At this time, I was quite panicked.
The master actually heard the child's voice.
So, this little child refers to nothing more than her sister.
Before, no matter how loud my sister was at home, Master couldn't hear her, and only I could hear her.
But why did Master hear what sister said just now?
Master's eyes glanced around my room, scratched his head and said, "I made a breakthrough in the past two days, that is, starting from the past two days, I seem to often hear the laughter and voices of children at home, and listen to the voices. It’s a little girl’s voice.”
He looked into my eyes as he spoke.
I felt guilty, so I changed the subject and said, "Master, isn't level nine the highest level for a ghost hunter? How can you still break through?"
The master glared at me: "You know a hammer, but your knowledge is boundless."
I quickly smiled and said, "Then what level of ghost hunter are you now?"
The master said calmly: "Anyway, it's a height you can't reach now. Didn't you really hear the little girl talking?"
I shook my head and said, "Really not."
The master scratched his head again: "Is it possible that I had a mental problem after I broke through? The little girl's voice was intermittent. Sometimes I could hear it, but sometimes I couldn't.
When you came back last night, I was actually already awake. But soon I fell asleep again. Around five o'clock in the morning, in a daze, I heard a little girl laughing in the living room. I came to the living room. Although the TV was turned off, I touched it and it felt warm. . "
I pretended to be surprised and said, "Master, is it possible that there is a ghost in our house?"
The master glared at me: "I'm making trouble, sir. I'm a ghost hunter. Do ghosts dare to come to my house?"
I whispered: "Don't forget that He Ya from the Supernatural Bureau entered my house quietly before."
I told Master before that He Ya came to my house and attacked me.
Master was in a hurry to play mahjong and asked me to solve the problem myself.
He also said that if I couldn't beat him, he would go to the Supernatural Bureau to ask Qian Zijian directly for an explanation.
But I didn’t mention it later, after all, He Ya had been killed by me.
The master blew his beard and glared: "He is a human, not a ghost!
I won’t say anything anymore, I’m going to suppress my mental power to see if there is something wrong with my mental power, and I’ve become a little nervous..."
Immediately, Master left my room and closed my door.
I was about to let my sister come out when Master suddenly opened the door of my room and stretched his head.
I noticed that his hand was still firmly grasping my door handle.
I said weakly: "Master, what's wrong?"
His eyes glanced around my room again: "If it's not because of my mental problem, then you should be careful in case there are really powerful dirty things hiding in your room."
After saying that, he closed the door.
I waited for five or six minutes, then got up and locked the door.
Then, I whispered: "Sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared on the ceiling.
It was my sister. She was lying upside down on the ceiling and said with disbelief: "Can the bald head see and hear my voice?"
Big Bald is the nickname she gave my master. She even often calls my Master Big Bald in front of me.
I made a shushing gesture, telling her to keep her voice down.
My sister fell directly and fell on my bed.
She beeped softly: "What's going on with your master? He can actually hear my voice after breaking through. This means that his breakthrough should be mental power. After the mental power is strong, he may be able to sense my existence."
I didn't say anything, feeling a little excited.
Since Master can hear sister's voice, it means that sister is real.
This also directly solved a problem that had been bothering me for a long time.
That is: does my family exist?
I have always believed that my family exists. But sometimes I would have random thoughts. For a long time, I even doubted whether my family was just a figment of my imagination.
During that time, I was really in pain.
My sister stretched out her hand and gave me a slap: "Why are you laughing?"
I covered my head and said, "Damn it, your actions are getting more and more disrespectful."
She chuckled and said, "You don't know your blessings even though you are in the midst of blessings. You have a sister who bullies you, so you can just enjoy it secretly."
My sister's words made my heart tremble.
Although my sister died when I was five years old.
But in these years, apart from my master, the person who has been by my side the longest is my sister.
I often think that if my sister had not died, she would be in her junior or senior year of college, or would have taken the postgraduate entrance examination.
Of course, if my sister does not get good grades, she may enter society early and suffer severe beatings.
I stood up, opened the drawer, and took out a coin-sized round framed photo from the bottom of the drawer.
This photo was given to me by Dr. Lin Qianlin from the "Dream World of Mental Hospital".
The content of the photo is a photo of me and my sister in that world.
I saw my sister's face full of smiles, and she looked somewhat similar to her mother.
[Lin Qian said this when she gave me the photo: "Your sister asked me to give it to you. She said she had a cold recently and would not be in contact with you for fear of infecting you. When she gets better from the cold, I will come to see you. She also said that she is getting married next month. I hope you will take good treatment, recover and be discharged from the hospital, and then attend her wedding."]
To be honest, I really want to enter the "mental hospital dream world" and attend my sister's wedding.
While I was looking at it, my sister snatched the photo from my hand and said with a smile: "Oh, what kind of beauty is this? So white, with such a sweet smile, is this your new hookup?
No, you have a plane head in the photo, but you have never had a plane head cut.
Brother, is this photo of P? And this girl, why does it look familiar to me the more I look at her? "
I whispered: "Sister, if I said she was you, would you believe it?"
"Is it me?" My sister shook her head vigorously and said, "Believe it or not, if I could grow up to be this big, I would definitely be more beautiful than her. Look at my watermelon head, my small round face, and my fair skin. I look like a real girl." She is a beauty. The woman in the photo is pretty good-looking, but she is far from beautiful compared to me."
Seeing me staring at her without speaking, she put away her smile: "Brother, are you serious?"
I murmured: "It's really you, but this is you in another world."
"You entered the dream world again? Could this be something you brought out from the dream world again? How long have you been in this time? What did you see? Who are there?" My sister asked five questions in a row.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
There was also the excited voice of the master outside: "Xiao Fei! I heard it again, I heard the little girl's voice again! Open the door quickly!"
