The book is very strange, and the text on it is also very strange. I originally thought that the family of three died in arson, so more or less I should have collected some relevant information. Of course, I am not a professional, and I can collect some information about the owner It will also help me find Wu Jian and Huang Xiaolong.
But now this book, how should I put it, I didn’t read the content, but just read the two lines of pen writing, it seems that there is something wrong with this family
Emotional entanglement? I don't want to, but the big question mark at the end of the book seems to indicate that the problem lies with the family. What could it be? Just as I was thinking, the sound of the little bell came from behind me.
"what's on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing." I answered casually, picked up the book, and continued to look for other things.
I don't want to touch the bed, so I keep looking at the desk. There are a lot of burnt boards collapsed on one side of the desk. It seems that it used to be a bookshelf, but there is no book on it. Maybe there is, I He looked at the ashes under his feet.
Suddenly, I found that there seemed to be something reflecting light under the desk. I bent down and carefully looked at it. It was a mirror. It was very small, only half the size of a palm. It was glued to the bottom of the desk with transparent glue. The desk has been burned, and there is almost no way I can find it.
I stretched out my hand to tear off the transparent glue, and held the mirror in my hand. The mirror was very rough, giving people the impression that the workmanship was extremely poor. It gave people a sense of distortion, like a concave-convex mirror, but the mirror was full of words, very small. , written with a red pen, I stared at the flashlight for a long time, but I couldn’t tell what was written on it, one was because of the reflection of the mirror, and the other was because the characters were too small. Is there anyone in this family who is interested in miniature carvings?
I was about to put the mirror in my trouser pocket and take it back to study it, but suddenly I saw the little bell in the mirror, the little bell still had the faint smile, under the unevenness of the mirror, it seemed to be a different person , I turned around, it was the little bell, it was probably the reason for this mirror, the manufacturer who produced this mirror was really irresponsible.
There seems to be nothing on the desk. I searched the room for a while, but found nothing. I took out my mobile phone to check the time, but I don’t know when, the mobile phone lost signal, and the time seems to have gone, no. Ah, although this is an old city, the signal will definitely not be bad, and even if there is no signal, the time on the phone cannot be stopped.
I noticed something was wrong, but Little Bell didn't seem to notice it. I raised my hand, and was thinking about calling Lulu with the cheek. Suddenly, I found that the silver bracelet that Su Qing gave me to deal with the ghost baby had turned black. Could it be poisonous? , My first reaction is that silver can detect some toxins.
But as I looked carefully, I found that the silver bracelet had not turned black, but was slowly decaying as if it had been used for countless years, and tiny potholes had appeared on it. What's going on
I don't know why the silver bracelet has such a change, but my heart is slowly becoming uneasy. All this is definitely not a normal phenomenon. Although the little bell has always said that he has not seen a ghost, what if it is not a ghost, but something else , or a ghost that is much stronger than Little Bell.
I decided to leave as soon as possible. Although I haven't found any direct clues yet, I have a hunch that this book and the words on the mirror should be of great help to me.
After calming down a little and calming myself down, I said, "Little Bell, let's go."
"Uncle, are you leaving so soon?"
Why don't you stay here overnight? I thought depressingly in my heart. I was about to ask Xiaoling to leave again. Suddenly, I thought something was wrong. Little Bell kept calling me brother, but it seemed to be uncle just now.
I thought about it carefully, not just just now, since I entered this room, Little Bell has been calling me uncle. Could it be that my sweat has left behind all of a sudden, but I dare not show any strangeness, in case Little Bell is really Ghost, uh, she really is a ghost.
I mean what if Little Bell is not Little Bell but some other ghost in disguise
At this moment, I admired my courage a little. I tried to use a calm tone and said: "Then look for it for a while." Then I turned around and pretended to search in the high cabinet. Behind, it shouldn't suddenly hurt me now.
And this little bell is a fake, so the real little bell must not be with me, she will be anxious, and then, there is a great possibility to find a helper, of course, I can't completely pin my hopes on this, in case the little bell There is also a fake me next to the bell.
I was holding a flashlight in one hand and rubbing the blood jade bracelet with the other. I didn't dare to make a sound, I just liked to wake up Lulu in the bracelet with my movements, but the bracelet definitely didn't respond.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
I swallowed, the voice was so loud that even I was startled, but I still forced myself to calm down and said, "See if there are any clues."
"Uncle, why do you keep touching that bracelet?"
I froze, and now I am 100% sure that the little bell behind me is not the real little bell.
"Uncle, why don't you turn around and look at me."
I got goosebumps all over my body, and the chills came in waves. I should have been found, but Lulu didn't show up. Now I can only delay, whether it's until dawn, or until the police outside find out the problem here , or dragged to the little bell to find me.
I turned around slowly, and now every movement of mine was stiff, but I still showed a smile that I thought was okay, and I was about to make up some reason. Little Bell spoke again.
"Uncle, are we a family?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because we are family."
I was a little dizzy by the logic of the little bell, because it was a family that asked if it was a family, what kind of logic was this, but I didn't dare to answer casually, and pretended to think about it.
"Uncle, are we a family?" Little Bell asked for the second time.
I still look like I'm thinking hard.
According to the routine of ghost movies, as long as I say yes, then I will definitely not be able to leave, because it is a family, and the family must be together. This is a very logical routine.
But according to another routine of ghost movies, as long as I say no, then this ghost pretending to be a little bell is very likely to become angry and kill me brutally.
God, this routine is so deep that I can't even step on it.
Little Bell didn't speak, but with a vague smile, she tilted her head and looked at me, as if she was waiting for my answer, but how should I answer
Sweat dripped down one by one, I opened my mouth several times, but I didn’t make any sound