"Hey, where are you going?"
The woman cried and turned around to see the student from before.
He actually caught up with him.
"who are you?"
She was walking, crying, and looking back to ask, looking very busy.
The woman has a gentle hairstyle and speaks in a gentle and gentle manner. However, when she is in her twenties, she cries like a little girl. She is so stupid that she actually makes people feel cute.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but you are dead, and your resentment is too deep. I have to watch you before the relevant people come."
Feng Wuli followed her slowly on a bicycle. The woman walked in a hurry, as if she was in a walking competition, but she was careful not to spill the soy milk in her hand.
Feng Wuli doesn't want to take care of it, and he can't take care of it, but it's really not good to have nothing to do with it. Judging from the resentment in this woman and the extent of her influence on the outside world, she is completely an evil spirit. She can kill a small village. Not a problem.
He will do things for the company when he can, in order to get some help from the company when capturing the shadow.
But I don't know why, this woman was not swallowed up by evil thoughts, turned into a life-seeking ghost, and lost her mind. Instead, she was extremely peaceful, just crying all the time.
A cry bag.
But there is no doubt that the other party has a deep obsession, so she is very dangerous.
It is already considered a junior monster, probably a weakened version of the Black Mountain Grandma. It is very scary to let a Black Mountain Grandma buy soy milk on the streets of a busy city.
"Is your school uniform a student of Shazhong? I used to be a student of Shazhong."
Her memory was somewhat incomplete, and she started crying again as she spoke: "I want to go back to Shazhong to have a look, and I want to eat the second meal of Shazhong and eat snail noodles."
Even though he was crying, he didn't stop.
Feng Wuli followed her on a bicycle and listened quietly. It was not yet hot in the morning.
Some people on the street cast strange looks at them, and Feng Wuli felt that they were not as concerned as the wind in the summer morning.
But he put on the headphones anyway and continued talking to her.
"Then let's go back and eat? It's not far away."
"The bald guy at the school guard won't let me in."
Don't know what to say.
She was obviously crying while saying such sad words, but it was difficult for Feng Wuli to empathize with her.
"You're already a ghost, and that bald guard can't stop you."
"No, I still have very important things to do."
He could see that the other party did have something very important, and he could walk so fast even though he was crying like this, so he had no choice but to say: "Where are you going? I'll take you there."
…
The woman got on Feng Wuli's bicycle, holding the soy milk in her hand, and cried loudly: "Junior brother, thank you!"
She is so sad.
"Okay, show me where you want to go. I'm going to be late today."
"Limin Community, I want to go to Limin Community."
"..."
Just now, they had been circling the Limin Community area.
These guys can't enter the house or the community. They need someone to bring them in, or they need the owner's permission.
"Junior brother, who is your class teacher? If you know me, senior sister, please give me a call and ask him not to blame you for being late."
"If you call me, I'm afraid that his old age will be unknown."
"Is that old pervert Deng Zhong who teaches English still teaching?"
"Teacher Deng? He is teaching the third year of high school. What's wrong?"
The woman cried: "I want to call him."
"...Not that much."
The woman is very light, about the weight of a cup of soy milk. She sits on the back of the bicycle and does not affect Feng Wuli's speed at all.
"Junior brother, don't ride so fast, senior sister will spill her soy milk."
"Junior brother, can you turn left ahead?"
"Turn left? Aren't you going to Limin Community?"
Although he was confused, he still turned left on his bicycle, and the woman stopped Feng Wuli in front of a music store.
"I haven't resigned from my boss yet. I'm going to tell my boss."
"Then don't cry first. If you keep crying, you will scare people."
"But I can't help it."
Feng Wuli sighed and followed.
This woman has no skills at all, I am afraid that something will happen to her.
It turns out that the woman used to be a teacher at this music store.
The boss is a middle-aged woman in her forties.
"Boss, thank you for taking care of me these past few years. I won't be able to come to work in the future."
"Hey, don't cry. What happened? Do you want help?" the boss asked with heartache.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry, boss."
Feng Wuli looked on.
After saying this, the woman left with him.
The weather is very good today, the wind is sunny and sunny, people are in a relaxed mood, and everything on the road is full of vitality.
She cried again and said a lot of things unreasonably, saying that there was still a courier that she had not picked up yet; she was also a big up in the music section of Bilibili, and the video she had promised was not updated; there were new videos in October that she wanted to follow, but she couldn't follow them. ;Jay Chou promised that everyone will not be able to hear the new album this November.
Feng Wuli listened quietly.
"Junior, I don't have to pay back my Huabei."
She cried so hard that it was both miserable and funny, as if she had lost her mind.
When they arrived at the gate of the community, the guard let them through.
"Where are you going?"
"T4, 503, my home..."
"Follow me."
The woman followed him with a cup of soy milk.
After only being in contact with her for a long time, Feng Wuli felt that she was a very unreliable woman.
He was careless and didn't know how he died.
She doesn't seem to care too much about her own death, but she does have a deep obsession that drives her existence. If death is not worth sorrow and resentment, then what is her obsession?
When he came to the door of the woman's house, Feng Wuli probably understood.
Faintly, he heard a very small cry.
It's a baby crying.
The woman was anxiously holding the soy milk, but she couldn't get in.
Feng Wuli kicked the door open with two feet.
"bump!!"
The house is very bright. The balcony window is open. It is a simple house with two bedrooms and one living room. There is a moderate smell of blood in the air. Golden sunlight fills the living room. The light reflected from the tile floor reminds people of that summer. It was a beautiful morning when I was sitting on the sofa with the TV on and the fan slowly spinning.
"Whoa-!"
The woman beside her stopped crying. She took the soy milk and rushed to the small crib in the living room. Inside, there lay a baby boy with blood stains on his body. He was howling with his eyes closed. His whole body was wrinkled, as if he had just been born. There was a trail of blood on the ground from the closed room to the stroller.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Mom is back with food."
"Drink soy milk. Can the baby drink some soy milk?"
"I can't cry anymore."
The woman cried helplessly.
So Feng Wuli felt that this guy was very unreliable.
How can anyone feed soy milk to a newborn baby?
Still sweet soy milk.
Feng Wulian walked over in silence and picked up the crying baby with his eyes closed and his little fists clenched. The little guy felt a little more at ease in his arms, at least he stopped crying.
The woman just looked up at him blankly, tears streaming down her face, crying like a little girl.
She cried: "Junior brother, the baby doesn't drink soy milk."
"I definitely won't drink it."
"What does the baby need to eat? I'm going out to buy it now. Junior brother, can you help me take care of the baby?"
"I already know...I will save this child." Feng Wuli said gently.
"Crack."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman kneeling next to the crib suddenly disappeared, and the soy milk fell to the ground.
