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#1310 dark follow-up (13)

The darkness swallowed up the scene in front of me. Mo Xiaoling's panic cries rang again.

I felt Mo Xiaoling slid down from the sofa and fell to the ground, groping, trying to find her cell phone and turn off the phone.

The man's voice continued. He tried to call Mo Xiaoling's name as gentle as possible to calm her down.

Mo Xiaoling couldn't even listen to a word. She just wanted to turn off the call, hide herself, and end everything.

Mo Xiaoling's hand touched her body with a little chill. That should be Sister Hei's body.

She grabbed Sister Hei's hand and asked anxiously: "Mobile phone! Where did you throw my phone? You called me!!" She hated Sister Hei to death.

Sister Hei was so angry that she had no way to answer Mo Xiaoling's question. However, she still weakly grabbed Mo Xiaoling's hand and wanted to hint something.

Mo Xiaoling had no intention of guessing, pushed Sister Hei away and continued to search.

The man sighed: "Are you in Boya Green Garden? I've arrived."

The sound of the car door closing came from the phone.

"Which building are you in? What floors and rooms are?" the man continued to ask, calm and calm.

Mo Xiaoling stopped and was a little at a loss.

"Xiaoling, Lingling, what floor and room are you on?" the man asked again.

"Building No. 7, 7003." Azhuang answered this question.

The man on the other end of the phone paused and agreed.

The phone still didn't hang up.

Mo Xiaoling sat on the ground.

Her face had tears, and it had dried up and became uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaoling didn't wipe it, but just sat there, as if her soul had been removed, her head was empty and she didn't think about anything.

The doorbell sounded quickly.

There was a noise next to it, as if someone was getting up from the ground.

Mo Xiaoling stopped her ability, and Azhuang should have recovered her movements.

When Mo Xiaoling heard this movement, Ru Meng woke up and suddenly became alert. Her first reaction was that she should kill A Zhuang. She was worried about what A Zhuang would do, kidnap a man as a hostage, kill a man as revenge, or say something that shouldn't have been said.

The phone rang out again at this time.

"Please open the door. Lingling, don't do anything, wait for me to come."

This sentence made Mo Xiaoling's body stiffen when she sat upright.

Azhuang walked to the door, his pace was a little slow. When the prompt to open the door sounded and the sound of the door lock being opened came, Mo Xiaoling's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

The elevator door outside opened and someone came in with his leather shoes.

The phone was hung up. The man's voice appeared at the door and greeted Azhuang politely.

The skin behind Mo Xiaoling's neck seemed to be pressed against a cold blade, and she trembled slightly, waiting for a verdict.

It's just a matter of moment when the head falls to the ground.

The man changed his shoes politely, and the sound of slippers continued from the door to Mo Xiaoling.

Mo Xiaoling could no longer control her trembling, but she was stalking her neck, raised her head, widened her eyes, as if she was just staring at the man.

Her eyes were pitch black, but her mind depicted the appearance of a man. The face of that person should be disappointed, disgusted, and indifferent...

The warm hand was pressed on Mo Xiaoling's head, which surprised Mo Xiaoling.

The hand moved to the corner of Mo Xiaoling's eyes.

"Can't see it?" The gentle words made Mo Xiaoling's eyes wet.

Tears were quickly wiped out.

Mo Xiaoling was helped up by her hands and returned to the sofa to sit down.

She cried in tears.

The man held her with his hands, and the man spoke and coaxed her. She didn't hear the words clearly, but she felt at ease.

I don't know what kind of emotions should be.

To change someone, this is probably a touching scene.

But Mo Xiaoling's murder without blinking makes people unable to like her.

I found that these sounds began to go away again. The light shone into the darkness.

Not a very strong light, just a little moonlight.

The young Mo Xiaoling was still sitting in the public garden of the community, but the boy was gone beside her.

The boy was taken away by his mother and sent to the hospital.

Mo Xiaoling recalled the anxious and panic of the woman, and also recalled the resentful look she looked at her last.

I still remember that woman's face. Although many years have passed, the change in that woman has not been too great. She is the "Sister Ji" who told Mo Xiaoling's mother that the haunted thing. The unconscious boy was her son Wan Jisheng, the man Mo Xiaoling was concerned about.

The two are childhood sweethearts. They have been neighbors in the same community since childhood, but they don’t have much time to play together. The mothers of the two families are close, but Mo Xiaoling’s ability makes her have a cold relationship with anyone.

Mo Xiaoling did not go home, and no one came to find her.

It was not until the neighborhood committee aunt who was patrolling the community found her and exclaimed that Mo Xiaoling raised her head and no longer immersed in memories.

"You are that Lingling..." The aunt said in a complicated tone, "It's too late, you can go back quickly."

She urged Mo Xiaoling to go home, but Mo Xiaoling didn't move, and she didn't come up to pull her. Another person who was walking with her for a while before walking towards the residential building where Mo Xiaoling's house was. After that, there was a quarrel coming from there, which was very loud.

"...either she will die, or I will die!!" The sharp and high-pitched female voice probably woke up the entire community.

Mo Xiaoling was indifferent.

The police finally came over.

Those quarrels seem to have nothing to do with Mo Xiaoling.

She didn't know what she should do or where her future was. She was like an autistic child, who just wanted nothing, did nothing, and was motionless.

The neighborhood committee then sent her to the police station and lived in the police station's duty room. She did not object.

There should be a big problem in communication with her grandparents. On one hand, there are elderly people and children, which are not easy to settle. Mo Xiaoling was taken to a place similar to a welfare home.

The dream scene changed, and Mo Xiaoling was called out by the aunt from the welfare home and said she had met the little brother.

When he arrived at the reception room, Mo Xiaoling saw Wan Jisheng.

Wan Jisheng's mother was talking to the staff. She only looked at Mo Xiaoling and looked away. However, this time, there was no resentment in her eyes, and she felt a little sympathy and embarrassment.

Wan Jisheng smiled and looked bad, but he was in good spirits.

Mo Xiaoling was stunned.

"I told my mother that I fainted myself. Don't be afraid." Wan Jisheng whispered to Mo Xiaoling, "They are all old-fashioned people, afraid of ghosts, and afraid of seeing ghosts. Actually, this is nothing. Superman said that it is beyond ordinary people's power and makes people afraid. They are just afraid of power that is stronger than themselves."

Wan Ji was serious, just like all middle-aged boys of this age, who regarded the lines on TV as the most wise quotes and the characters on the screen as their heroes.

"You are equivalent to superpowers. With this power, either your family has a special bloodline or your fate has chosen you. You will definitely become a very powerful person." Wan Jisheng encouraged, and grabbed Mo Xiaoling's hand with great enthusiasm.

Mo Xiaoling subconsciously wanted to break free, but she didn't.

Wan Jisheng's eyes were bright and his hand was a little cold. His body temperature was not as good as before.

Mo Xiaoling didn't notice it, but instead felt that her hands were extremely warm.

"Aren't you afraid?" Mo Xiaoling asked softly.

"I'm not afraid. You won't hurt me." Wan Jisheng said carelessly, "Super powers must be used to save people. You will definitely become a hero."

He believed so and enthusiastically gave Mo Xiaoling how to use Mo Xiaoling's abilities to help others.

This is a game for two children.

However, Mo Xiaoling's ability is not a toy.
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