Peng Siqing took the subway home as usual. After leaving the station, he walked straight along the sidewalk and turned right. He could enter the small street in the residential area from the main road in five minutes.

She is so familiar with this road that she walks this road every day, holding her cell phone like this every day, and she doesn't forget to continue browsing Weibo when walking.

When you see the content of the sculpting, you smile and restrain yourself from laughing. When you see your idol posting a new selfie, you will be crazy and quickly save the pictures, like, forward, and comment in one stop. When you see social news, she will read the comments and like them.

She also followed some well-known and non-famous bloggers, and saw them posting some long comics, funny animations, emotional stories, netizens' contributions, unpopular little knowledge, emoticons...

What Peng Siqing is watching now is a nine-cage emoticon. She collected them one by one and stored them in her emoticons, and only felt that she gained a lot.

Just as he was about to close the last picture, Peng Siqing felt that she heard some strange sound.

She turned her head and looked at her feet, and her feet quickly moved.

When she moved away, she saw a white circle on the sidewalk.

The circle is not regular, like it was drawn casually, and there is a deliberately opened gap.

Such graphics are not unfamiliar to most people.

Peng Siqing's feet unconsciously rubbed against the ground, as if she was about to rub off the things stuck to the soles of her shoes.

She continued to move forward, but her mood was not affected. When she saw the latest silly jokes she had made, she couldn't help but smile.

Peng Siqing raised her eyelids at the intersection, trying to confirm that she would not hit someone who walked out of the corner, but then she saw the corner of the intersection diagonally opposite.

An old lady was burning paper money under the street lights there. The fire was not high, and the smell of smoke came and appeared faintly.

Peng Siqing stopped.

She also thought about it for a while and confirmed that today was not Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan, and it shouldn't be a day when people often burn paper money.

Peng Siqing's heartbeat was a little disordered, and the discomfort of the heart quickly infected other parts of the body.

She quickly turned and walked along the sidewalk.

This uncomfortable feeling made her a little familiar with her.

She also has a sense of familiarity with a thorn on her back.

After biting his lip, Peng Siqing turned her head and looked at the place where the old lady was squatting before.

There were no people there, no fire, and the smell of smoke became illusory, as if it had never appeared.

Peng Siqing was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat.

She found that she had not met a single person along the way today.

At this time, the residential areas here should not be so deserted.

And the one she met just now...

Peng Siqing shivered, and a vague memory appeared in her mind.

She had seen ghosts with her own eyes when she was a child!

That should have happened when she was in the second grade.

She lives in a very ordinary community, with residential buildings not high and the distance between buildings is not large. One day that summer vacation, she stayed at home alone, and her parents went to work. She was watching TV, and suddenly felt something and turned to look at the balcony. She walked to the balcony window and stared at the residential building opposite to search. Sure enough, she found something unusual.

That was an old lady.

The old lady she didn't know sat on the balcony of the house on the third floor opposite, as if she was basking in the sun. In the room behind the old lady, some were crying, some were burning things, and smoke was floating out.

She watched like that for a long time. When the people in the room went out together, the sound of cars starting and talking to people came from downstairs. After a brief noisy conversation, someone burst into tears.

Such sorrow and crying scared her. She brought a stool and climbed up to see the funeral procession downstairs.

At that time, she had no idea what the funeral was, and was unfamiliar with what was happening downstairs, and was also a little scared.

She looked at the balcony opposite again and saw that the old lady had already stood up, and stood at the window, protruding her head to look out.

The old lady seemed to notice her gaze, looked at her, and smiled at her.

When the funeral procession left, she looked up and saw that the old lady was gone.

That night, the family burned a lot of things in the open space in the community, and the smell of smoke kept floating into her house. After dinner, the three of them went out for a walk and saw the pile of ashes as high as a hill.

Peng Siqing still doesn't know if the old lady who died in that family was the old lady.

She might not have seen a ghost, but just met an ordinary old lady.

Or maybe, she saw ghosts and ghosts who were still lingering in the world.

When Peng Siqing thought of this, she couldn't help but look at the corner of the street again.

She didn't remember the old lady's appearance back then. She didn't see clearly what the old lady who burned paper money looked like. Now the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the two were very similar.

Not all old ladies look the same, at least there is a difference between height, shortness, fatness and thinness.

That just now...

Bang!

Peng Siqing, who had been turning her head and looking behind her, didn't pay attention. She hit the person and took a few steps back.

She quickly turned her head and opened her mouth to apologize.

Only then did she see clearly the person she bumped into.

The two men looked very strong, drunk and had a bad look.

Peng Siqing's hair stood up, and she lowered her head and wanted to go around them.

Before she could take two steps, she was held on her arm by two men.

"What are you doing?!" Peng Siqing screamed in fear.

"You bumped into someone, and you want to run away?" The man was confident.

His companion also reached out and grabbed Peng Siqing's other arm, "You pay for the money! Pay our medical expenses!"

Peng Siqing had never encountered such a thing. She briefly forgot the self-defense skills, women's fighting tricks, and other Weibo contents that she watched online.

She just struggled instinctively and yelled.

"I'm asking you to be paralyzed! I've killed one of them, and I'll make a profit if I kill another one!" One of the men looked ferocious and suddenly took out a knife from his pocket of clothes. Without saying a word, he covered Peng Siqing's mouth and stabbed her neck with a knife.

"Damn! These women! They are all not honest! They will scream again! Let you open the door! Let you bring a fucking note to catch us!" Another man suddenly became furious, and also took out a knife from the inside of his clothes and stabbed Peng Siqing.

Peng Siqing's final struggle was just a kick to the man's waist, and he turned over and crawled a few centimeters.

She couldn't escape.

Her cell phone fell to the ground, right at her hand, stained red by her own blood.

She put her hand on her phone and clicked on the message bar on Weibo.

The top reply comes from "Mr. Zhang in the Square", and the reply content is:

[I have nothing to do with the editor and don’t know each other at all. I am just a fanatical supernatural enthusiast. I have done a lot of research and visited many masters. If you are interested in this, you can send me a private message and let’s communicate. [Too happy]]

Peng Siqing did not see this reply stained with blood.

Her face was facing the direction of the intersection, and she could see the corner where she had been turning her head.

There was nothing there, and there seemed to be a smell of smoke coming and it would not dissipate for a long time.
Chapter completed!