"You...what do you mean?"

"That's what you mean. Did your daughter turn into a ghost after death, appear in front of you, and at home?"

"Stop kidding! Who are you? They are really from the school student union? What do you want to ask?"

"Mr. Tong, as far as we know, after your daughter passed away, you and your wife didn't go home very much."

"We don't want to be moved by the scene..."

"Mr. Tong, if something really happened to Miss Tong, the correct way is to solve her and let her rest in peace. From your previous story, you can also hear that you regretted the experience of Miss Tong during the period before her death. You regretted not taking the correct treatment method, which led to Miss Tong's suicide. The situation is actually the same now. If you and your wife still choose to escape and let Miss Tong stay in their own world, the situation may worsen further."

“…huh…you…”

"Mr. Tong, please face this issue."

“…”

“…”

"I...I don't know...I don't know if it's...I don't know if it's my hallucination, auditory hallucination, hallucination, maybe I miss Ranran too much...Wuwu... Her mother and I have been thinking about her all the time, and have been sad..."

"What did you hear, what did you see?"

"I heard her voice...the sound of her walking...the night, that night, the night when she had an accident...we had already sent her to the morgue and sent her to the funeral home...we called an ambulance, the doctor came over and saw her and said that the person was dead...her mother and I were really broken, and her mother collapsed directly on the ground. The doctor then rescued her and sent her to the hospital for water...I...I contacted the funeral home, the funeral one-stop kind. They sent Ranran to the funeral home...I went to the hospital to see her mother. I went home at night, before opening the door, before opening the door, I heard a sound inside the door...the sound of someone walking. I was at that time

, I don't know if it was Ran Ran inside or the thief... I thought the previous things might be all about me. My daughter was fine... I... Woo... When I opened the door, after I opened the door, the lights in the house were not turned on, they were all black, and the footsteps were gone. I thought it was a thief. I turned on the lights and looked for them. There was no one in the house, and the doors and windows were closed. The Bodhisattva, in the incense burner, there was still a piece of incense left, and Ran Ran's room smelled like sandalwood. I... I forgot, I don't remember whether the incense was burning before leaving the door. It shouldn't be. She died for so long, and she had to light incense before taking medicine, and it should have been burned... I... I..."

“…”

"Returning to the soul...I thought, the first night, maybe... it might be Ran Ran's soul... I knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and cried. I wanted to see Ran Ran... I really... I cried all night. I didn't hear the sound anymore. I didn't hear it anymore. I didn't hear it again that night..."

"What happened later?"

"...After the funeral is finished...her mother came out of the hospital. At night, we couldn't sleep, so we lay down until our bodies were stiff...I heard outside and heard footsteps outside...it was at the door of the bedroom. The door of our bedroom was not closed. That person was at the door and didn't come in. Both of us heard it. Her mother called me. As soon as we made a sound, the footsteps disappeared. Several nights...we got up and looked for them, but we were still waiting, and pretended to be sleeping...she didn't come in...what big is her mother going to look for?

Xian, if you want to talk to Ranran, you are also asking God to go up. In that week, you have done all kinds of things and tried them. No... Still no... We heard her footsteps, and when she heard her walking in the house and at the door, she just couldn't come. She just... we couldn't stand it anymore... Her mother and I couldn't stand it anymore... It was so tormenting. Her mother's eyes were almost crying and she didn't come to see us no matter how she shouted. I think she might hate us... It's all bad for us..."

"You guys moved out of the house?"

“…it’s…we can’t stand it, can’t stand it anymore…”

"Miss Tong didn't follow?"

"No. She... She may still be at home... Maybe she has left... It's been so long... Maybe she has left..."

"What kind of clothes did Miss Tong wear when she passed away?"

"What? She was wearing pajamas, the pajamas she wore at home."

“What color?”

"Blue, a blue pajamas."

"You only heard her footsteps, didn't you see her?"

"No."

"Have you ever been passive in the house?"

"Ah? That fragrance. On the night when she had an accident, it seemed that someone lit the fragrance later. The others... should be gone. At that time, her mother and I were very nervous and didn't pay attention. It should be gone..."

"Can you go to your house now?"

"Now? You..."

"Maybe Miss Tong is still in the house."

"This...how could this happen..."

"Mr. Tong, are you not at ease? If Miss Tong has not left, it is you and your wife, as Miss Tong's parents, gave up the child first."

“…No, no…we…”

"Mr. Tong, go and have a look. Confirm, you can also feel at ease."

“…”

On June 25, 2003, I went to Tong Ranran's residence. Audio file 02020030625(1).wav.

Hulala...Kala, Kala...

Scream-

"…huh…she…ranran…ranranran?”

Da, da, da...

Da, da, da...

"Ran Ran.Ran Ran...Woooo...She, she's better leave...She's gone..."

Da, da, da.

"Boss..."

"Um."

Da, da, da...

"What is this?! Ranran! Ranran-she..."

"Didn't you see this when you left?"

"No! When we left... there was no! They were all fine! The room was just a little messy... we didn't look... how could it be... how could it be..."

"Ms. Tong stayed here for a long time."

"slowly……"

"She has left now."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

...

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Attached: Photos of Tong Ranran’s bedroom.

The photo shows a messy bedroom room, quilts and beds in a mess. There is a pillow on the ground that was torn apart, revealing the cotton wool inside.

In another photo, the desk was very messy, with pens and books piled up together. On the spread notebook, there were blood-like handwriting, saying "Die, die, die, die."

The third photo is a wardrobe. In the open wardrobe, the clothes are wrinkled and piled up together.

In the fourth photo, there is a smashed porcelain statue of the Bodhisattva. Incense ash is smeared on the statue of the Bodhisattva, covering the broken face of the Bodhisattva.
Chapter completed!