I put myself into different scenarios, assuming that I followed the rules and eliminated the little girl.
So do I feel guilty? I tried it and found that I had already made a decision in my heart.
I stroked the tree trunk and murmured in a low voice: "Is it a small black sign, I will take it down."
I felt the trembling of the tree trunk, and I understood that it was the excited mood of the little girl.
I left the grove without asking, the girl must let the other children go, because I know that as long as she can get revenge, she will definitely leave.
I got the information from Editor Li and quickly found my goal.
That is, Xiong Yao, the father of the ninth and tenth children.
Xiong Yao is a very decent and successful person. He is tall, elegant, and treats people well.
I didn't waste time, I'm not a policeman, I don't need to look for evidence, all I need is to let him take off the black wooden necklace that he always wears around his neck.
I don't know what that black wooden sign is, but it gives me a very strange feeling.
It's very strange, I can feel that it's not the power of an ordinary magic weapon, it's more like a ghost living in it.
I made an appointment with Xiong Yao directly, in an elegantly decorated coffee shop.
I sat on the sofa, and Xiong Yao sat opposite me.
Just because I was one minute late, I apologized to me, very sincerely.
Seeing that I have been looking at him, Xiong Yao said with a smile: "Sir, I don't know what you want from me, we don't seem to know each other?"
I nodded: "Yes, we don't know each other, but I am very interested in the necklace you are wearing."
Xiong Yao froze for a moment, then subconsciously touched the necklace on his chest.
I stirred the coffee and asked, "If, I want to buy your necklace, how much do you plan to ask for?"
Xiong Yao was taken aback for another moment, and said with a wry smile: "Sir, I'm afraid you made a mistake. My necklace is just cheap wood, not worth much, let alone antiques or jade."
I showed a faint smile, stretched out my hand and said, "Can you show me?"
Xiong Yao frowned, showing a hint of displeasure: "I don't think so."
"I think it's necessary."
"Oh." Xiong Yao stood up: "Thank you for the coffee, but I have to go."
"Don't you miss your daughter?"
Xiong Yao, who was about to turn around, was shocked, and looked at me in surprise, with a little sadness in his eyes: "My daughter has died in a car accident, I don't know what you want to do, sir? sad about things."
"Oh, so you never thought Xiong Rouxi was your daughter? That's right, otherwise you wouldn't have killed her."
Anger appeared on Xiong Yao's face, and he said very displeasedly: "I can't understand what you said, I have to leave."
"Wait." I also stood up.
Xiong Yao looked at me dissatisfied: "What else do you want?"
"No, I just think you deserve a beating."
As I said that, before Xiong Yao could react, I punched him directly in the chest.
The strength was not great, but the awl on the back of my hand was slightly emitting light, and it directly hit the pendant under his clothes.
There was a slight cracking sound.
Xiong Yao took a step back, pulled out his necklace from his chest, and looked at the small black card that was broken in half.
From the place where the small sign broke, traces of black air came out.
Xiong Yao clearly saw the black air, and at this moment he was looking at me with an ugly face, and after looking at me for a long time, he said angrily: "Crazy."
Seeing Xiong Yao turn around and leave, I was very surprised. Could it be that Xiong Yao didn't know the meaning of the small black card.
But it doesn't matter anymore, I think when Xiong Rouxi goes to see him at night, he will definitely understand all this.
Quietly leaving the coffee shop, I took out the last newspaper.
This is not a report, but a short story, with no beginning and no end, which makes people puzzled.
The story goes like this:
Xiao Ming and Xiao Jie are good friends. Recently Xiao Ming often told Xiao Jie that when he looked in the mirror at night, he found that the person in the mirror was not himself.
Xiaojie said that Xiao Ming was too tired and had hallucinations.
But Xiaojie is also very curious, so Xiaojie also looks in the mirror at night. Three days later, Xiaojie died.
Xiao Ming goes to Xiaojie's funeral and meets Xiaojie's father there.
Xiaojie's father told Xiaoming that Xiaojie said something to him before he died.
Xiao Ming asked what it was.
Xiaojie's father said that Xiaojie told him before he died that there was no mirror in Xiaoming's house.
The whole story is very simple, I read it back and forth several times, although this story is interesting, but there is no suggestive language.
I have absolutely no idea what I should do.
After thinking for a long time, I can only focus on the author of this story.
The author's name is Xiaojie.
It seems that we can only ask Editor Li and the others to help.
Editor Li's actions were as fast as ever, and on the third day, he gave me a document.
It is said that it is information, but in fact there is only one name and address.
It is the author of this story.
Ding Xiaojie, No. 414, Unit 2, Huafu Community, North Street.
I didn't waste any time and went directly to this home called Ding Xiaojie.
The Washington district sounds like a community, but in fact, it is just old buildings.
Later, for the convenience of management, it was collectively named as the Washington District.
Shuttle among the identical concrete buildings, it took a long time before I found the so-called second unit.
It's just that I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find this so-called 414 number.
There are only 12 houses on the first floor, and the row number is only 412. There is no 414 at all.
I wondered, is the so-called 414 a haunted house? If so, I just need to wait until night, maybe I will see it.
It's really that simple, the houses here are very old, and many people have moved out, but nearly half of them still live there.
Most of them are elderly people. I was about to inquire when I saw a courier boy walking over.
It seems that this courier brother should often deliver things here, and many residents are saying hello. Looks very familiar.
Seeing the courier boy coming towards me, I hurried forward a few steps.
"Brother, can I ask something?"
"Are you asking?" The courier boy seemed very enthusiastic.
I took out the paper with the address on it and put it in front of him: "Brother, there is no 414 here?"
The courier boy saw it, and immediately laughed: "Oh, look for Ding Xiaojie, he lives in 502."
"502?" I'm a little confused, so maybe the address that Editor Li gave me was wrong.
At this moment, the courier brother couldn't help laughing: "Ding Xiaojie is a writer who specializes in supernatural stories. Originally, he lives in 502, but for some reason, he always says that he lives in 414."
I nodded suddenly, and left the courier brother.
Looking up at the concrete building.