Feng Yan died, and her soul had been devoured by a living ghost fetus. Xia Qianshuang could not help her resurrect her soul, so she could only express her condolences and surrender.

However, at this time, Forensic Doctor Ding also called them and said that they had found something at the nursing school and asked them to take a look.

What Forensic Doctor Ding handed them was the black box used by Feng Yan to cast curses. There was a straw man inside, with the birth date written on the straw man.

Seeing this, Jiang Xinyou immediately understood how Zhang Yanxi died.

At this point, the trouble left by Room 301 was finally over. When leaving the nursing school, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but look at the night sky and let out a long sigh: "This is the sixth incident. If we deal with the remaining four supernatural incidents, I will see

Sister."

But that day was also destined to separate her and Yeyue.

She firmly believes that this separation is short-lived, because she can always find a way to get him to come back to her!

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[One day, the person who appears in front of you may not be the person you are familiar with. 】

On this day, Xu Wei got off work very early.

I took the bus all the way home from the company and bought some side dishes at the braised pork stall downstairs. I thought it was almost Chinese New Year, so I had to eat something good.

Just after paying the money and before entering the corridor of the community, Xu Wei received a call from his mother: "Son, what do you want to eat on New Year's Eve?"

Xu Wei smiled: "I like everything you cook!"

"You are such a kid, and you are telling lies to make your mother happy...your dad said he wanted to eat..."

His mother was nagging on the other end of the phone, but Xu Wei was not annoyed and responded with a smile. He couldn't help but look around with his eyes. The entire community had been decorated in a cheerful red make-up, with colored lanterns and red lanterns hanging everywhere.

Red couplets were pasted on both sides of the elevator, and small plastic firecrackers were hung for decoration.

Xu Wei's house was rented and he didn't bother to decorate it. He was thinking that it would be New Year's Eve in a few days and it would be just as lively when he returned home.

Before entering the elevator, Xu Wei hung up the phone and walked in with braised vegetables. As soon as he pressed down to the eighth floor, a woman in black walked in.

Xu Wei couldn't help but frown, not knowing how to describe the woman in front of him.

Her hair is very long, waist-length, and half of it hangs down on both sides of her cheeks. The general outline of her face cannot be seen clearly, but her pale and bloodless skin can be vaguely seen. There is a red birthmark as big as a fingernail on her fair neck.

She looks eye-catching, but the black coat she wears is very old-fashioned, and the woman's slender figure makes her look even more depressed.

Xu Wei recognized her. She was also a resident on the eighth floor and her surname seemed to be "Leng".

The surname Leng sounds like a distant feeling, and women always wear black clothes, which inevitably gives people a sense of desolation.

Seeing her dressed up like this, Xu Wei couldn't help but think to himself, why doesn't this person wear something more festive during the Chinese New Year?

Xu Wei didn't know much about this woman. He had been renting in the community for more than half a year and had met her two or three times at most. The last time he saw her with a man in the corridor, the woman's face looked slightly red at that time.

, but now it seems a little sick.

Perhaps sensing Xu Wei's lingering gaze, the woman slowly tilted her head and cast her peripheral vision on the stewed vegetables in Xu Wei's hand. He quickly coughed lightly and looked away, looking away, wondering why the elevator was so bad today.
Chapter completed!