Zhang Yuan’s death once again caused quite a stir in the school. One week, three consecutive murders occurred and four lives were killed. This has definitely not been encountered since the school was established.

I followed the usual practice, after Qin Xiangdong made a simple transcript, and returned home, it was already evening.

Although I kept calming myself.

But in my head, I turned back and forth, which was always the sentence before Zhang Yuan's death. She said, it looks at you, does that baby look at me?

I was probably tired. I fell asleep in a daze, but as soon as I dipped the pillow, I had a dream. In the dream, the little girl in the red dress before pushed the door into my room.

It's just different from the last meeting.

This time her face was very vicious and vicious.

There was a big hole in the white forehead, and blood ran down her shoulders, winding with her red dress, a pair of lifeless dead fish eyes, staring coldly at me.

A sigh of anger hit the face.

"...You lied to me, you promised me, let my mother be good, you have spoken, I hate you, I have no mother... Cui's family should be damn, you should be damn..."

"When did I promise you..."

I hurried to defend.

But I didn't finish the excuse, and suddenly I woke up from my dream.

Into the eyes, it was completely dark, with the sound of clocks looming in my ears, but it was far from the rush of my heartbeat.

I moved around and found a layer of sweat on my back.

"When did I promise her..."

I asked myself.

Before, obviously she came to me desolately, begging me, and I didn’t say anything. The little ghost thought that I had promised her, and the ghost was such a stubborn creature. Keep biting.

Of course I wouldn’t think it was just a dream.

I was afraid that after the female ghost in high heels was surrendered, it directly stimulated her daughter, that is, the little red girl ghost.

Cui Tingting is afraid of danger.

Collecting money to eliminate disasters, I hurriedly picked up my phone and called Cui Tingting.

Over the phone, Cui Tingting's languid voice soon came: "Su Miao'er, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Cui Tingting, you listen, I tell you, you may be in danger now, you must stay awake, I will help you contact Ning Yuandao immediately..." I said quickly.

"What are you talking about, aren't you already...ah... ghost..."

Cui Tingting's impatient words hadn't been finished yet. The other end of the phone instantly turned into a scream of sorrow, and then there was a beeping busy tone.

"Cui Tingting!"

My heart, which had calmed down a little bit, jumped up in an instant, holding my phone's arm, and it was stiff for a long time.

When I responded, I hurriedly called Cui Tingting's phone here, although I knew that such hope was almost slim.

However, the mobile phone is actually connected here.

"Cui Tingting, how are you?"

"Hey, hey..."

A creepy laugh came from the other end of the phone. In such a quiet dark night, I suddenly felt like a hairy upright. I also know that this is not Cui Tingting's answering the phone.

I quickly hung up the phone.

He stiffened his body and could not relax for almost half a day.

In just half a day, Zhang Yuan died and Cui Tingting also happened...

Although these people have no direct relationship with me, but it really happened to me, as if the next one was me.