Ziya looked at these pieces of paper and randomly picked up one to read.

The paper said: 'I have been searching so hard, why did you do this to me and return my child to me?' Ziya frowned and said to herself: Whose child is this to be returned to?

Ziya picked up another one and continued to read: "I'm here, the child is gone, do you just want to send me away? I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost." Ziya looked at these papers that had begun to weather.

She couldn't figure out what the paper meant. A dull photo under the paper caught her attention. She picked up the photo and took a look. It showed a group photo of a family of three, an innocent boy and two

The seemingly kind parents looked at the back of the photo, which showed a photo of Li Dawen's family.

Just when Ziya saw this, a cold wind and a vague voice like an old woman's mumbling came from behind. She suddenly shrank her neck, and Ziya couldn't see it from an angle.

At that place, a dark figure seemed to quickly stretch out a pair of hook-like hands from the door. Just when she was about to touch Ziya's shoulders, she turned back.

Looking back, it turned out that the wind was blowing in from the window. I walked to the window and wanted to pull the curtain to block the cold wind. As soon as my fingers touched the curtain, the satin curtain was rotten. When I pulled it, it broke into pieces of rags. There was no trace of it at all.

How to block the cold wind

Ziya helplessly looked out the window. In the shade of the woods, a not-so-wide river flowed quietly behind the villa. The villa was circular and a section of the river could be seen from every window. So from

When you enter the trail outside, you enter the center of the river. The entire villa is surrounded by the river.

As the cold wind blew down the silky drizzle, Ziya leaned down and looked down to see where the river was heading. In the sound of drizzle, a figure swayed under a cluster of moso bamboo and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Who is it? Ziya thought that it was raining outside and people outside might get their clothes wet and catch a cold indirectly. She hurriedly went downstairs to open the door to see who was outside. Just as she went down the stairs to the second floor, she saw the door.

The lock kept twisting, and Ziya was startled and asked loudly: "Who?"

As soon as Ziya's voice came out, the twisting door lock stopped immediately, but after a few seconds, the frequency of the door lock twisting suddenly increased, as if someone outside was impatient to come in. But why didn't Zi make a sound?

The more Ya thought about it, the more something was wrong. He picked up a broom in the living room and held it tightly in his hand. He walked to the door and grasped the shaking door lock handle. The external twisting power instantly disappeared.

The door lock handle reached her palm. Was it a human? Otherwise, how could she pull the door open with such force...

After opening the door, Ziya walked out. Apart from the sound of raindrops on the ground and bamboos, there was no one at the door. She was not afraid anymore, but she thought it might be someone deliberately playing a prank to scare her, so she walked out of the door.

, still holding the broom in his hand

On the wet ground, what Ziya saw were fallen leaves all over the ground that had been soaked by the rain and stuck to the ground. She looked further ahead and suddenly saw the figures of several children standing under the moso bamboo a few meters away.

They look so weird, their faces are even more frightening, their skin is bluish-white without a trace of blood... Purple-black blood flowing out of the corners of their mouths...

Ziya covered her mouth and didn't dare to look any further. She quickly turned around and ran towards the living room. She closed the door nervously, her heart beating wildly like a deer. Her eyes remained on the floor of the living room, where a line of wet footprints extended to

Stairs on the second floor

Ziya took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Yan Han, but there was no signal on the mobile phone. Since she stepped into this place, not even a text message could be sent. Ziya trembled slightly and thought to herself: I will risk my life today.

Well, if there really is a ghost, just take it with your phone. As the saying goes, ghosts are 70% afraid of people, and people are 30% afraid of ghosts. Just as she was about to walk to the second floor step by step to see what it was, the door opened.

The door lock twisted again, and there were sounds of slapping and shouting.

Ziya listened carefully and knew that the severe cold was coming. She walked over and opened the door in a few steps. The appearance of the severe cold gave Ziya an inexplicable sense of security. She smiled insincerely.

"Why are you looking so pale? What's the matter?" Yan Han entered the room and looked around. Seeing that Ziya's face was abnormal, he asked with concern with an anxious look.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Ziya did not answer the other party directly, but looked at the other party with a frightened and slightly calm face and asked.

"Ghost, I don't really believe it. Ghost is actually a shadow that exists in people's hearts. If there really are ghosts, then the Japanese invade our China and we Chinese will become ghosts. We don't have to waste a single soldier to wipe them out.

Yes, you say so?" Yan Han's humorous words did not relax the other party's mood. Ziya still frowned, looking at the line of disappeared footprints, feeling incredible.

"I saw them just now." Ziya hoped that Yan Han would believe her, she stared at the other person's face intently and said.

"Who do you see?" Yanhan shook his umbrella, raised it again and walked towards the car with Ziya. They had to leave here quickly before nightfall because usually during the rainy season, white fog would rise in this forest.

, will make people trapped in the woods unclear about their direction, and then...

"You children who died here, there are some broken letters and papers in the study room upstairs. I just looked at them," Ziya whispered quietly. She was thinking that it would be great if Sun Meng was here, but how could she be with her?

Did you miss it? She clearly mentioned 'Green Country House' on the phone

"You must be dazzled. How could the dead child appear again? The letters on the second floor may be just waste paper that is not important to the owner. It will not help your news publication at all. What's so strange?" Yan Han frowned.

Staring closely at the deep and dark forest path, a little bit of kudzu comes from the moso bamboo forest from time to time. It seems that the heavy fog is coming.

"It's true. How about you come with me to have a look now?" Ziya looked at the shadow of the floors of the villa becoming increasingly blurred behind her. A layer of white mist gradually submerged the floor, and the two of them were also there.

Slowly move the car outside in the drifting fog

The white fog is getting thicker and thicker. Sitting in the car, I can't see the plants one meter away. It's all a vast expanse of white. It's freezing cold. When I start the wiper, it makes a slight "squeak" sound when it swings left and right and rubs against the glass.
Chapter completed!