"You...what do you mean?"
"That's what you think. Did your daughter turn into a ghost after death and appear in front of you and at home?"
"Stop joking! Who are you? Are you really from the student union of the school? What exactly 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 stir up emotions..."
"Mr. Tong, if something really happened to Miss Tong, the right thing to do is to deal with her and let her rest in peace. It can also be heard from your previous narration that you deeply regretted the experience before Miss Tong's death. You regret that you did not take the correct treatment, 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 her own world, the situation may worsen. "
"... Phew... you..."
"Mr. Tong, please face this problem squarely."
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"I... I don't know... I don't know if it's... I don't know if it's my hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, or hallucinations. Maybe I miss Ran Ran too much... Um... Wuwu... Her mother and I have been thinking about her. , has been very sad... "
"What did you hear and see?"
"We heard her voice... the sound of her walking... that night, that night, the night she had the accident... we had sent her to the morgue, to the funeral parlor... We called an ambulance, and the doctor came to see her and said she was gone. She died... Her mother and I really collapsed, and her mother collapsed on the ground. The doctor later resuscitated her and sent her to the hospital to hang up... I... I contacted the funeral home, the kind of funeral **. They sent Ran Ran to the funeral home... I went to the hospital to see her mother. When I went home at night, before I opened the door, I heard a sound inside the door... the sound of someone walking. At that time, I didn't know that Ran Ran was inside. , or a thief or something... I thought that what happened before was probably all my dreaming. My daughter is fine... I... Wuwu... When I opened the door, after I opened the door, the lights in the house were not turned on, it was all dark, and there was the sound of footsteps. It's gone. I thought it was a thief. I turned on the light and looked for it. There was no one in the house, and the doors and windows were closed. There was still a piece of incense left in the incense burner for the Bodhisattva, and Ranran's room was filled with the smell of sandalwood. I … I forgot, I don’t even remember if the incense was burning before I went out. Probably not. She had been dead for such a long time, and if she lit the incense before taking the medicine, it should have been burned out... I... I... "
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"Return to the soul... I thought, the first night, maybe... maybe Ran Ran returned to the soul... I knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and cried. I wanted to see Ran Ran... really... I cried all night. I didn't hear any more sounds. .Didn’t hear it anymore. Didn’t hear it again that night…”
"and after?"
"... After the funeral is done... Her mother also came out of the hospital. Neither of us could sleep at night, so we lay down until our bodies were stiff... I heard footsteps outside... right at the door of the bedroom . Our bedroom door was not closed. The person, right at the door, did not come in. We both heard it. Her mother called me. As soon as we made a sound, the footsteps disappeared. Several nights... We got up and looked for She had gone there, waited, pretended to be asleep... She wouldn't come in... Her mother went to find some great immortal to talk to Ran Ran, just like asking the god to come to her. In that week, she did all kinds of things. We tried everything, but it didn't work... It still didn't work... We heard her footsteps, heard her in the house, walking at the door, but she just didn't come. She just... We couldn't stand it anymore... Her mother and I both I can't stand it anymore... It's too torturous. Her mother is almost blinded by crying. She doesn't come to see us no matter how loudly she screams. I think she may hate us... It's all our fault... "
"You just moved out of the house?"
"...Yes...we, can't stand it, can't stand it anymore..."
"Miss Tong didn't come with you?"
"No. She... She might still be at home... Maybe, maybe she's gone... It's been so long... Maybe she's gone..."
"What kind of clothes was Miss Tong wearing when she died?"
"What? She's wearing pajamas, pajamas she wears at home."
"what colour?"
"Blue, a set of blue pajamas."
"Did you only hear her footsteps but not see her?"
"No."
"Has anything at home been touched?"
"Ah? Just that incense. On the night of her accident, the incense seemed to have been lit by someone later. The other... must be gone. Her mother and I were very nervous at that time, and we didn't pay attention. There should be no Already…”
"Can I go to your home now and have a look?"
"Now? You..."
"Maybe Miss Tong is still in the house."
"This...how could this happen..."
"Mr. Tong, are you worried? If Miss Tong never left, you and your wife, as Miss Tong's parents, would have given up on the child first."
"...No, not...we..."
"Mr. Tong, go take a look. Make sure you can feel at ease."
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On June 25, 2003, he went to Tong Ranran’s residence. Audio file 02020030625 (1) wav.
Crack, crash, crash...
squeak
"... Huh... She... Ran Ran... Ran Ran?"
Da da da…
Da da da…
"Ran Ran. Ran Ran... Wuwu... She, she'd better go... She's already gone..."
Da da da.
"Boss..."
"Um."
Da da da…
"What is this?! Ran Ran! Ran Ran she..."
"Didn't you see this when you left?"
"No! When we left... not at all! Everything was fine! The room, the room was just a little messy... We didn't look... During our time... How could it be... How could it be..."
"Miss Tong stayed here for a long time."
"Ranran..."
"She's gone now."
"Woooooooo..."
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Attached: Photos of Tong Ranran’s bedroom.
The photo shows a messy bedroom room. The quilt and bed were in a mess. There was a pillow on the floor, which had been torn open, revealing the cotton wool inside.
In another photo, the desk is messy, with pens and books piled together. On the open notebook, there were writings like blood writing, "Go, die, die, die."
The third photo is of the wardrobe. In the open closet, clothes were crumpled and piled together.
In the fourth photo, there is a smashed porcelain statue of Bodhisattva. Incense ash was smeared on the statue of Bodhisattva, covering its broken face.