Did you hear the ghost story with a cold back? – What?
A month ago, I bought a murderous car, a second-hand BMW, a half-million-dollar car, driving a year, and I bought 200,000.
I thought I’d picked up a big deal, but I didn’t think it would happen when I had it.
For example, I was driving alone, and suddenly on the dashboard, the co-driver didn’t wear a seatbelt.
There were times when I was listening to the song, and suddenly the sound was bad, and it sounded like someone with something hard, and the sound of a glass, and the sound of a person with a goose bump. Sometimes there are strange murmurs in the voice, like someone who speaks, but can’t hear what he says.
On another occasion, I worked too late, and on my way back I suddenly heard the sound of the back row knocking on the window, a little bit less loud, but clear, and I looked back and almost hit a car in front and got a cold sweat.
It’s a little weird intuitive, but I didn’t really go to my heart to comfort myself. It wasn’t until last week that something really scared me!
Last Saturday, we had a girlfriend, Leigh, on her birthday, a few girlfriends at night, drinking and singing at midnight, and then we turned around to the river after sending them home. We didn’t get out of the car, we climbed straight to the back seat and we got together.
We were just getting close, and all of a sudden, there was a voice that said, “You’re on me, I’m on it, I’m on it, I’m on it.
I realized it was wrong. I was soft when I was with Leigh. I couldn’t talk.
I squirt, I put a bump on my back, and I looked around, and there was nothing unusual in the car, and the window was covered in black, and I couldn’t see anything.
Leigh’s in the fog. Ask me what’s wrong.
I asked her if she heard anything.
She said no. Reach out and pull me. Say it.
I pulled her up, put on my pants and said let’s go.
At that moment, there was only one thought in my head. Get the hell out of there.
Leigh didn’t know what was going on. She touched me.
I didn’t dare talk to her about the sound, I just said I couldn’t get interested, and I drove away.
The women’s brain turns out to be strange. I’m gonna pee. Little Lee’s crying.
I’m not guilty of cheating.
If she didn’t believe me, you’d say you’re so stubborn. You wouldn’t be interested if I didn’t have another woman out there. Am I that bad?
I just realized I was saying the wrong thing and swear by God, I didn’t mean that.
She said to prove it.
I’ll give her my phone, let her flip and look.
She didn’t go through my phone, pulled me home and tried, uh– it didn’t work.
She just went out of her way and left without saying anything.
Over the last few days, I kept calling her, sending her messages, even explaining to her the reason why she suddenly lost it that night, but Leigh didn’t believe me at all, and sent a circle of friends: when a person didn’t love you, even the explanation was so perfunctory.
I can’t sleep in bed, I’ve been with Lily for almost three years, and I’ve been fine. I’ve been negotiating to meet my parents recently, and I’ve bought the car, and I’m going to score points in front of my future mother-in-law.
I’m just thinking about it, and suddenly I hear a knock.
Take a look at the phone. Twelve o’clock. Who’s this late? Is Little Lee back?
Open the door, it’s not Little Lee, it’s Big Brother upstairs, drunk with hiccups.
We said, ‘Boss, you went wrong, and your house is on top.’ Brother said, “Did you have a fight with your girlfriend? I’m sorry.
“You know that?
I’m a little embarrassed. Is the floor soundproof so bad? Isn’t he listening to all the little things I’ve done?
He said, “I came back with a drink, and heard a woman crying in your car, wooing and crying. I looked in the glass and saw your girlfriend stabbing in the back seat. I’m sorry.
“You’re sure you saw my girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“That can’t be right! “I left her there for half a day, and she didn’t talk to me, so I thought, “You two must have fought. The old man can’t talk like a woman, so go down and make a fool.” I’m sorry.
Big brother said he’d go up.
I made a phone call to Lily. Turn it off. Think about it, I’m downstairs.
Downstairs, in a bleak light, my car was parked quietly in the corner, and there was no cry from my brother.
I walked around my neck in front of the car, trying to open the door, and I looked at the dark window, and I was a little timid, and the phrase, “You’re crushing me,” was ringing in my ear.
“Lily, are you in there?” I didn’t dare open the door and yell outside.
There’s no answer, my voice is in the silent midnight gushing.
“Little Lee?” I called again.
Still no response.
You’re not mistaken, are you? Leigh’s probably upset with me.
With a sticky sweat in my hand, I held my breath, slowly approached the window, put my face on the glass and looked inside the car.
It almost scared my heart out. I saw a white face, a red eye with a weird smile, looking at me through the car glass!
I was humming, crawling back, running back, walking back to the fourth floor in one breath, trying to come home, thinking I was alone at home, giving up, walking straight to the fifth floor, banging on the door of my brother.
The door was open, and I went in one step, closed the door with my back hand, and groaned on the door.
“What happened to you? “Big brother is a little confused.
I said, “Do I live with you tonight? I’m sorry.
I don’t know if my face caused a misunderstanding, or if he drank too much of his brain, and he came up on guard and said, “Well, your sister-in-law comes home, but I can’t do anything. I’m sorry.
I said, “No, I’m afraid to go home now. I have a ghost in my car. Think about it. Have you seen the woman and seen her face? I’m sorry.
He listens to me, wrinkles his frown, and then he looks like he’s starting to think of something, and he grabs my hand, and he says, “Ponnie, you stay tonight. Your sister-in-law is not home. I’m scared alone. I’m sorry.
We were in bed with the lights on, and no one could sleep. I’m sorry.
“I don’t think so. I asked the owner when I bought it. I’m sorry.
“A used car? “It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.” I’m sorry.
I told him what happened before.
When he heard, he looked at me with compassion, and said, “You must have bought a car. Only a car with blood will be so evil, and you are being deceived.” I’m sorry.
He also gave me an example, saying, “In our home, a young man bought a second-and-half-hand car, whose owner turned his back when he pulled a rock on the hill, and put him under the ground, and it was not fair when he came out. I’m sorry.
“The young man bought the car cheaply, drove for two months, at a T-word junction or downhill, and he was supposed to turn, but the wheel couldn’t move at that time, and he said, “He stepped on the brake like he had a hand, but the brake went so badly, that the big car went straight into the ditch, and he didn’t die, but the left leg was gone, and last time I came back to my home I met him with him, and he was walking around, and there was an empty pants. I’m sorry.
Listening to Big Brother, I’m afraid after a while.
“Fuck him, I’ll get him! I got up and I wanted to go to the owner of the car, but I saw the black light out of the window, and it went, “Wait till tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
The next day, I came to the door of the “Hong Shing used car” without breakfast.
It’s early, it’s not open yet, but it’s personal. The boss may be in there. I’ll lift my foot. “Who?”
He kicked a few feet, and a man’s voice was drunk and the door was open, and the boss found a bald head.
I didn’t say a word. I punched him in the chest and punched him several steps back.
The boss reacted very quickly. He took a mop and pointed at me, “What the fuck? Looking for something!”
“I’m here to find something, you black-hearted bastard. I’m sorry.
The boss listens to me and throws a mop on the floor, and people lie down on their chairs and say, “You’re not afraid to be rude at this time of the year. I’m sorry.
The way he looked, the way he was born, the way he stopped me, and I pointed out, “How do you explain the haunted car?” I’m sorry.
The boss looked outside the door and looked at me and said, “It is you.” I’m sorry.
That’s why I’m recognized.
I said, “Did this car die? I’m sorry.
The boss got weird and said, “I don’t know, I’m a middleman. I’m sorry.
He didn’t deny it.
“Did you know something was wrong with this car? Why didn’t you tell me when I bought the car? I questioned him.
The boss was angry at me for beating him up. In our line of work, there’s always an accident car. I’m a low-priced guy. This car needs to be clean. Can I sell it for 300 grand? I’m sorry.
I’m pissed off, “This is my fault! I’m sorry.
The boss said, “It’s not your fault. I’ve sold a lot of cars like this, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything. I’m sorry.
“You think I’m lying? “I heard it. He didn’t believe me at all, and thought that I was making a fool of myself. In that case, I decided to wait here until night and tie him to the car so he could see the ghost.
The boss threatened to call the police.
I told him to do whatever he wanted. I was gonna sue him for cheating the consumer.
He couldn’t handle it. He asked me what I wanted.
I said, ” either let the ghost go, or give me back the money for the car, and pay me for the moral damage of these days, and I will stay here until it is resolved.”
“What do you mean, there are ghosts?” I’m sorry.
“Can I lie to you about this?” Say, what happened to this car?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, I looked at the car, it was repaired, sold at a low price, and I asked the owner of the car, and he didn’t hide it, and I told him about the accident, and I’d probably been killed, and it’s hard to ask. I’m sorry.
When the boss had explained it, he asked me, “What is it? What’s going on? I’m sorry.
I told him about the ghost.
And he was afraid after hearing it, and said: Shall I find you a master? Our village, specializing in this. I was scared when I was a kid. I’m sorry.
The boss said he’d do it, and when he pulled out his cell phone, he called the master and said, “Grandpa, I’m a bolt.” I’m sorry.
It’s only a half-day since Grandpa thought of who the emboss was.
He told Grandpa about the haunted details and asked him to come.
He said he couldn’t make it, but it’s simple, there’s a lot of things she can’t leave behind, you help her, and she’s gone, and you ask her at night what she wants.
“How?”
“You can see her through the glass, through the glass, or find a mirror. I’m sorry.
“No, that’s it? She’s a ghost. “The boss is crying.
He called him, “You’re afraid of a ball, you haven’t seen it. She’s going to hurt you, you’re gone.” I’m sorry.
Come on, the phone’s dead.
The boss looked at me with his cell phone and he said, “What do we do?” I’m sorry.
We said, “Didn’t he make it clear on the phone? Ask her why she’s not leaving tonight. I’m sorry.
The boss bit his teeth and said, “Yes, then you must come with me. I’m sorry.
He’s a tough guy, 11 p.m., sitting in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel with his hands tight, with his prominent knuckles white and very nervous.
And, of course, I was no better than him, sitting on the side-drive, with two sweats in his hands, staring at the rear-eye mirror, waiting for about an hour, looking at 12 o’clock, the ghost not showing up, and the boss crashing, saying, “If we don’t think of another way, this is a hell of a lot.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “It’s too late,” and there was a woman in the mirror, more clearly than I had seen last night, with white clothes, long hair, blood on the face, clothes, and a straight-up seat in the middle of the back seat, looking forward, in the mirror, just like we saw.
“Big Sister, there’s trouble, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s money, there’s nothing, there’s nothing, there’s nothing to do with me, and the boss is just stupid, there’s nothing to be ready for the lines, there’s nothing, there’s nothing to do it, there’s nothing to do it.”
I was better than him, and I didn’t forget our purpose, and I looked away from the mirror, and I said, “If a ghost is different, he has to go where he should be. Is there something you should not wish for? I’m sorry.
“Help me.”
She’s talking. She’s a little rusty. It’s not like it’s on TV.
“How do you want us to help you? We can do what we can. “I’m hard-headed.
The ghost said, “I want you to find out for me whether my death was an accident or whether someone had done it secretly.” I’m sorry.
“You’re saying that? I asked her.
“I doubt it. She said:
The ghost told us that her name was Hwang Tsing, and that her husband, White Wen Bin, was Wong Tsing’s son-in-law.
She’s been running a hardware factory for over 30 years, she’s got a big business, she’s got a daughter, and the family plans to find someone to help her.
Wong Tsing said he was the driver of his father’s car, he was so handsome, he was so smart, he was in bad shape, he was in the country, he was a brother. His father thought Baek Wenbin was doing well, so he was introduced to Huang Tsing after three years.
Wong Tsing is beginning to feel nothing for him, and he can’t stand the way he’s been after her. A year later, Huang Cing became pregnant.
This spring, on the anniversary of Huang Cing’s grandmother’s death, the family had to go to the country for the funeral of her grandmother, but he suddenly said he couldn’t make it, so his father drove her on her own. That’s the day the car lost control and fell into a deep ditch.
At that time, she was six months pregnant, and she was in the back seat without a seatbelt.
The more Hwang Tsing thinks it’s not that simple, how can the new car suddenly lose control? Why didn’t they have anything in the car that day? It was suspected that Wenbin had planned the accident.
“He was first a car mechanic, then the boss quit and introduced him to my dad to drive. @Leaves: #Gaza #Gaza
“You’re thinking too much. You’re pregnant with his child. He’s not even gonna hurt his child. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Look back in the back, and there’s nothing in the back seat, and look in the mirror, and the ghost is still there.” I understand that the object of reflection is the medium between us and the ghost, and we can only see her in this way.
It’s true that a woman in the mirror is a woman’s dress, and she’s a pregnant woman, and she’s both dead and poor.
She shook her head, and said, “I am not sure that it was him, but I have a hunch that you will help me, and if you do not help me, I will haunt you.” I’m sorry.
I said, “I want to help you too, but how do we look into this?” It’s been so long. Why don’t you go and ask him yourself? I’m sorry.
He said, ‘I will go before I know what is going on. I cannot leave this car three or five metres away. I am being dragged back by an unknown force. You are the only one who can help me.’ I’m sorry.
I’ve been dead almost six months, and the car has been fixed and sold, and I can’t find any evidence in the car, but where else can I go? We can’t just go to White Man Bin and ask him if he killed his wife and kids.
# Whoo-hoo #
When I don’t talk, I cry and cry, “I’m dying so miserable… and pity my unborn child, my baby, my mother, I’m sorry.”
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa…”
In the sound of crying and nagging, the “whoaaaaaaaa” baby crying in the car was so clear.
This sudden cry scares us.
The next second, I thought about her belly, looking in the mirror, and she was covered in a loose skirt, and she moved like the baby in her belly was going to break out.
“Ooh my poor child my mother did not protect you…”
Yellow Tsing cried even more, and the child’s cry followed her crying from the beginning, and became a terrible scream, and only the one who listened was creepy!
“Don’t cry, okay? I have the courage to say,
As if you hadn’t heard me, I saw a dark air coming out of her belly, and a wind was coming out of her window, and the temperature was falling, and it was filled with a terrible ghost crying, and it was a strange atmosphere.
I’m panicking, I’m sweating. Look at this. It’s like the devil’s coming out. Or run.
When the idea came up, the boss ran into the door, apparently with me.
“Don’t go. Help me. Help me.”
Sitting in the back seat without moving, seeing us getting out of the car, standing up at once, reaching one hand to the boss, reaching one hand to me and catching us.
My boss and I were scared to death, yelling at her hands, but we couldn’t find out that we were just hitting her in the air.
Her hand strangled my neck, it was cold, it was so strong, it strangled me.
It’s a good thing that that feeling soon disappeared, for about 10 seconds, and I felt like my neck was loose, and then I looked at the mirror, and the Chong Cing was gone, and there was nothing in the back seat, and the car was so quiet and suffocating.
“Let’s go. For a while, I said. I heard myself breaking the sound, and the sound was sharp, like the eunuch on TV.
At last. “The owner is paralyzed in the car seat, and pees are freaking out. He’s not lying. It’s true. It smells like piss.
In the early morning streets, two old men carried each other, both of them with a little distasteful legs and a little bit of a swing.
“Do you believe me? You’re fucking killing workers. “Leave in the boss’s bed, stare at the ceiling, and I’m afraid.
“Shall I take it to another car tomorrow and sell it to someone else? “The boss’s voice is still shaking.
“You heartless bastard, do as you say.” “I’m sorry, I’ve decided to get rid of the car, and I’m gonna have to get one in my hand.
But who knew the plan didn’t change fast? Is everything all right? I’m sorry.
“It didn’t work out. It almost ended. “Don’t you always say there’s no danger?” She suddenly changed and got a kid out.”
Kid?
Grandpa heard the kid and said, “Where’s the kid?” I’m sorry.
“In the stomach. I’m sorry.
“A pregnant woman who died?” Why didn’t you say so?”
“How would I know that…”
“All right, cut the crap. Tell me more about last night. Grandpa interrupts the boss and asks:
The boss told him about last night.
When he heard it, he called out.
The boss told him he’s okay. We’re going to sell the car to someone. The ghost doesn’t know what’s going on.
And his grandfather, when he heard that he was going to sell the car, was even more anxious, and said, “Don’t sell it. The ghost is now in a state of shock that will kill her.” I’m sorry.
“That can’t stay with me, I’m afraid to die. * I’m crying out loud *
Grandpa heard what I said and said, “Don’t think you’ll be able to sleep in peace if you sell your car. Do you know what that is? It’s not scary to be a ghost, but it’s the child in her belly who dies before she sees it, and it’s just so bitter that if the mother takes it on her way to the sun, and if the mother stays in the world and gets angry, it’ll feed the child in her belly. They’re out. Can you hide? I’m afraid the first one to find you. I’m sorry.
And when Grandpa said, “I’ve put my heart down and my heart hangs up again,” I’m sorry.
The second grandfather said, “She said, “You have helped her, you have helped her, she has wished, she has no more resentment, the child in her belly is not nourished, and you will not come out, and you will go again tonight and tell her that you are willing to help her.” I’m sorry.
The boss said, “If we don’t want to help her, we won’t be able to do it. Is there no other way? I’m sorry.
“Yes, there is also the simplest way that she can’t come out during the day, and a single fire sets the car on fire. I’m sorry.
I said, “Did you ever think about how the owner felt?” I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing I can do. I gotta go. I got company. I’m sorry.
In a hurry, Grandpa dropped the phone again.
I want to look at my boss without tears.
The boss was silent for a moment, as if he had made a great deal of determination, saying, “Just promise her, and then find a way.” I’m sorry.
Night, 11:50, my boss and I sat in the car again, and with last night’s experience, the door was open, the door was broken, and we agreed to run as soon as things went wrong.
Then came the Cing, and appeared silently in the back, and said: “What is the matter with you? I thought you were frightened again, and I was embarrassed last night, and I didn’t know why I was so angry. I’m sorry.
This opening statement was unexpected, but, as her grandfather had said, she could not stand the excitement, and the irritation would awaken the ghost in her stomach, which could shape her emotions.
And the side of the door eased a little, and We said, “I have been trying to help you, but there is no good way. Do you have any plan?” I’m sorry.
Huang Tsing said, “There is no plan, but he’s made me pay my family’s money, and I don’t know what to do with my family’s business, but it’s time for you to come to my house for six months. I’m sorry.
Hwang Tsing told us her address and told us something about her to prevent us from showing up and let us pretend to be her classmates.
The next afternoon at around 5 p.m., I bought some supplements and fruit from my boss and took a bus to Huang Tsing’s house.
We went to her house in the afternoon, and Huang Tsing told her that he was in the company during the day, and then went back from work so we could meet with him and try.
It was her mother who opened the door to us, looking at us, asking who we were.
I said with my face, “We’re from Tsing’s college, we couldn’t get in touch with Tsing. I heard about her yesterday. It’s hard. Come and see you. I’m sorry.
Hwang Tsing’s mother noded her head and saw the boss in a suspicious way. She probably wondered why she was so old and bald, but politely invited us in.
I went into the house with the boss, changed my shoes, looked around, and her mother was alone, and asked, “Where’s uncle?” I’m sorry.
The mother lamented and said, “In the bedroom, when he hurt his head, he lost consciousness. I’m sorry.
We went into the bedroom and saw her father lie down. On the bed, staring at the ceiling, with a scar on the left face, stretching down the corner into the hair.
Hwang Tsing’s mother took his hand and said that Huang’s classmates came to see us.
His eyes turned around and looked at us, his face was morn.
“Oh, he’s been like this since he got back from the hospital. Her mother explained to us with her eyes red, and it was clear that our sudden visit touched her heart.
The scene was a bit awkward, and I appeared as a student of Huang Cing, and both sides avoided the topic of Huang Cing. After her mother asked me a few questions, she gave us water and fruit and finally turned on the TV, and we were all sitting on the couch and watching “The Passage.”
It’s a good thing it’s been going on for a while, and the door is ringing, and a man in a suit with a big bag opens the door and goes, “Mom, get me something.” I’m sorry.
Wong Tsing is an only child, and this man is apparently White Wenbin.
And We saw him when he said, “Yo, there are guests at home.” I’m sorry.
“It’s Tsing’s classmate. Come see me and your dad. While she introduced us, she picked up the bag in White Wenbin’s hand and said, “Why buy so much food? I’m sorry.
Wenbin said, “Isn’t this a guest? By chance, let’s eat here tonight and taste my work.” I’m sorry.
It is natural for us to seek and to stay without mercy.
When I was cooking, my boss and I went to the kitchen to help out and said something about Huang Cing.
Speaking of Chong Cing, White Wenbin’s mood is a bit low, and there’s a sense of love in his words.
He and her parents had a good time with her, and she had to feed her father, and she was patient and didn’t know that he was his son, and if it was all faked, the next Oscar Little King would be like him.
After dinner, nothing, we should go.
Wenbin asked us how we got here and said he’d send us.
Naturally, we knew that it was a charade, but we did not set it up with him, saying, “That’s a good feeling, you’re too big, and it takes at least 15 minutes from here to the station. I’m sorry.
White Wenbin went downstairs with us. In the car, I was sitting in the back seat, and I put the wire under the driver’s seat without trace.
This morning’s boss asked his friend to buy the bug, and it’s more for this moment, because Hwang Tsing said that the White Man is very good at appearances and kindness, and we expected him to send us.
The car is a relatively hidden and secure private space, some prefers to make congee in the car, some like to sit quietly in the car for a while after work, before going home, some like to wear makeup, smoke, listen to music in the car, some like to cry in the car, and if Whitewinbin is really the killer, then he needs to be a good-looking son-in-law in the company and at home, but not in the car.
The first step was well planned.
After we left the car, we couldn’t wait to turn on the phone, the bugging system was connected directly to the phone, and the battery could support it for about four or five days, and it was hoped that in those days we would find something.
We heard the music on the way back, but nothing else.
I didn’t come home, I lived in the car, and the boss knew it was serious, and I was watching White Man Bin for 24 hours.
The next day, Wenbin had a short run. On the afternoon of the third day, he went to the hospital with her father. During this period, he received many telephone calls, mostly on a work-related basis, and his words were normal. On the fourth day, we’re all going to tell Hwang Tsing at night that White Man Bin is fine and that when she’s not suspicious, things change.
It’s more than 11 o’clock in the afternoon, and suddenly there’s some angry noise on the phone. Don’t call me! Why don’t you listen? I’m sorry.
“They missed you. “A little girl’s voice is coming.
And as soon as the woman fell down, Wenbin’s breath was soft, and said, “These days have been too busy, and I will come to you.” I’m sorry.
The woman asked him when he had time.
He said, “Well, I’ll take care of everything I’ve got till about 3:00. You take an early shower and replace it with the one I bought you last time.
She said, “I hate it, I’ll wait for you.” I’m sorry.
The phone hung up, followed by the sound of Wenbin closing the door and he got off.
“Fuck! Wen Bin is having an affair. “The owner was excited to hear about the private life of White Man Bin.
“It’s been six months since Huang Cing died, and it’s normal for him to find a woman. * And I said, “Get dressed.”
The boss asked me what to do.
I said, “Let’s go out and eat, and see the show in the afternoon.” “If you promise to go to Huang Cing, you’ll have to see it.”
We ate, drove to Whitewinbin, we had a locator. It was easy to find him.
The time card’s just right, 2:35. We left and drove away.
My boss and I followed him, bending around for more than 20 minutes before he stopped in a remote, old neighborhood in the suburbs, got out of a building and knocked on the door.
Soon the door was opened, and Wenbin flashed in.
Fortunately, on the first floor, my boss and I quietly moved under the back window, and the window was open, and the curtains were drawn, and the sound of the “um, um, ah” was very clear, and I was a little hot, and I had a reaction somewhere, and I was so happy that it didn’t end up completely!
It lasted 10 minutes, quieted down, and then heard the woman complain, “You haven’t been here for 10 days. Is there another woman outside? I’m sorry.
And Wenbin said: Thou art the only one who lies. I’m sorry.
“What about Huang Cing? I’m sorry.
Listening to her name, I ordered the phone.
“I don’t want to look at her face if it’s not for the money, it’s just you. White Wenbin whispered, without knowing what he had done, that she laughed at him and called him bad.
“So when did you take me out? I don’t want to live here anymore. I want to be with you. I’m sorry.
“And wait.”
“What are you waiting for? She’s been dead for so long. I’ve been waiting for you since I was 20 to 27. Women complain.
Twenty-seven? I looked at the boss, and these two people may have known him longer than Hwang Tsing, so it seems that he and Hsing Tsing have been together since the beginning.
“We’ve all been in hiding for years, and we can’t be in a state of indulgent at this time, but my mother-in-law is not a fuel-saving lamp, old people in the company, relatives of their families, people who don’t believe me, and hundreds of employees in the company who know me, and you’ll be in the city at this time, with a lot of eyes, and if anyone sees us on a date and tells us that I’ve been a son for nothing. I’m sorry.
Wenbin listens to me. I can’t believe he’s such a ugly face under the surface.
The woman complained again and was persuaded and persuaded.
“Then you’ll come to me more and more, at least once a week, and you’re not here, and I live in this old house and I’m scared, I can’t sleep at night, and I’ve dreamt that Huang Cing became a ghost and stood at my bed.” I’m sorry.
Wenbin said, “You’re delusional. There is no ghost in this world, even if there was one, and I asked her to be in the car.” I’m sorry.
The woman said, “I dreamt of it, I dream of it a few times, she’s bloody, she’s got a big belly…”
“Will you stop talking about it? “It’s a shame that my child is a child.” I’m sorry.
“If you want a baby, I’ll give it to you, and you’ll have a few.”
“Well…”
White Wenbin whispered, and then went on to be an unspeakable voice.
It’s so embarrassing for us both to listen to this, and I turned off the tape, and I told the boss I didn’t have to hear it anymore.
The boss was still a little busy, and I dragged him back to the car.
“The sixth sense of a woman is so strong, and the grandson is so mean, that in order not to arouse suspicion, he picks up his own child. “The boss is angry.
“It’s just a recording, and I’m afraid it’s not enough to punish him. Let’s ask the victim what she intends to do. I’m sorry.
It’s night again, the BMW car.
And the black air came out of her body, and the blood on her face became thicker, and she became angry, but she took control of it, and she said, “Thank you, do me one more favor and help me find it, and I will go to him myself. I’m sorry.
My boss and I turned the car upside down and finally found a yellow charm wrapped in the back seat.
Wong Tsing told us to burn it and then she disappeared from the mirror.
Five days later, a news report appeared in front of the city, stating that “a brutal murder had occurred in a district where a psychotic girlfriend cut his boyfriend with a knife late in the night, he was shot several times and died instantly. I’m sorry.
This was the news that was published, which was even more impressive, and it was said that the boyfriend’s head was about to be cut off, covered in skins, dying with eyesight and fear.
The boyfriend was said to be the first son-in-law of a company’s daughter-in-law, whose wife had died in a car accident for less than six months, to have been able to hold her back and had to go on a business trip to meet her.
It was said that the girlfriend was not at all a psychotic, that the other night, without knowing what was going on, suddenly went crazy and shouted ghosts while cutting people’s mouths.
The boyfriend’s wife was said to have been killed by the two of them.
It is said that only me and the boss know that the karma cycle, the karma, is the revenge of the woman.
On the night of the murder, I had a dream, a dream, a dream in which she had no blood on her face, clothes, clean, clean hair, and smiled and said thank you and avenged her, but one more thing was for me to give that tape to her parents, to tell her that she had gone in peace, to let them live well and not be sad about her.
The next day, I had an appointment with the owner of the car and went to Hwang Tsing’s house.
This time, it’s Wong Tsing’s dad.
I’m surprised, Uncle, you’re well. I’m sorry.
Her father was suffocating, “Well, it’s been a while. I’ve been pretending to test my son-in-law. I’m sorry.
We all knew that the accident had been done by White Wenbin.
We gave him the tape and left him a message.
When he heard what was in it, he cried out, saying, “It was I who was sorry, and they were my lord together, and it was I who was humbled, and she had a boyfriend. I’m sorry.
He also said that he had dreamt of Huang Cing last night, that he had to thank me very much. He gave me a card.
I don’t want to, he’s upset that the baby’s gone, that it’s useless to keep money and that if it wasn’t for me, I deserve it.
I took the money.
I didn’t take the money alone, even though the boss sold me a bad car to help him get revenge.
He said he didn’t want anything, that he didn’t tell me, that it was his fault that it was almost a disaster.
We said: then I shall take you to eat. I’m sorry.
He said, “Okay, pick up your girlfriend. I’ll explain your story. I’m sorry.
We said, “Then I shall go home and take a shower, I’m sorry.
These days, after the car’s dusty, clean up, have a meeting after dinner, I have to let Leigh know that I’m okay, I’m not cheating, and she’s still in a hurry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
