"Urban legend, rich ghost?" I looked through a post that was not very popular and muttered to myself with interest.

As I mentioned before, when I am free at work, I like to visit some supernatural forums.

Because there are various supernatural stories and metaphysical popularization on the forum. These are valuable knowledge~

Not only can you get inspiration for developing your capabilities, but you can also learn some truth.

"I specially use cruel means to abuse and kill rich people! I don't seek wealth, but only kill my life! This is really interesting~" I rolled my eyes, not caring very much.

Although conceptual metagenesis and supernatural creatures may appear due to sufficient energy supply because of the extremely low probability, such posts that are not popular cannot gather spiritual power.

However, it is quite strange. This kind of topic related to hatred of wealth should be very popular?

Ah, yes, this kind of hot topic was really popular when I was young, in the new era, and there was no traffic. Because most people’s lives are not bad now, and everyone has generally accepted the fact that rich brothers and sisters are walking all over the ground.

"Hmph! Isn't this a waste? So much money without a master should not be used to help the poor, right?" The girl's sweet breath invaded my senses.

"You, you mentioned the matters of the Fengfeng Dynasty. The ability of this world-ruling institution is far stronger than that of the Fengfeng Dynasty."

"It's not like there, it's not a big deal to die." I felt a heat in my heart, and regardless of the other party's pitiful struggle, he dragged the girl over me and pressed her on my thigh.

"Let go..." The girl's voice, with a blushing face and half-pushing, was as low as a mosquito.

"My wife seems to have grown up~" I closed my eyes and sniffed deeply on the girl's neck.

"Where, there is it!" The girl stopped struggling.

"I obviously want the person you say to hug you, why bother so hard?" The girl-like girl who is far more mature than the one in my arms, embarrassing the little arrogant sister with a teasing tone.

"..." The red-faced girl Weaver got into my arms and stopped looking up.

"Just let this kind of post sink~" I smiled and closed the post.

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"Uncle, uncle, your phone fell off..." When I returned home after I finished the assessment from the procuratorate, a timid child voice called me.

"Eh?" I subconsciously touched my pocket, and it was empty.

Then, as soon as I turned around, I saw a skinny and skinny child about 8 years old.

Dirty white vest, black torn shorts, patched slippers...

He dragged his nose and had short hair that was almost bald, holding his cell phone and looking at me carefully.

The little single-eyed eyes were full of anxiety and tension.

The phone in his hand is indeed mine.

Somehow, my heart felt sad for no reason.

"Thank you..." I squatted in front of the child, and took the phone from his dirty hands without any disgust and put it in my pocket.

"Where is your adult? Haven't you gone to school?" I looked at the other person with distress. Although I knew it was not suitable, I still stretched out my hand and touched his head.

Short hair gives me a sturdy feel.

"Mom has something to do, let me wait for her here..." The little boy shook his head, his voice was extremely low, and his eyes were full of darkness. [I noticed that his little hands were gently rubbing the hem of his vest]

"..." At this moment, I decided that if I could, I would like to help this little boy.

but.

"You're here to wait for me, okay?" I smiled softly, because I heard the groaning in the other person's stomach.

"Yeah." The shy little boy sniffed and nodded obediently.

I rubbed the other person's head lovingly and stood up.

"?!" However, when I returned to the spot with the egg-filled cake, the little boy disappeared.

No matter how I ask passersby, there is no result.

So, I felt uneasy.

I am not the kind of good-looking person. But I act casually and value fate more.

This little boy gave me the feeling of wanting to help him. This is fate.

But I lost his movements, what's the matter!

Well, I can only comfort myself by not having enough fate.

Because of depression, I put the egg-filled cakes in the shared bicycle basket. Whoever is destined to take them away!

In the evening, after I returned, I acted coquettishly towards Weaver Niang and Jing.

On weekdays, it seems that Mother Weaver cannot live without me. But I have discovered that in fact, the one who is attached to Mother Weaver Weaver cannot live without Mother Weaver Weaver. Of course, the mirror naturally makes me unable to live without.

-------Separation Line

"Hey, brother, what happened?" At 16:36 p.m. the next afternoon, the police lights flashed at the door of Jiamao Jinyuan, and the onlookers were crowded with darkness. Because I couldn't squeeze in, I grabbed a young man and asked curiously.

"I heard that the dead man was dead, the dead man was a rich man and his lover."

"That's the dead, I'm so miserable!" the young man said in a mysterious and humming voice.

"Oh! What a miserable method?" I suddenly felt enlightened. As for why I didn't ask the guy how to know the relationship between the male and female deceased, it was because most of the young women living in KTV (non-massage KTV) bars who lived in KTV (non-massage KTV) bars.

Therefore, a considerable number of women living there will become toys kept by rich people; this is a fact that everyone in the neighborhood knows. However, everyone has good qualities and is used to it; they do not agree, but they have achieved open non-discrimination.

"It's like being torn apart by some ferocious beast!" The young man looked around and approached me and said in a more whispering voice. His actions exaggerated the mystery to an extremely high level.

"Can they get crazy because of the stimulation?" I pursed my lips and touched my unshaven chin. Because the lonely women in Jiamao Jinyuan love to raise big dogs.

"It shouldn't be. I heard that the deceased hates dogs." The guy shrugged his shoulders, feeling a little dissatisfied with my doubts.

"Oh, thank you brother." I quickly thanked the other party with a sincere attitude. And this young man was very helpful to me with respect.

Then, I asked the onlookers for some information and roughly learned about other situations.

To sum up, it is not to seek money, but only to kill life. The possibility of love and revenge is high. The scene at the scene is extremely cruel. The first person to discover, the good sister of the female deceased, is said to be in an abnormal state of extreme horror.
Chapter completed!