Xiang Ya looked at the three people with familiar faces, and his voice was uncertain: "Mother Chen, Uncle Zhao, Grandpa Huang?"

"Why are you here? Are you unaffected?"

Xiang Ya was surprised that the people in front of him should have lost consciousness like the other people who were brought into the sick room.

But not only are they not, but they look more "lively" now than when they were paying attention to the buds.

'Is it a disguise? or other reasons? ' flashed a question to the bud.

And Jia Jia looked dignified, looking back and forth at the four of them defensively.

The moment she came back to the ward, she seemed to smell a similar smell, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She quietly patted towards Ya's back, indicating that the four people in front of her were a little strange.

Xiang Ya didn't say anything, she turned her eyes to another old lady with eyes.

'Who is this person, I didn't see her when I was taken underground. ’

"Mother Chen" sighed, grinned, and asked, "Little girl, do you know me?"

Xiang Ya looked at the other party steadily, and asked back, "Didn't you guys get taken to the critically ill area because you raised objections at the symposium?"

"Mother Chen" didn't know how to respond to this sentence, she subconsciously looked at the gloomy female companion.

Xiang Ya's gaze now looked at the unfamiliar old lady openly.

The corner of the old lady's mouth twitched, her hands behind her back, and she walked towards the stairs on her own.

"Come here to check something, and leave after checking." She left a sentence and stopped talking.

The other three old men smiled dryly and followed.

A dark look flashed in Xiang Ya's eyes, she looked at them, asked Jia Jia to follow, and took the initiative to talk to them.

"This mother-in-law, what should I call you?"

The old lady gave her a look and snorted.

After a while, he said, "The last name is Xu."

"Also, I hate being called my mother-in-law."

Xiang Ya felt a little embarrassed, she thought for a while, and said tentatively, "Ms. Xu?"

"Um."

Xiang Ya breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know why she was afraid of the other party's anger.

'With a withdrawn personality, it is necessary to compare money with money... Could it be that the old woman who analyzed the lip language before was referring to her? ' Xiang Ya looked at Ms. Xu's figure, 'but for the time being it was not apparent that she was seriously ill. ’

Xiang Ya Yuguang paid attention to his surroundings while thinking silently.

A guess gradually floated in my mind.

At this time, the two of them passed by the front desk. She patted Jia Jia on the shoulder and motioned over, and found a piece of white paper pressed on the table, and someone left a message with a signature pen:

[I'll go upstairs to investigate first. Zhang Liu]

The person who wrote it has neat handwriting, so that those who are familiar with him can immediately know who wrote it.

"Officer Zhang has gone upstairs, we have to go up and have a look." Xiang Ya picked up the paper and said.

A few old people who were about to reach the stairs over there raised their ears to eavesdrop.

Silent eye contact:

'Did you hear that? One of their companions came into the old sick building with me. '

'That man must be a ghost general, what should I do... Should I continue going upstairs? '

'Come on, why not, I'm not a bad person. '

...

The four people's eyes met for a moment, and then they separated soon.

Xiang Ya and Jia Jia followed the steps of the people in front again, and asked, "Ms. Xu, what are you looking for, do you need help?"

Ms. Xu glanced at her lightly, and said bluntly, "Can you help me find out the truth about my death?"

"Grandma Chen"'s small turbid eyes trembled: "Ah, is it really okay to say the purpose so directly?" ! '

'Grandpa Huang' was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out, and then he literally opened his mouth wide subconsciously.

In front of several people, a purple red heart spat out in shock.

Xiang Ya's body was stiff and Jia Jia's footsteps were sluggish.

'I know you're not human, but is it really okay to show it directly? ? ? ’Xiang Ya’s pupil was shocked.

Ms. Xu held the heart firmly, aimed it calmly at the left chest of 'Grandpa Huang', and patted it back.

"What a fuss, this girl can sense me and let me go into places I haven't been able to go in. Maybe she can help me escape from this ghost dream."

Xiang Ya blurted out: "You are the master of this dream..."

"Didn't you guess it a long time ago?" Ms. Xu curled her lips, "You even pretended to come here to test me. You are so young and full of bad intentions."

Xiang Ya didn't know what to reply. Although when she guessed that Ms. Xu was the lonely old lady on the 12th floor, her mind diverged a little and guessed whether she was the owner of the dream.

But until the clues are completely clear, she will not make a complete conclusion at all.

Unexpectedly, the other party blew himself up directly, and didn't want to hide it at all.

This gives people a strange feeling - the owner of this dream is still friendly to humans.

So far, except for those ghost guards and ghosts in the forest that can harm humans, really haven't found that the person in front of me has ever hurt anyone.

But here comes the problem, a dream should only have one owner, such cases as Jia Jia and her mother Wang Wenxiu are very rare.

I heard Yan Li said that after the high-level executives found out about the exchange of tenant data in the dungeon of the headless female ghost, all dream dungeons released had to check the data in advance to ensure that this situation did not happen again.

But the four people in front of them obviously all have personal consciousness. Could it be that the four deceased died at about the same time at that time, which led to the current situation?

Or, there are other hidden secrets...

'Ms. Xu is obviously not in the state of a ghost now, and I have to be careful to cause her state to change. '

Xiang Ya thought about it, and said to Ms. Xu: "Ms. Xu, can you tell me the information about the current dream? That way I can help you."

Ms. Xu stepped up the stairs, and she looked up at some familiar interior buildings.

"information?"

She recalled seriously, "Grandma Chen" suddenly said at the side: "It's better to forget when I'm older."

Xiang Ya looked back and forth between the two.

"Grandma Chen" didn't speak any more after finishing that sentence. Ms. Xu didn't seem to hear what she said, and continued on.

"I remember that I was about to die. Before I died, someone wanted me to sign an agreement to sell the land. At that time, my consciousness was muddled, and I didn't know if I signed it."

"But it's not that I'm the only one who owns the land. Isn't there some people who disagree? I don't understand why they only come to me..."

"Yes, I woke up again, and I returned to the sick building. Everyone is still there, and the nursing home is operating normally, but the days repeatedly stop on the day I died."

"Symposiums, symposiums... endless meetings, those people in suits make me sign the agreement all day, it's annoying."

The content of Ms. Xu's speech was a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, but she could barely hear the general idea, which was also in line with Xiang Ya's previous speculation.

The owner of the dream had participated in the symposium before she died, and it seemed that she was still very dissatisfied with the agreement.

Ms. Xu held on to the handle of the stairs, stepping up a step while thinking about it.

The other 3 people followed her obediently, one level at a time, doing the same movements at the same time, even raising their legs in the same range.

When Xiang Ya turned her head slightly and saw such a strange scene, her heart suddenly trembled, and she couldn't explain why.

But Jia Jia slowed down and moved away from Ms. Xu.

Ms. Xu didn't know what happened behind her, she continued to recall.

"I have to try to change this predicament. Yes, I want to resist. But the end of resistance is not good. I will be caught underground by those people."

"Every time I would lose consciousness, wake up and lie on the original hospital bed again, repeating itself..."

"How could this be? I have to find out the truth about my death."

After saying this, she turned her head to look at Xiang Ya, and the other three old people also looked at Xiang Ya.

Xiang Ya suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and faced four staring eyes, he asked, "So you arranged the ghost who gave me the instructions for the nurse?"

Ms. Xu climbed up to the second floor with difficulty. She panted heavily and nodded, "Yes, this way I can be sure of people who can perceive me. A few batches of people like you came before, but they couldn't see me."

"You're the only one."

At this time, "Uncle Zhao" said: "Thanks to you, I was able to enter the underground space. This time, I lay on the bed without waking up again."

"Grandma Chen" and "Uncle Zhao" smiled and said yes.

Jia Jia and Xiang Ya were stunned in place.

Hearing this sentence, not to mention Xiang Ya, even Jia Jia, who is a ghost, felt that this scene was really scary.

These 4 old people seem to be talking and laughing. They are obviously people with very different appearances and characteristics, but the main body of each sentence is "I" instead of "we".

Everyone seems to be expounding their own words, but if you connect the words of several people before and after, you will find that what is conveyed is a coherent message that happened to the same individual.

Granny Chen, Grandpa Huang, Uncle Zhao, and even the old ghost who appeared in Xiangya's room at that time were all Ms. Xu.

But they didn't seem to notice this, and even regarded each other as a real outsider.

"Sister, they..." Jia Jia couldn't help but said.

"Shh." Xiang Ya motioned her not to tell the truth, "I see it."

Ms. Xu took her breath away and turned to look at them, her tone inaudible.

"See what?"

...

Zhang Fanyu approached the small room, reached out and pushed open the half-closed door.

The red glow in the house became deeper, making people's vision instantly fill up with red, and the eyes felt uncomfortable for a moment.

There is a dressing table in the room, and there are two red lotus lamps in front of the table, and the light is emitted from here.

Next to the dressing table is a bed with a mosquito net. The mosquito net is yellow, and there are more than ten puddings on the net. At a glance, the old breath is full of face.

Zhang Fanyu subconsciously slowed his breathing, stretched out his electric baton, and gently lifted the fallen mosquito net.

The red light beside her was reflected in the tent, her cheeks were shriveled, and the sunken-eyed old lady stared wide, her face staring blankly in the direction of Zhang Fanyu.

Her hair was gray and messy, and she had been insane for a long time.

Zhang Fanyu breathed for a while, unable to determine whether the other party was alive or dead.

"Are you... alright?"

He took a few steps closer, trying to confirm the status of the other party.

The red-stained eyeballs turned very lightly, and glanced at nervous Fanyu sideways.

Zhang Fanyu stopped, his muscles suddenly tense.

"What is your name?"

The voice of "Haha" was forced out of the throat, and the next second, a gloomy ghost was behind him.

"My name is Xu Hongfang." An old female voice sounded from behind.

The author says:

Xiangya: It's scary.

Jia Jia: So scary.

Zhang sir: Am I more scary here...

(Ms. Xu, the specter, is on the stage, and the foreshadowing can be seen. In fact, it has always been Ms. Xu's one-man show, a bit like schizophrenia. p.s. It may not be updated this weekend. I don't think I am busy, so I will update it normally on Saturday. )