The girl's stepfather continued: "But the city's mental hospital was expanding at that time, so she was allowed to live at home temporarily for a few days. We had no choice but to let her live in the original house at first, but one time she actually put the washing powder in

Pour it into my daughter's custard, and I happened to catch her. We were afraid that she was doing something outrageous, so we locked her in the house.

She didn't have any doubts. She just said she wanted a room by the window. We locked her in a room on the second floor that was originally used to store miscellaneous items. We simply decorated it and actually just put a bed. There was a musty smell inside.

Before leaving, she moved all the books that were in the small house in her hometown here, bought some drawing paper, and brought her own drawing board into the house.

I think: With the company of these things, she will use less crooked brains. As for the impact of those things on her psychology, it seems to me that her heart is already abnormal, not to mention, if we give her these books

Take it away, she will desperately with us.

We delivered her meals on time, and she was surprisingly quiet. Although the window was open outside, I would sometimes climb down when I saw her at night, but nothing terrible happened at home, so I just turned a blind eye.

One eye, she was not considering to restrict her freedom.

It was really strange. Later, she went out very frequently at night. I once saw her walking on the path of my house with a boy. At that time, there was only a faint light, and I only saw her back, and I didn't bother to care about her.

From then on, she often asked for two portions of food when eating, saying she didn't have enough to eat. I knew it, but didn't tell my wife, for fear that she would worry. At night, I would sneak outside her house and overhear everything inside.

Most of the time Suosuo spoke, she was talking about "ghosts", "mysteries", "abandoned schools", etc. in her words. I was quite worried about that boy, and I was afraid of being led astray by her.

That time, I finally met the boy. She offered to stay at the boy's house for a few days and asked me to let her out. I thought that if I didn't let her go, she would definitely turn the family upside down, so I let her go.

When she left, she packed up her large and small bags and asked the boy to help her carry a lot of books. It seemed to me that she didn't look like she was staying for a few days, but rather like she was moving.

The boy was about 12 years old, a handsome boy, and he listened to her very much. Most of the time, she would give instructions while the boy was busy running around. I said, "Don't let me work all the time. You should go and help."

She glared at me fiercely and told me to shut up. I didn't say anything anymore. It would be better to have less trouble than to have more trouble.

About a week later, she came back alone and dirty, still carrying big and small bags. She looked like a little beggar. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As soon as she walked in, she said to my wife and me: "I don't think Qiangqiang will survive."

My wife and I were shocked. My wife asked nervously: "What's going on? What did you do to me?"

She looked at our expressions and burst into laughter, which made my skin crawl.

"Please, little ancestor, tell me, what's going on?" My wife had already collapsed on the sofa.

"It's nothing," she said nonchalantly, "He is too timid. He runs away in fear when he sees a ghost. He doesn't listen to me at all. I asked him not to look back all the time, but he didn't listen. Now the ghost

It took his soul away."

"What are you talking about? Does his family know?" My wife was about to break.

"You should know now." She said. After a pause, she added, "Why don't you send me to a mental hospital? It's too boring here."

After my wife was afraid that something might happen to the boy, her parents came to her and begged me. No matter what, she must be sent away today. I called my friend again, and my friend begged the dean for a while before agreeing.

I'll scare her tonight.

When leaving, the dean didn't let her take any messy things with her. She took a longing look at it and followed without saying anything.

In the evening, when we went out to get some fresh air, we met a neighbor. She told us that the grandson of the old Liu family who lived in the third row building, Qiangqiang, had been missing for a week and came back. His whole person seemed to have changed. He was talking crazy words and calling for witches.

In the practice, it is a ghost upper body.

My wife and I felt very guilty. I wanted to see what happened. There were many people in his yard. There was a witch wearing a wide robe and a witch jumping there, thinking of words.

He was lying sickly on the wicker chair, talking nonsense, such as "There is a ghost watching me", "Please, let me go", "I am about to become a ghost" and so on. His home

The people were crying darkly.

My wife also cried too much. I helped her so that she could stand up. I made her stronger, don't show the flaws.

At this time, the sword in the witch's hand suddenly swung to the water tank next to it and broke into two pieces. At this time, Qiangqiang made a weird cry from his mouth, and finally shouted: "There is a ghost watching.

Me." He rolled his eyes and died.

I hurriedly helped my wife, who had not yet reacted, back.

Later, we never visited her again, so we had no news about her. Until recently, my daughter often received some threatening letters when she was in school. There was no return address in them. I vaguely felt that she was out.

I often go to school to pick up my daughter, but I didn't expect a career, hey ... "He wiped his tears.

"Thank you for your cooperation. We must find out the truth in time. Don't be too sad, you still have to continue your life."
Chapter completed!