I received a bounce from a non-existent player

When I left, I secretly glanced back at the black and white photo on the stele.Mrs. Huan smiled calmly and quietly, not as ferocious as I remembered.

"I saw her face dripping down like it melted..." I walked beside him, recalled that scene, and said with difficulty after fear.

"I saw it too." He reassured me.

"Then the whole face turned up and down..."

"I didn't see this one. It's probably where the hallucination started."

"What should I do next time this happens?"

Facing my accusation that I wanted to cry, but his answer was very short: "Call me."

"Can……"

"I heard you call me several times, don't come here. It's useless to call ghosts." He glanced at me with lowered eyes, "If there is a next time, calling my name directly will be more effective than anything else."

I digested it twice in a daze, and suddenly felt that what he said made my heart a little bit. After thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't be sentimental, so I responded dully, and followed him with my head down.

The situation is now very clear.If Mrs. Huan's resentment is not appeased, sooner or later I will fall to my death for no reason.Although Jiang Heng said that, he was just an ordinary person who knew something mysterious.I was the one who found the set of books; I couldn't keep him wrapped up in this mess.

If I want five buckets of sorghum rice, I can still go to the supermarket to buy it, but this time she wants her own legs, where should I find them?

I told Jiang Heng about my concerns, and he said, "Compared to that, why don't we ask the conductor why he never mentioned Mrs. Huan's broken leg to us?" After finishing speaking, he paused and said, "But it's a little darker. I don't think he's right."

In fact, there was nothing quite right about the whole thing.I thought of the two different performances of Mrs. Huan's mother.That chilling calm seemed to be controlled by something.

And her father.Was it because he didn't see the body with the severed legs?Or was someone convinced Mrs. Huan that she really just committed suicide?

When we got to the station, we saw the conductor sitting on the chair from a distance, with his head almost down to his chest, and he looked like he was asleep.

"Second Young Master." I walked up to him and called him softly.

He didn't respond at all.

I muttered to myself how this man could sleep so soundly while sitting on a hard bench, and while I was thinking, I reached out and patted his shoulder lightly.He turned his head slowly - twisted, not turned, because the angle of turning back was so unnatural and unnatural - and then I saw a bloody face...

"AHHHH!!!!!!" I didn't dare to take a closer look, so I jumped back while screaming.

"What's wrong!?" Jiang Heng grabbed my hand and asked nervously.

"Ghost, there is a ghost..." I stammered and pointed a finger at the conductor.

But there is no ghost in front of me, only the inexplicable commander is looking back at me, and there is not a drop of blood on his face.

"What the hell?" The conductor scratched his head and asked blankly.

……How can this be?I just clearly saw a face soaked in blood...

Seeing the change in my expression, Jiang Heng probably had a guess, and asked me softly, "Did you see something strange?"

I nodded in fear and withdrew my hand weakly, but still didn't dare to take my eyes off the conductor.

"Ah?" The conductor was already confused by me, "What strange thing?"

"It's okay." Seeing that I was still timidly afraid to speak to him, Jiang Heng smiled and said for me, "Her eyes are not feeling well recently, and she often sees things wrong."

"Oh, my eyes are..." The conductor seemed to be distracted for a while, and said a half sentence without beginning or end, then he straightened his expression and asked worriedly, "Our small place is a bit far from the big hospital. , is it okay?"

"Small problem. It's okay."

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After going through this series of things, I was scared out of my wits.Seeing that I was not in good condition, Jiang Heng let me rest well, and didn't discuss anything with me any more.

Back at the conductor, I borrowed his bathroom to go to the bathroom, and Jiang Heng stayed in the living room to talk to him about Mrs. Huan.I'm not good at talking seriously, let alone having a face-to-face meeting with a person whose face I saw blood just now, so I just took the opportunity to pee away.

As soon as the trousers came down to my knees, I found a gash across my thigh.

I touched the wound blankly, and when I touched it, it hurt so badly, and a trace of blood began to ooze out from the skin under my finger.I was busy picking out the paper on the sink, and then I remembered that the location of the injury was exactly where the conductor accidentally scratched it with the scissors.But my pants are not torn, how can the lower leg bleed?

I simply took off my trousers and dabbed the wound with paper, only to find that the blood became more viscous and flowed more violently, a blood bead gathered so that it could no longer hang on, and a blood stain dripped directly from my leg, soaked in the wound. at my feet.

I was already covered in cold sweat, and I wanted to lower my head to wipe it in a panic, but when I bent down, I caught a glimpse of a face under the sink from the corner of my eye.

An upside-down grinning face.

"Fuck! Fuck!!" I jumped back and cursed loudly, and then shouted at the top of my voice, "Jiang Heng!!"

The conversation in the living room stopped suddenly, and then hurried footsteps arrived in front of the toilet door.The handrail rattled, and the door was knocked twice, and he shouted, "It's not too late, open the door!"

I frantically went to open the door, but the door couldn't be opened no matter what.

I turned my head in horror, and saw a bruised hand protruding from under the sink, the one that was on my shoulder last night.But it didn't come towards me either. Instead, it slowly made a pointing gesture with its index finger. The withered finger pointed directly at the buckets piled up in the corner on the other side.

Only then did I notice that the pool of blood at my feet had also flowed towards the pile of buckets at some point, dragging a dumb blood line—but it was obvious that my side was the low-lying area.

"Not too late!?" Jiang Heng outside the door yelled at me.

"I'm... all right."

The hand was still pointing relentlessly.

Mrs. Huan fell to her death, as if she hit the ground head first, so she was naturally in such an upside-down posture.In this way, is it not just the sink, but all the gaps that we didn't notice before, including the gap between the sofa, the bus seat and the floor, are they staring at us?

I had goosebumps all over my body.But it is not in a hurry to pull me down to accompany it now, what does it mean to point to the pile of buckets?and my blood...

"Don't be afraid," Jiang Heng over there tried his best to suppress the haste in his voice, "We're going to knock on the door and come in now."

I forced myself to calm down, and after answering, I let go of the doorknob. Seeing that the blood on my leg had stopped, I put on my clothes lightly, and walked towards the pile of buckets.

It would be easy for Mrs. Ring to kill me at this point, but she doesn't, so maybe there's something important in this place that I have to see.

Like...her legs?

Thinking of this, I moved a red plastic bucket on top of the stack.

My worst fear is probably seeing a rotten human head, but the setting is obviously a lot friendlier than I thought.

There is a waterproof transparent bag in the bucket under that.

Inside the bag was a layer of off-white powder.