‘After I left Xinhai Hospital, I was in a very confused mood. Instead of going home, I went to my old school.

Without going in, I just walked around the school, thinking about the scenes back then.

Every time I walk to a sparsely populated place, I always feel the sound of footsteps behind me.

At first I thought it was my illusion, but the sound became more and more obvious, as if the other person was getting closer to me.

But I tried every method, but I couldn't see the person behind me, and the person behind me seemed to be invisible.

As I walked, the footsteps overlapped with my footsteps.

Being so close, I could faintly distinguish that in addition to the sound of footsteps, there was also the sound of water drops.

But there is no water on the ground.

I started running towards home, not because I was afraid, but because I felt that Zhao Yi was back. If he came back, he would definitely leave a note on my bedside like before.

I desperately want to know what he wrote.

But when he got home, he realized that there was no note, and Zhao Yi must have been blinded by hatred.

With my last hope, I found the note we had written before and placed it on the bedside. I forced myself not to look at it. Then every time I looked back, I was disappointed that there was not a single word on the note.

In fact, thinking about what those people did to him in the end, I can understand it. If it were me, I would probably make the same choice as him and end my life.

The footsteps have disappeared. No, it's not gone, but it completely overlaps with my footsteps.

Even the sound of water dripping seemed to be dripping from my clothes.

It was not an illusion. I could feel that my clothes were getting wet. The touch allowed me to tell that it was not water that soaked my clothes, but blood.

I can smell blood.

This must be Zhao Yi's grief.

I thought about it and let my life resolve his grief.

I also decided to run away.

Not for myself, but if my weight in Zhao Yi's heart was not so great, he would definitely seek revenge on them. My escape might bring them the last bit of hope.

I regret a little. If I had realized it earlier, maybe they would have had a better chance of surviving.

And now, Zhao Yi seems to be on my body.

I've tried many places, but my clothes still get wet uncontrollably.

Don't change your clothes! That will only cause pain. The clothes have already grown on you.

I went to the night market, which is the most crowded place at night.

But I found that people looked at me a little strangely.

It's not that they saw Zhao Yi in me, but that in their eyes, I seemed to have become another person, and acquaintances became confused and strange when faced with my greetings.

But I am sure that in the mirror, I am still me.

Why have I changed in their eyes?

After thinking about it for a long time, maybe it's because I have changed in Zhao Yi's heart. He no longer believes in me, and he no longer thinks that I am who I am.

If my guess is correct, then this situation should only be for me. If Zhao Yi goes to them, they may be able to find an acquaintance for help.

This method didn't work, so I started trying other methods.

The first thing I chose was to take a shower. If I wet my clothes directly, would it affect Zhao Yi?

After all, judging from the constant moisture in my clothes, it seemed that Zhao Yi wanted to wet my clothes.

I stood under the shower. I tried hot and cold water, but it didn't work. The water fell directly on my body, as if my whole body was wrapped in a smooth film.

The water flowing to the ground began to be mixed with a hint of red.

As time went by, the red color became more and more intense, as if my whole body was constantly bleeding.

When I came out of the bathroom, my clothes were basically soaked with blood.

The whole body was red and looked a little scary.

And I started to feel dizzy, maybe the blood in my body was being sucked out through my skin.

In this way, I don't think they can escape.

There must be a way.

I turned the air conditioner to the highest setting and lit a fire in the room.

The clothes were indeed dried a little, but were soon wetted again by new blood.

I became even weaker, my face turned pale, and my own blood was dried.

There must be a way, but I can't find it...

Please help them, Zhao Yu and Cheng Nan, they live in Huayu Tiancheng 2...'

The text stopped abruptly, and even the last content was not written in full.

I raised my head and looked at Sun Zihan's father: "How did Sun Zihan die?"

The man was looking at me and heard this: "She committed suicide by cutting her wrists. The doctor said she might be delusional, but I know she wasn't. She must have encountered something. She, what did she write in her notes?"

I didn't answer, but handed the notebook over and confirmed: "She committed suicide by cutting her wrists?"

The man nodded: "Well, the doctor's autopsy results said that she cut her wrist as soon as she got home and ran out. Because the wound was not deep, no one outside had noticed it yet. They just thought she was strange.

After Zihan returned home, she slit her wrists a second time, then went to take a shower, and then slit her wrists a third time. She did many strange things each time after slitting her wrists.

One, there was blood everywhere in the room."

I didn't ask any more questions, and the man looked at Sun Zihan's notes.

At this point, I already knew what was going on.

It was not Zhao Yi who killed Sun Zihan, but the woman who was recruited by me to perform the Five Ghost Transporting Technique.

In the basement of Xinhai Hospital, when Sun Zihan was looking for potato chips, he accidentally saw a woman's cut wrist and was wrapped around it.

These are ghosts, and one inadvertent action may provoke them and cost them their lives.

It's pitiful that in the end, Sun Zihan thought it was Zhao Yi and wanted to use his own death to change Zhao Yi.

However, thinking about it on the other hand, it might not be a good thing for Sun Zihan, at least he faced death calmly.

At this time, Sun Zihan's father had already finished reading the notes. He looked at me blankly: "This, this..."

"She may have really been hallucinating at the time."

I gave an answer.

Sun Zihan's father was silent for a long time, his hand holding the notebook couldn't stop shaking, and finally left lonely.

Many people have already told him this reason.

And my repetition only dashed his only hope.

Close the door and go back to your room.

I lay in bed and never fell asleep.

When it was 12 o'clock in the evening, I got up and got a basin of water and put it in the living room.

He shouted Sun Tzu Han's name over and over again, and with the use of the water mirror technique, Sun Tzu Han's pale face appeared under the water.

I told her the truth about her death and asked her, "Do you regret it?"

Sun Zihan remained silent with a self-deprecating smile, and did not answer me. He opened and closed his mouth as if he was asking me: Will Zhao Yi kill those two people?

I didn't answer.

Towards her, I feel sad for her misfortune and angry for her inability to fight.

Faintly, I even had the urge to let those two people be punished.
Chapter completed!