I'll look back.

Is that woman still behind?

I turned around and found that there was no one.

strangeness.

It was around eleven o'clock at this time, and there were too few people on the street, and there were almost no one around me. They were all far away from me, so I started to tremble a little. It wasn't a ghost.

What are the things that ghosts are afraid of? I have seen them before, there are so many ghosts I have seen.

Think about it, since I have seen so many ghosts, how could I be afraid of ghosts? And don’t I have the mission of helping ghosts? As I thought about it, I mustered up the courage to search everywhere, and whether there are traces of ghosts.

On the street corner, I found a lonely little boy, squatting there alone, making a gesture to me.

I walked over slowly.

As I walked over, a white mask appeared in my hand.

The moment the mask appeared, I already knew that the boy was a ghost.

Moreover, he dressed up very clearly, as if he wanted to show that he was a ghost. He appeared clearly in his true form, but his face was particularly white, as white as a European.

Since he appeared in his true form, I didn't have to wear a mask to look at him. But I don't know why he called me, but when I remembered the words in the school stairs at that time, I used them to help ghosts. When I think of this, I felt that I had a strong sense of mission and even took the initiative to ask questions.

Before the boy could speak, I asked, "Little brother, do you need my help?"

The little boy was very honest: "Brother, I am a ghost, I am dead."

I said, "I know, I can tell, but how did you die?"

He said: "I died of a disease that is difficult to treat. I don't know what the disease is called. It's very uncomfortable anyway. I feel very uncomfortable when I die, it's very uncomfortable."

He said it three times in discomfort, which shows that this disease has a great impact on him and left a deep impression on him. So I didn't have the nerve to ask him what disease it was and what it was. I just continued to say something else: "I saw your mother looking for you just now. Why didn't you go to see her? Instead, you were squatting here and waiting for me."

I guess his mother's question. The only possibility of making a young woman sad is to take away a relative or lover of her, but she just said, "Did you see my son?" It proved that she had been looking for her son for a long time, or she had no such child at all, or her child was dead. Of course this is my inference. If the boy said that there was no such thing, I would not know what to say.

Fortunately, he said, "How did you know that it was my mother? I saw her."

My judgment was right, and I was very proud, "Of course, my brother is very smart. Tell me, what do you want my brother to help you?"

He said, "My mother is so pitiful. I died of illness four days ago. She said I was left on the way to school and was looking for me. For four days, she didn't close her eyes and just kept looking for me. But why did she not see me at all!"

"Why can I see you?" I asked.

"Maybe you've seen too many ghosts, brother. In fact, everyone can see me in my current form, but my mother just can't see it, so I don't know why."
Chapter completed!