Qingye Supernatural Office

I was in darkness, my whole body was suspended in the void.

Following that line of sight, I saw a pair of eyes full of resentment.

I don't know this person... no, I should say I don't know this ghost.

This ghost looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, still a boy, with bruises all over his body and scant clothes.He just stared at me, staring at me resentfully.

If this sight had any substance, it would be creepy.

This is not the malice of that kind of evil spirit, but pure hatred.

Next to the boy, another ghost emerged from the darkness.

It was a middle-aged woman with distorted limbs. From the mouth down to the chest, there were traces of blood.Her eyes, plaintive and miserable, stared at me beggingly.Although it's not resentment, I still feel uncomfortable being locked in by this kind of eyes.

Then, something appeared behind me.

My body turned slowly and uncontrollably.

Another ghost, male, young man, with a big hole in his stomach, and the intestines fell out of it.His eyes were cold, and he just stared at me without saying a word.That piercing sight stimulated my heart.

In the darkness, many figures emerged one after another.

They surrounded me, stared at me, and said nothing.

I know this is in a dream, and I am possessing someone else, but this kind of silent pressure is more disorienting than Wu Mingle's intense fear.

I felt as if I had become a sinner and was undergoing a kind of silent judgment.

These ghosts didn't speak, but their eyes were already accusing me of the crimes I had done to them.

I want to escape.

As long as I separate from the person I am possessed by, I can be a bystander and leave this oppressive feeling.

Just when I was about to move, those ghosts moved first.

There was a gap in the circle that surrounded me.

In that gap, the middle-aged woman took the young girl's hand and stepped out of the darkness step by step.

I heard the heavy breathing and beating of the possessed subject.

Judging from the movements and expressions of the two, they seemed to be mother and daughter.

As they emerged from the darkness, blurry outlines became clear, as did the scars on their bodies.

The girl's skirt was torn open, revealing her bruised skin.His body was covered with blood.Her wrist was bleeding, and the wound was an irregular hole from which blood flowed out, leaving a bright red spot all over the place.

The clothes of the middle-aged woman had also been torn, and there was a clear fingerprint on some slack muscles.There were no obvious fatal wounds on her body, but the road she walked also left bloody footprints along the way.

"Woo—" the object of my possession let out a whimper.

The mother and daughter looked indifferent.

I knelt down on the ground along with the object I possessed, and tears welled up from my eyes.

After a long time, a voice rang above his head.

"Father, when will you come to save us? When will you come to avenge us?"

A cold, girlish voice, without a trace of emotion.

I feel the same way as the possessed object, and I feel as if my heart is being grabbed.

In an instant, I broke free from the body of the person I possessed.

I saw the man kneeling on the ground.

The hunched back, mixed with white hair, slightly trembling head.

This figure looks familiar.

"You can't save us, can't you help us avenge?" the girl continued, "What they said is true. Dad, you are not a hero, you can do nothing."

The man straightened up slowly.

I was not surprised when I saw his appearance, but my heart still skipped a beat.

The dream was suddenly engulfed in darkness.

It was total darkness again, pure darkness.

The sound of crying came from the darkness.

I passively search in the dark, walking in this empty darkness.

Soon, I saw a ball of light, and in the halo was a boy covered in bruises.

"You..." The object of my possession opened his mouth, "Are you alright?"

He was at a loss, wanted to get closer, but hesitated.

The boy raised his head, his face was full of tears and blood, "Help me...help me..."

"……it is good."

He got up from the ground, turned around, and staggered into the darkness.

My body stayed in place for two seconds before I chased the boy forward.

The darkness receded slowly and became the street.

I walked past the gate of a school and arrived at a small shop next to the school.

The boy stayed at the door of the shop, staring timidly at the men in the shop.

It was a rental bookstore, which is no longer seen in Minqing City.The owner of the bookstore is a tall and thick man, sitting on a small bench, shaking his body while flipping through a book with rough edges in his hand.

The boy seemed to muster up his courage, and squeezed out the words between his teeth: "It's him! I didn't steal the book! He falsely accused me and beat me! He beat me to death and robbed me of my money! It's him !"

He spoke louder and louder, his voice trembling, but there were still tears rolling down his face, his face was harsh and his heart was soft, pitiful and miserable.

I heard another voice, the voice of a young man.The voice came from my body.

"He killed you? Do you...have evidence?" The voice hesitated, hesitating, just like he was chasing the boy just now.

"I was beaten to death by him! I was beaten to death by him!" The boy couldn't believe it, and let out a louder cry, a cry of grief.

"Oh, okay...I, I see..." The man stammered a little, took a deep breath, and slowly stabilized, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely find evidence and bring him to justice!"

The dream suddenly changed.

"Xiao Li, the owner of the bookstore has already been interrogated. He beat the deceased and robbed him of his money. But the fatal injury, the slap in the spleen, was not done by him. He knocked him unconscious and threw It's behind the store, which is not where we found the corpse." The man in uniform said, waving his hand, "Follow this line and continue to check to see if anyone has seen who took the dead away."

"Yes, captain." The young man got up and answered.

However, in the next second, in the dark dream.

"He killed me! Why did you let him go? He killed me!" The boy let out a hysterical cry and looked at me in disbelief.

"We have found out the situation. He hit your lower abdomen and face and strangled your neck, but he did not cause the fatal injury to your spleen. Colleagues from the forensics department have made a comparison. We are not letting go Let him go, he's released on bail, next..." The young man explained in a good-tempered manner.

"How could it be...it's him, obviously it's him!" The boy yelled on the spot, tears welling up again.He panicked and asked: "If it's not his words, who is it?"

No one answered.

Darkness engulfed the boy.

The surrounding lights up, and it was the policeman in uniform again, this time he said a little tiredly: "It's confirmed, he did it."

"Is there any evidence?" The young man was in a daze.

"This is the evidence. His son's money was robbed, and he would not return it. When he took his son home, he was angry and moved his hand. That's it. He already had a criminal record, and the divorce was due to gambling and domestic violence. .His son is also young and can't figure it out. He was sentenced to a reliable mother, but he still keeps in touch with that kind of man and asks his mother for money to fill the hole of that kind of scum." The policeman shook his head.

The surroundings fell silent, and darkness replaced light.

The boy stood there in the dark, staring at me resentfully.