After I died, I was reincarnated as a milk cool high school student and exploded the infinite game

The woman suddenly turned on Madness, looked at Feng Huixue provocatively, and said excitedly: "Didn't expect that! You burned 99 copies by yourself, you are too easy to deceive—"

Before she finished speaking, Feng Huixue took out a piece of yellow paper from Qing Shui's pocket.The woman's expression changed instantly, and she swallowed the words stuck in her throat.

"You didn't burn it?"

"Yes." Feng Huixue smiled and said, "I'll give you the exact words."

He is not a fool.Why would you trust a strange woman.What's more, there is nothing in this woman's mouth that can be verified.He saw that the yellow paper was burnt very badly, so he made eye contact with Qing Shui to hint, and asked Qing Shui to secretly hide one.

The two cooperated properly, and the woman didn't notice it at all.

"You cunning liar!" the woman cursed.

"Oh, not as much as you."

The woman choked, speechless.Feng Huixue was not going to let her go just like that.

"Who are you burning the paper for?"

The woman's eyes flickered a few times, and she said falteringly: "Naturally, it's to let Meiya rest in peace. She jumps off the building every day in the shop, how scary."

"Oh?" Feng Huixue shook the yellow paper between his fingers, and said leisurely, "I don't think so."

"How, how?" The woman felt guilty, "Can I have other ideas? Don't think about it."

Feng Huixue turned her head, glanced at the woman, and said with disdain: "I see, you are neither for the rest of the dead, nor for Meiya. I think this thing is very evil. It is not for rest, but to suppress the dead Resentment. I'm afraid you feel ashamed."

"Nonsense!" The woman was a little annoyed and wanted to leave, but Feng Huixue would not let her go easily.

He didn't even need to discuss with Qing Shui, Qing Shui could fully understand Feng Huixue's intentions.Sideways blocked the woman's way.

The woman looked at the tall man in front of her, a little aggrieved.It's not that easy to break through by force.

"I just ran away after saying a few words. Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will ask you something?"

Feng Hui tore the yellow paper, and the scraps of paper shattered all over the floor.He ran over the scraps of yellow paper with one foot, and said coldly, "Who are you? What's your relationship with Meiya?"

"Why should I tell you—" Before she finished speaking, a knife with a cold light was placed in front of her, and she trembled, "I said, I said."

"My name is Lan Qing, and I have sung songs in dance halls for more than ten years. I still..." Lan Qing stammered for a while, and finally said, "I am Mei Ya's mother."

"Oh?" Feng Huixue looked at her in surprise.

Lan Qing hesitated, took out a photo and showed it to Feng Huixue.The photo showed a younger woman and a child of five or six.

The child and the woman are actually somewhat similar, but more likely they have inherited their father's appearance.She is pretty, with big and bright eyes, wearing blue denim overalls, an orange T-shirt, and a creamy yellow peaked cap on her head.A bit childish.

He has seen this kid before.

Feng Huixue asked Qing Shui to escort the woman back to the bookstore.The woman arrived at the door of the bookstore, but didn't go in, and sat down on the ground in fear.

"I won't go in! Don't let me in!" Lan Qing grabbed the pillar at the door and did not let go.

Helpless, Feng Huixue had no choice but to go in by herself.Anyway, he already knew who Mei Ya was.

Feng Huixue walked into the bookstore, and the hanging wind chimes rang as usual.The human salesperson in the bookstore looked up, but Lin Yuan, the ghost salesperson, just stood there blankly, not counting today.

Xiao Jia asked reproachfully, "What's the matter with you? Where did you go during working hours?"

Feng Huixue said indifferently: "Sorry, I resigned. Now I am a guest."

"You!" Xiao Jia choked, and immediately wanted to refute, but it was a pity that Feng Huixue didn't give him a chance to refute.

Feng Huixue went straight to the reading area in the hall.There are many people and ghosts reading books.He walked up to one person and knocked on the table to attract the other person's attention.

The child looked up at Fenghuixue, a little puzzled.

Feng Huixue said: "You are Mei Ya?"

The kid nodded.Then he bowed his head and continued to write in his diary.Meiya is a ten-year-old boy, very cute.Wearing long trousers and a yellow peaked cap, he just sat at his desk and wrote in his diary from beginning to end.

Feng Huixue looked down at his diary.

I saw that the content of the diary was written and then disappeared, and then continued to write after disappearing.Meiya writes on the same page of the diary from beginning to end.

He pulled out the diary in Mei Ya's hand.Mei Ya, who lost her obsession, seemed at a loss, not knowing where the diary in her hand had gone.

Feng Huixue saw him like that, then grabbed a notebook and threw it into Mei Ya's hand.Meiya has a notebook in her hand, so she continues to write in his never-ending diary.

The content of the diary stays on February 2.

Tomorrow is my birthday, I am so happy.I like birthdays best.My mom buys me presents every year for my birthday.This year my mother said she would live with me, but I don't want to see my uncle.Mom gave a whole set of "Journey to the West Comic Book", and Aunt Xiaolin said that there are also colored versions in the bookstore.I've seen it, it's beautiful.

The diary is turned forward for a few months.

April 12

Mom brought a new uncle.I do not like.Uncle reads newspapers every day.I do not like.