thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Then go and have a look."

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my little ones!