The headless female corpse climbed down from the ceiling, revealing an arm that had shrunk like a dead tree, and its sunken eyes were sunken into the deep gray, bottomless depths.
"I wouldn't wish them any better," she said.
"Want me to bring them?"
Su Qian turned the back of her hands and wiped away the blood and ash on her face. She picked up a bunch of stray hair between her fingers and hooked it to her ear, "I see you want revenge."
"What's revenge? Aren't you afraid that I'll kill them?"
The pupils of his eyes shrank, and even the undersides of his eyelids were wrinkled.
"Don't be afraid, I've seen ghosts kill people."
Su Qian was so calm that there was no trace of anything strange in his eyes.
"I have a sister who is very kind to me. She dresses me in beautiful clothes, gives me the first bite of watermelon, and she only celebrates my birthday."
"But I haven't figured out why such a good sister was killed by a ghost after seven years of thinking..."
She could not forget the sight of her sister's death.
The head and body are separate.
Su Qian could not imagine how painful her sister must be. In the past seven years, she had not dared to look at even a photo of her sister. The fear that could not be extricated was more difficult to deal with than a ghost.
But she still didn't give up.
"I keep looking for ghosts, keep looking."
Su Qian said too firmly, "If I catch that vicious ghost, I will definitely push it to hell with my own hands. There is no respect for the dead."
The headless female corpse shook the head in her hand, as if shaking her head in denial.
"You will not."
"Su Qian, you can't."
Her name was pronounced word for word, which surprised her.
"How do you know I am Su Qian?"
"I wasn't sure when your classmates called you that. Now I know clearly that I actually met you seven years ago."
Su Qian immediately raised her eyelids. She didn't expect such a thing to happen.
"It was raining heavily that day. I fell from the rooftop of this building. A group of people gathered around the body to take pictures. Only a little girl came close to me holding an umbrella. She raised the handle of the umbrella very high to cover me. Weather the wind and rain..."
"I have an impression."
Su Qian frowned and thought for a while, "So that big sister wearing beautiful clothes is you."
pretty?
The headless female corpse smiled, her eyes were straight, and her mouth was grinning a little, as if it had been soaked in glue and torn open, and the bruises and purples were not beautiful.
"I watched you being pulled away by the police, but your umbrella was abandoned on the roadside. I hid it in the ventilation pipe of this building, dreaming of meeting you again one day."
"But it's no longer a fantasy."
She said hoarsely, "I've been waiting for you..."
So you won't be that kind of person, Su Qian. No one will brave the wind and rain to hold an umbrella for the corpse-like you, and no one will want to sew the head of a headless female corpse like you.
You are the kindest kid in the world.
"Even if you find the ghost who killed your sister, it won't be a reason for you to become evil."
The mouth on the head was forced to bend, and the cheek bones were distorted. The face was a bit ferocious, as if it was full of dry wood. Su Qian had a panoramic view of this scene.
In her eyes, the headless female corpse was much more pleasing to the eye than those wearing fake smiling masks.
"Su Qian, I believe you won't become bad."
Isn't it stupid?
Why do you believe her so much?
Su Qian didn't say anything after all. She found that she fell in love with this fool. It seemed that stupidity was contagious.
"what is your name?"
"I forgot. I remember each of their names, but I can't remember my own name."
He rolled his eyes along the pupils, seemingly unconcerned, "They used to like to call me Caitou, but they rarely called me by my name."
Su Qian fixed his eyes and said in an unquestionable tone: "I'll help you find it. Just because you're dead doesn't mean there's nothing left. Your name means you existed."
The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up on his head, this time it was a smile from the bottom of his heart.
"Um."
Yes, she existed.
Drop - drop -
A siren sounded unexpectedly from below.
Crossing the floor interrupted their thoughts.
Through the darkness of the night, the sound of trumpets was mixed, fighting for the wind to pass through the eardrums.
"Su Qian!"
"I know you're up there!"
"You have the right to remain silent! If nothing happens, get down right now!"
...
The sky was black and was forced to splash with noise.
Even as the decibels continued to expand, Zhang Yang became noisy under the endless night.
Someone was shouting downstairs, as if she was afraid that others wouldn't know her name.
Su Qian frowned rarely.
Her fingers were wrapped around the pen, and when her fingers touched the gap between the pen holder, she secretly exerted force, and without saying a word, she broke the pen!
"Boom!" It was broken into two pieces, and ink spurted out.
The headless female corpse was stunned on the spot, and her curiosity couldn't help but be aroused: "Is the person below your classmate?"
It turns out she loses her temper too.
"No, he is not a human, he is also a ghost."
Su Qian held on to the two broken pieces of the pen and watched coldly as a piece of ink blossomed, "He is a childish ghost."
Of course she knew who that person was downstairs. He would come over in a police car and call her with a loudspeaker, over and over again without feeling embarrassed.
Ji Zehong must have called the police, and Sun Miao didn't stop him.
The more Su Qian thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She simply gave up thinking and turned around and headed straight for the stairs. The headless female corpse could clearly hear the rhythm of the soles of her shoes rubbing together.
"I'll leave first and come to you tomorrow with needle and thread!"
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