you are scary

54

I don't know why, but he has clearly recovered his memory, but even after Bai Qianwan falls asleep, he still dreams about the horror stories of his childhood from time to time.

The dream also keeps pace with the times, this time, what Bai Qianwan sees is Bai Cheng's figure.

In front of him was a series of concrete stairs. Because the dizziness after drunkenness had not faded, he felt as if he was stepping on a swing, and only felt that the things under his feet were shaking from side to side.

After finally reaching the dining room, he lay down on the table and sniffed the covered bowls and plates, only to smell a strong stew.Bai Qianwan didn't like to eat this kind of food with strong seasoning, so he wrinkled his nose and got up to avoid it.

"Not feeling well?" Bai Cheng came out of the kitchen wiping his hands.

"Headache." Bai Qianwan went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, "Is there anything else to eat?"

Bai Cheng paused.

"Don't you eat braised pork?"

"Don't eat."

In the refrigerator is a bag of raw meat, pink/white, weighing several catties.

"Pork? You can't finish eating so much." Bai Qianwan said.

Bai Cheng went back to the kitchen again, and put the pot on the table: "I leave it for you for extra meals."

"I can't finish eating so much, you can take it back to Auntie." He closed the refrigerator door, and when he turned his head, Bai Cheng was moving out the cooking pot that was steaming and braised.

"Eat."

Bai Cheng has always liked to impose his preferences on others.

Bai Qianwan scratched his hair helplessly: "Two yuan is fine."

In the dining room, Bai Cheng took a bowl, picked and picked in the pot for a long time before handing it to his son.

"Pork belly." Bai Cheng said.

The neatly sliced ​​pork belly was quietly placed on the bottom of the bowl, the surface was already shiny brown due to the moisture of the brine, probably because he was too hungry, Bai Qianwan suddenly felt that the stewed meat mixed with the aroma of pork was very fragrant.

"Is it tasty?"

"Okay……"

Bai Cheng smiled contentedly, a few wrinkles revealed from the corners of his eyes.After his son finished eating the stewed pork, he cleaned up the dishes and washed the dishes in the kitchen.Bai Qianwan wandered unsteadily by the side of the table, and he didn't help wash the dishes, just wandering around the kitchen.Stopping in front of the pot of stewed pork on the table, he stirred it with a big spoon and muttered, "Why is there so much meat, I can't eat it at all... What is this?"

There was a strange thing in the spoon.

It is semi-circular, like the upper part of a round cake cut in half, but it is not flat. The back is slightly bulged, the edges are neatly rolled inward, and there is a hollow in the middle like a shell. Because it was full of brine, he couldn't see clearly.

Bai Cheng took a look: "This one, it's a pig's ear."

Bai Qianwan curled his lips, extremely disgusted: "I don't want it, I'll leave it for you to eat."

As usual, after Bai Cheng finished washing the dishes, he worked in the kitchen for a long time, Bai Qianwan went upstairs to sleep, and he went out to work the night shift.

That is, after that day, he never came back.

A few days later, the police knocked on the door of Bai's house.

When asked about his aunt's whereabouts, Bai Qianwan shook his head: "I haven't seen her for a long time, and she hasn't come here for a while."

"Where's your father?"

"I came back a few days ago and went out again. Contact? No."

After the police left, Bai Qianwan stared at the table in a daze, the smell of stewed meat spread faintly from the tip of his nose, and his heart seemed to fall into the bottom of the valley.Not only did the pot of stewed pork disappear, but the bag of pork in the refrigerator also completely disappeared.

When Bai Cheng left home, why did he take all these two kinds of food away?He planned to let Bai Qianwan keep food that day.

pork……

That weird pig ear on the spoon...

pig ear?

A pig's ear should be pointy and a thin piece.

That ear is actually more like a human ear, right?

He was suddenly frightened by his guess, and when he hurried out as if fleeing, his fingers touched the hairpin left on the table. He stared at this little thing, and suddenly felt a chill in his body.

This is the hairpin that my aunt lost when she came last time...

At the same time, there was a female head on the TV in the living room, weeping softly.

……

At the end of the dream, a corpse smell spread silently throughout Bai Qianwan's dream. The smell that could make the appetite snake in his body shrivel up was almost the same as Xiaokang Wang's body odor.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a pair of double-lidded eyes with bluish whites flashed into his eyes.

Bai Qianwan was frightened suddenly, and subconsciously punched him, not wanting the face in front of him to turn into a cloud of blue smoke, laughing and being swept away like the wind.

Bai Qianwan's fist smashed into the air.He put his hand down wonderingly, staring at the reliefs on the ceiling looking for lost souls.After a few seconds, he realized that the ghost just now seemed to be King Xiaokang.

...Why is Xiaokang Wang here?

As soon as he said his name in his heart, Xiaokang Wang's figure flashed again and hung on the chandelier on the ceiling, as light as a bird that came and went without a trace.

"How long are you going to sleep?" Xiaokang Wang pouted, "I've been waiting for you to wake up for a long time, it must be three hours!"

Bai Qianwan blinked strangely: "Why are you here?"

"I met Song Nongmo on the way to work. He asked me to come and play with you. He probably removed the barrier on the door, so I could come in."

"..."

He couldn't tell which was more frightening between "going to work" and "Song Nongmo begging Xiaokang Wang".

"You," Bai Qianwan asked suspiciously, "go to work?"

"Sometimes I just go to earn money and RMB when I'm free. Last time I clearly said that I would introduce you to a job. It's almost like this. I'm a thug. Personal assistants are actually better, but you seem to have completely become a squatting at home, so forget it."

"...Evil ghosts are going to steal the jobs of Taoist monks these days?"

"It's hard work for those who can. I'm a thousand-year-old big evil ghost. Ordinary little ghosts will kowtow and call me grandpa when they see me." Xiaokang Wang patted his bald head proudly, and glanced at Bai Qianwan's wrist , he asked strangely again: "Are you kidnapped by Song Nongmo?"

"It doesn't count."

"Prison play?" Xiaokang Wang showed an ambiguous smile, "You guys really know how to play."

Bai Qianwan didn't bother to explain, and after taking a shower, he played a computer stand-alone game. Since Xiaokang Wang disagreed with him and kept shouting commands from the side, the two almost got into a fight over the choice of the game.When the cooking aunt came in, she saw Bai Qianwan yelling something angrily against the wall. The scene was so horrifying that she trembled in fright and almost knocked over the soup bowl.

"You look like a canary in captivity."

Seeing that Bai Qianwan paused the game to go to eat, Xiaokang Wang laughed at him.

"I know."

"Aren't you angry?"

"No."

"Er—you're a weirdo. Isn't freedom the basic human right?"

"Because I like him, just play the prison play."

Xiaokang Wang's expression seemed to swallow two flies: "Is love so great?"

It can't be said that if he doesn't do this, Song Nongmo will go crazy again sooner or later.

Although Bai Qianwan also hoped that Song Nongmo would be normal, but he couldn't find any other way now.

It's not a big trouble to be locked up here, but you can't go out to investigate the death of Li Jue'ai, Pei Yihui, and Bai Cheng's secrets.

Looking sideways at Xiaokang Wang who secretly activated the game, Bai Qianwan hesitated to speak.The ghost is really too cunning, even though Xiaokang Wang can be regarded as his relative and has a good relationship, there is no guarantee that he will not cheat him once like Mrs. Chen.

According to reports on the Internet, Li Jue'ai died in a bizarre accident. It is said that she accidentally fell on a half-finished construction site and stuck her body on the exposed steel bars of the foundation. The body was not found until the next day.Pei Yihui's method of death was similar to his. He slipped down the stairs with a fruit knife in his hand and killed himself.

This kind of story is a bit like the witchcraft case back then, it was all accidents where the murderer could not be found...

The two events were more than a year apart.Four years after Pei Yihui's death, Wang Ejie died of a poisoned poison.

Is there really any potential link between these three deaths?

Wang Ejie should know more details about the first two deaths, otherwise he wouldn't have to be so suspicious that he would be the next victim, but unfortunately he died...

What they have in common is their participation in school bullying.

If, as Wang Ejie guessed, the murderer was purely venting his anger on Bai Qianwan—then, who would this person be?

"Song Nongmo couldn't do such a thing," Bai Qianwan bit his chopsticks and analyzed vaguely, "Although he has the most motives, he would never do this with his personality."

"What are you muttering about?" Xiaokang Wang pricked up his ears and leaned closer to Bai Qianwan.

"It's nothing."

"Another murder?"

"No, I'm talking about the matter of Wang Ejie."

Xiaokang Wang laughed and said: "Aren't you the most motivated person? You clearly have festivals."

"I didn't do anything, aren't you a witness?"

"That's true," Xiaokang Wang held his chin, his mouth was crooked, and he looked thoughtful, "So, I'm also suspicious. I heard you talking that day, and we are related again."

That day...

When he said this, Bai Qianwan suddenly thought of another person - Zhou Yang was also there at the time.

When he was psychic for Zhou Yang earlier, Bai Qianwan had written down his mobile phone number, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The phone rang for a long time, and when Bai Qianwan almost thought that no one answered, a male voice answered, "Who is that?"

"It's me," Bai Qianwan slapped away Xiaokang Wang, who was eavesdropping on the back of his phone, "Bai Qianwan."

"It's you," Zhou Yang was silent for a while, "What's the matter?"

"How did Wang Ejie die?"

Bai Qianwan went straight to the point.

"Why do you ask this?" Zhou Yang let out a hoarse laugh. "He is cursed. Didn't he look for you in the past? Have you never seen him?"

"He died strangely."

"Which person didn't die like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"The two of them died strangely before. Do you think this is retribution?" Zhou Yang paused after finishing speaking. Stop doing things that bully people."

"Bullying people? Including you?"

"Forget it."

"You belong to Wang Ejie..."

"Secretary," Zhou Yang sighed, "it's easier to resign now."

"Who do you think the murderer is?"

"Qianwan, you won't be influenced by Song Nongmo, right? I don't know who killed him, I'm not the murderer anyway. As for other things, you and I don't have to worry about it... If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Wang Er The reason why Jie is afraid is not because he has done evil things. That's it, I'm dead."

beep...

"He's quite right." Xiaokang Wang quickly figured out the general cause of the incident, and commented cheekily, "You don't need to continue to entangle who is the murderer, anyway, you didn't bully others. What are you afraid of?"

"That person is only committing murder in my name."

"His behavior is indeed extreme, but these things have nothing to do with you. Your worries are nothing more than the modern version of 'I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me', which is also understandable." Xiaokang Wang said.

A bored look appeared on Bai Qianwan's face: "Who the hell..."