Guess.

The day my daughter got sick, she played hide and seek with me in the hospital.

I tried so hard to find her after the post in front of the hospital.

But actually, I didn’t find her.

One.

Twelve in the morning. I prepared the food for tomorrow’s breakfast, set up the school’s mission, crawled gently to bed, put a corner on the sleeping daughter, then lit up the music software on the phone, lay down and put the headphone on.

I’m a music teacher at a primary school, raising a four and a half-year-old daughter alone. The life of single mothers is not easy, but the child is cute and the day is over. I’m used to listening to light music before sleeping. No matter how late I sleep, I’ll listen to a few songs, relax my ears, and then sleep.

I’ll light the Badateevska “Girls’ Prayer” and close my eyes.

The sound in the headset made me sleepless!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

The girls’ cry for help was clearly heard in the headset. Sounds like my daughter’s guess!

I can’t help but say, “Aah,” and open my eyes, just to the other eye in front of me!

Guess when I woke up, lying on top of my head, with big black eyes staring at me in the dark. For some reason, these familiar eyes look strange and strange at this moment.

I’ll listen very carefully. There’s nothing in my ears to shout. The smooth piano music came from the headset.

I think it’s funny that I’ve raised my own daughter. I reached out to her hair, and I said, “Guess, did you just call your mother?” I’m sorry.

And guess what? “No. I heard Mom scream. I’m sorry.

“Oh, Mom just had a nightmare. Did she wake you up? The children were scared by my screams.

I’ll let you guess, lie down, slap her in the right hand, squirt her in the little belly. The left-hand slider, click on the music software. It was indeed “Girls’ Prayer” and no other audio.

Maybe these days are too tired. In recent times, the school has had a lot of work, and the superiors have been looking at it. I haven’t had a good rest lately. I think I’m going to sleep.

I was thinking, “Mama, will you stay with me forever?” I’m sorry.

It’s a headless sentence, and I’m surprised.

I bended down and kissed her in the face and said, “Of course, Mom will always guess.” Stop talking and go to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll get up early and have a frying bag. I’m sorry.

The child fell asleep, and I fell asleep.

Then things got worse.

Two.

The next day at noon, I left work and went to kindergarten to take a guess.

When the kindergarten teacher saw me, he asked, “Guess, Mom, did you get it this morning without eating? I’m sorry.

“No, she ate two waterfried bags this morning. “Guessing that the stomach is weak, I usually let her eat at home and send her to kindergarten.

“That’s weird,” the teacher said, “Guessing that after he arrived this morning, he ate four more breads, two eggs and a glass of milk. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I turned out like, “How can a little kid eat so much?” Our family guessed that it had a bad appetite, that there was no bread in the morning, that it was her favorite, and that it was only two, and that it was more than usual this morning. Teacher, why don’t you keep an eye on her? I’m sorry.

“I stopped her, too, but she didn’t listen, crying hungry and taking food from other children.” I see the child is hungry, and he hasn’t been able to contact you since he ate. I’m sorry.

I got a little angry: “No way, my family guessed it’s always been a good boy, why would they take other kids’ food?” * And the name of the guess comes out loud.

Listen to my call, guess out of the classroom. I saw her jump up and down, and she didn’t feel comfortable eating. I’m a teacher myself. It’s common for a teacher to care for so many children. In order to ease the conversation, I said, “Maybe the baby was born with a big disease, and the stomach was empty, and the appetite was high these days. I’m sorry.

And the kindergarten teacher showed a bright look: “How can a little girl eat like a man?” I’m sorry.

I smiled at my teacher and took a guess.

“Guess, did you really eat so much today? I asked.

Guess shake your head.

“What did the teacher say about you eating a lot?” I’m sorry.

“That’s not what I eat. I’m sorry.

The teacher was wrong. “Who eats that?” I’ll continue.

“It’s uncle food. I’m sorry.

“Uncle? How come there’s an uncle in kindergarten? My heart is pulling again, “What uncle? I’m sorry.

Guess head down and don’t talk.

I crouched down and grabbed my daughter’s shoulder one by one: “Tell Mama which uncle? I’m sorry.

“Uncle … Uncle won’t let me say it. “Guessing that I’m still low on my head.

“Tell Mom that Mom will protect you. I’m sorry.

“Uncle said if I told my mother…” guessed that suddenly she looked up and looked straight into my eyes, her pupils were magnified and her eyes were dark. I heard the girl’s voice changed!

“He’ll kill me. I’m sorry.

I had to free myself to grab my daughter’s shoulder and sit on the floor.

I called the police and said I suspected that the kindergarten had entered the wrong person. The police called all the surveillance on the day of the kindergarten. Then I was surprised to see that in the surveillance footage, my daughter ate the next bread at an unusual rate. She then took the eggs from the little girl’s bowl next door. The little girl was so angry and cried, the teacher came to her and criticized the guess. Guess what? All morning, there was no man around her.

Is this really my daughter? The horror of the strangeness, once again looms over me.

I apologized to the kindergarten teacher and the police and admitted that I was suspicious. Kindergartens have euphemistically indicated that, since I lacked trust in them, I would prefer to replace the children with a kindergarten. I was ashamed and naturally promised.

It’s more than 4:00 in the afternoon. Guess I just remembered I couldn’t have lunch with my kids. Anyway, eat something first. At this moment, I am exhausted. There’s a market between kindergarten and home, and I decided to get some snacks and cuisine first, to get the kids some mats, to cook some food at night, to cook some congee.

I’m picking up in the ready-to-eat stand and suddenly I hear the screaming of the next-to-be owner.

I turned my head, and I was scared.

Guess the raw chickens on the meat stand, chewing! Chicken blood fell from her chin and dripped on her pink little cotton dress.

That’s when I realized there’s something really wrong with my daughter.

3

The next day, I entrusted my daughter to a second landlord who lived across the door. The landlord is a nice old wife, and his son emigrates, rents his parents two flats in his home, two flats in his home and a collection of the old man’s livings. The old man was very elegant and liked to collect some old-fashioned oil lamps, bottled jars and other antiques, which were said to be of great value, full of a house, in the house I rented. The old couple kept thinking about going abroad late in the year, because the old man couldn’t get rid of them, and he stayed in the country. I didn’t think he’d make it. The old lady, alone, wanted to rent out a house across the street, to look after it, to be a companion, to be packed up, then to go abroad and run away with her son. She looks at me like I’m pretty good, doesn’t hit her old man’s collection, and she’s sad to have a kid with her, and she thinks she’s cute, and she takes half of my rent and sometimes sends me some food. Guess it’s at her house. I’m relieved.

I’ve settled the children, and I’ve brought home the godmother I’ve introduced. I always don’t believe in this, but it’s good to have the baby back. She looked a lot older than me and dressed like a normal person. As soon as she enters the house, the eyebrow is wrinkled.

“Maestro, look…” I want to talk, and the witch is showing me to shut up.

I closed my mouth and watched her go straight to the vases in the living room.

It is a vase left behind by the neighboring man, all covered with glass, said to be Qing Dynasty.

“In this house… has someone died? “The godmother is asking a slow question.

I’m surprised. She’s quite right.

“The neighbor’s grandpa died shortly ago… not in the house, in the hospital…” I said.

Then she went to the house where he kept the antiques.

The door in that house was always closed, except for the first time, when the neighbor’s wife showed me the door and never saw it again.

“It’s a neighbor’s thing…” I didn’t finish. The goddess has broken the door.

A room of extinguished kerosene lamps and some other writings on the wall, a house in a mess.

“How can a child live in a house like this? “The Goddess immediately took the door and turned around and severely asked me.

I was so nervous that I said, “Maestro, are you saying that there is really something in this house that is not clean? I’m sorry.

“That’s not true.” It’s just that there’s so much old stuff in this house, and there’s so many generations of hands, and there’s so much pussy in it. You can’t stand it if you’re strong. I suggest you move. I’m sorry.

I’m hanging a heart down. As long as it’s good for the kids, moving is no big deal.

“Master, when I move, will the child be all right? I asked.

“That’s natural. “The goddess looked at me and seemed a little unhappy. I had a bad feeling in my head that I’d believe it.

She said, “Give us a good price of 66 grand.” I’m sorry.

The price was far higher than I expected, but the Goddess said the numbers were bad for the children, and I had to admit it for them. But then, my doubts about the godmother got stronger. I’m afraid the money’s still coming.

Despite my displeasure, I sent the godmother out with respect and helped call a taxi and paid for the car. I turned around and found the door open — the old lady was standing in the hall waiting for me. I just sent the godmother out. She must have seen it.

Aunt, I squeezed out a tired and embarrassing smile, “Guess what? Is everything all right?”

The old lady dragged me to the stairwell, looked down the stairs and whispered, “Is that the God of the House?” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed. After all, it’s a rental house, and the rent is so low that it’s inappropriate to invite the godmother. I was trying to hide it from my neighbor’s wife, and now that she’s found out, I’m going to leave anyway.

“Aunt, it’s been a little rough lately, and I was wondering if there was something going on…”

The old lady shakes her head and doesn’t take my word for it, and says, “How much have you given?” I’m sorry.

I’m telling the truth.

The old lady looked at me in the eyes of the helpless: “You were deceived!” That guy can’t even read it. It’s just a bunch of bullshit! Look at the old house. She’s got to ask if there’s a dead man in the house. He’s not dead. Tell me how old the room is. That’s not true! If that happens, people all over the world are going to hide from old ladies! You two, one dares, one dares! I’m sorry.

And I was ashamed and angry, and I said, ‘You speak.’ I’m sorry.

The old lady took another step forward, and her voice was even lower: “I tell you, I and your uncle have been collecting things for so many years, and they won’t take anything. The unlucky ones, the bad ones, and your uncles couldn’t have bought them at home. I’m sorry.

I’m even saying yes.

“I don’t usually tell people, but we’ve learned to look at things over the years. I’m sorry.

My eyes were lit up by fear and hope: “Aunt, help me, look at the guess. Guess what?”

“I see you’re a nice girl. I’ll be honest with you. I’m sorry.

After I repeatedly promised not to mind, the old lady came closer and said in my ear, “It’s not about the house.” I’m sorry.

“Not the house? “I’m so nervous that I’m completely blank, I repeat.

“It’s the child’s problem. Take a closer look. It’s not even your baby! I’m sorry.

My blood feels cold.

4

At that point, I suddenly saw, and somehow, guessed that I had run out of the doorway, with dolls in my hand, staring faceless at us whispering.

“Mom, Grandma, are you talking about me? I’m sorry.

I’m against her. I couldn’t help but beat a spirit. I’ve never been so strange to be with a child in the morning and evening.

I think she recognized the fear in my eyes.

And old ladies are experienced. She turned around calmly and smiled: “I told your mother what we did today. I’m sorry.

Guess I ran over happy and showed me the doll in my hand.

“We’re putting on make-up for the doll. She said:

The face of the doll was painted black and red with a water-coloured brush, and the eyes were fluorescent with yellow glass. And guess what I’ve always liked to use a pen to make up for dolls, but I wonder if it was my psychological role, and today’s make-up looks really weird. The worst thing is that the doll’s forehead is marked with a gold fluorescent pen, as if a sword had pierced an eye.

“It looks good. I barely said.

“Enter the house. The old lady told me to open the door and let her guess. Then she fell down in my ear and said, “Don’t let her see it. Think about what happened before it started. She used her left hand to make a “call” gesture in her ear, and then she hit me on the shoulder, as if it was calming me down and she turned back into her room.

“Mom, you and Grandma are weird. “And I looked in the direction of the door, and I heard a cold guess behind my back.

“Mom’s too tired today. School has a lot to do. I took a breath and turned around and tried to make myself natural.

“Mom, I’m hungry. “The eyes of the guess keep their eyes on me.

“You’re hungry. Mom’s cooking for you. “I almost ran into the kitchen and tried to avoid my daughter who I used to hate to stick together all the time.”

What happened before all this started?

I cut the dishes while I look back.

The first thing that started out wrong was the morning night before, when the music software came out of a sudden cry for help.

Mom saved me. Now I think of that voice and still have a headache. Is that my real daughter calling for help?

My tears came to my eyes. Guess, Mom’s gonna save you, and she won’t let anybody– whatever, hurt you.

I forced myself to calm down and remember what happened the other day.

Think about it, there’s one.

That day, guess what. I’ve been waiting in the hospital hall, and I guess I’m tired of waiting. So I made a really stupid suggestion: “Guess, let’s play hide-and-seek, you hide, Mom search. Don’t run out of this room. Nobody but Mom wants you to leave. I’m sorry.

I was just trying to keep the guess quiet, and hide and seek was her favorite game. That hospital is not so big, there is not much space in the hall, and I naturally feel like I can find my daughter soon after it’s over. Now, there are too many insecurities in this game.

When I finished, I found out I couldn’t find my daughter anywhere. I hastened and cried out for my daughter’s name, but no one answered. Those who hide know, of course, that they can’t answer the ghost’s call. This is the basic principle of this game.

As I was panting and anxious, I suddenly found that there seemed to be a small shadow moving in the flowering field at the entrance to the hospital hall. In terms of relaxing, it’s a hall. Guess it’s an honest kid. It’s not against my orders. I found hope, flushing at the flowering table.

“Mommy. ”I heard my daughter’s voice as I was about to cross the hospital door.

Guess what came out of the post next to the gate.

“Guess you’re here!” I ran to hold her.

“Mommy,” guess what I said in my arms, “I don’t want to play anymore. I’m hungry. I’m sorry.

“Go, we’re home! I’m sorry.

If I thought about it now, wouldn’t I have guessed?

It’s a real guess to hide in the flower field, and what I found…

“Mom, haven’t you done it yet? “I’m starving. I’m sorry.

I looked back, and by accident, the knife pulled a mouth on the left finger.

And guess what?

I used to get stinged by mosquitoes, guess that’s what I do. But I felt the difference at once — guess at this moment, like a blood-sucking animal, sucking the blood in me!

“It’s okay, Mom. “I shrunk my hand and walked out of the kitchen and went to the bedroom to find a Band-Aid and guessed I was chasing my ass. In order to get away from the subject, I said, “Guess what we were playing. I’m sorry.

I didn’t wait to guess. I saw her masterpiece. The doll had just been mutilated into six pieces, and different parts of the body were tied up with our normal line, hanging on the bedside.

And guess what I’m laughing about behind my back.

“Heigh-hee, I cut better than Mom. I’m sorry.

5

I took control of myself so hard that I didn’t cry out for fear and aversion. Calm down! All we have to do is calm down and calm down before I can get my guess!

I have always been a coward, backed by the courage of being a mother and the determination to save the child.

I squeezed out a smile and pointed to the piano in the bedroom: “Mother’s cooking for a while, guess 15 minutes first. I’m sorry.

I’m a music teacher, and naturally I’m not going to relax my kids’ music. One person, with a child in financial distress, bought only one electron for the child, a piano left by the second landlord, who was said to have played well before he was born.

“No, I don’t practice. “Guess what you’re talking about.

“No, you haven’t practiced for days. “In order to buy me time, I have to keep my strict mother’s pies to keep the impostors away from me. “Happy Birthday, we’re done. Play Stars a few times! I’m sorry.

I put a Band-Aid on, and I watched as I climbed the piano bench, and then I went back to the kitchen and closed the kitchen door. It was only in the bedroom that I heard the sound of an intermittent piano that I was relieved to take out the cell phone in the pocket.

I’m afraid it’s not safe to call the neighbor’s wife at this time. That thing’s weird and it’s gonna hear it. I decided to text.

Auntie, can she not be my daughter? What shall I do? Don’t call, and type.

I’m afraid the old lady has a bad look, and I deliberately amplified the distance between words and words.

I was so upset after the message, I kept cooking while waiting for the old lady’s reply.

The “ding” on the letter was my salvation.

I’ll find me tomorrow.

I took a deep breath and sent a message to the leadership to ask for a day off tomorrow and to ask my colleagues to replace me. I am alarmed that the leadership has not been as cooperative as the old lady. He saw the text and called back.

“What’s wrong with you, Wu? Why do you keep taking time off? You know how you can’t overcome the difficulties of the recent inspection? I’m sorry.

In the face of the leader’s questions, I had to laugh and argue that the child was in trouble.

The kids are in trouble. I hung up on the phone and I was upset.

It’s been a while since I’ve been distracted. I put the good parts out on the plate, the bottom shovels were removed and the kitchen door was opened with the dishes.

I just thought I’d stand in front of the kitchen and look up at me.

I’m so nervous I didn’t notice when the music stopped!

“Mom, who are you calling? “Guess keep an eye on me and say it in cold.

“Nothing. “I’m just saying that as soon as I get out of here, I know I should actually make up a better reason.

“Why do you say I’m in trouble? Guess I’m still staring at me. I’m sorry.

I forced myself to calm down: “Well, guess what, it’s Mom. Mom’s head called Mom to work overtime now. Mom doesn’t want to go now, she wants to guess at home, so she lied. I’m sorry.

Guess no talking.

“A child cannot lie! “Why are you here?” How’s Jean? I’m sorry.

“I can smell strange in the kitchen. So come here. Guess.

“It’s okay, it’s not bad enough. We can eat. Let’s eat. I’m sorry.

I had no appetite to witness a guess of all the food at the table. “I eat like a man.” I remember what the kindergarten teacher said.

Man. Uncle.

I have a thought in my heart.

“Guess,” I said after dinner, “You said the other day you met an uncle in kindergarten, right?”

Guessing suddenly gets nervous. She’s a nod.

“Is this a good uncle or a bad uncle? I’ll keep asking.

Guess I covered my mouth in fear.

“Uncle doesn’t want you to say it?” I took out from my little desk a guess painting stick and paper, and I said, “Will you paint the first time you saw your uncle?” Draw it for Mom, not with your mouth. I’m sorry.

If I knew a little bit more about the enemy, I could better turn to the outside world for help.

Guess I took the brush. I couldn’t help but hold my breath.

She started by drawing a circle in which she drew eyes, nose, mouth.

I’m a little disappointed. I overestimated my daughter’s painting level. No matter what you paint, you can’t tell whether you’re a man or a woman.

Under this head, guess how many straight lines have been drawn, as torso and limbs.

At the end of the limb, she drew five sharp fingers.

No, guess what, when you used to paint, you didn’t draw fingers on your limbs, you just drew a few sticks.

I’m all out of my mind.

I see. That’s the claw.

Guess put the pen down. I thought she was finished, wanted to ask again, but saw her take another pen.

It’s a blood-red painting stick.

She painted the person’s face in red.

Four claws, red.

I couldn’t help but cover my mouth.

Guess it’s still not finished.

She picked up a black painting stick.

Part of the face was painted black.

I look at that red and black face on the paper and I feel sick.

Guess you picked up a gold painting stick and drew a few on the man’s forehead.

That symbol.

Like a sword pierced an eye.

I thought of that broken doll.

Finally, guess what a silver and white box is at the feet of men, with a few green grasses and a few yellow, pink flowers.

“It’s over. She said:

I immediately understood what that box was.

That’s the flower pot in front of the hospital.

Guess it’s the first time I’ve seen this in a flower pot outside the hospital.

“Where is this uncle now?” My voice is shaking.

“Just behind Mom. “I don’t think so.

I’m turning around.

Nothing behind you.

“Don’t joke like that! “And I shouted, and covered my fear with anger.

Guess not.

I suddenly realized she might not have been joking.

And I tried to calm down, and I commanded him to guess and to go to sleep, and then to fold the painting carefully into his pocket.

That night, I didn’t listen to music, sleepless. Next to guess if it’s really asleep, I don’t know.

Six.

The next day, I left my guess at home. I’ve never left such a small child alone before, but at this moment I have no other choice. I’m telling you, Mom has to go to work now because before that, the kindergarten couldn’t go, and she took her to the old lady’s house to knock, and she said, “Don’t respond, make a false impression that she had to go out.” I’ll take a guess. I’ll save the food and the toys and tell her mom’ll be back at noon. Guess I cried a little, and then I looked out.

After I left the house, I went down the stairs, went a little further towards the school, stopped for a while and then returned quietly, texting the second landlord, asking her to open the door and sneak into her house.

Once I locked the door, I started crying. Fear, tension, aversion, hatred, helplessness and pressure have brought me to collapse. The old lady handed over water and paper towels quietly until I calmed down. I told her all the information I had and showed her the painting.

The old lady was surprised to see the man’s face in the picture, “The doll yesterday…”

I nodded my head and I cried.

“I didn’t think it was just a kid’s joke when I saw that doll painted yesterday. Now think, I think I’ve seen this image. “When your uncle was alive, she collected old books like folk talk, weirdo, etc., and we looked for them, and I felt like I’d seen them somewhere. I’m sorry.

The old lady lured me to the study and turned me out of a bunch of books wrapped up in junk newspapers and bundled up.

“Your uncle’s gone, none of this stuff was seen. I was going to sell it. She’s full of shit, explaining.

And for over an hour, we’ll be looking in these papery books. Finally, I turned on a strange story published during the Civil War and looked at the pen.

Due to the age of the books, the coloured paper is wrapped in the cover. But I still recognize at first glance the black and red face, the sharp four claws, the strong torso and the gold symbol on the forehead.

I’ll pass the book to the old lady.

“It’s a devil,” she said, “I’m here for my life.” I’m sorry.

I fell on the floor.

The old lady turned to the text on the back of the painting and gave it back to me: “The devil can’t do it alone, it has to be attached to people. Guess it’s the devil. I’m sorry.

I cried, “My guess is that when I was so young, I never did anything bad, why did I let the devils get in touch?” I’m sorry.

The old lady said, “The younger you are, the more pure you are, the easier you are to be targeted by the devil. However, according to you, the devil has not been on for a few days, and should not be able to erode, guess his mind, not all of it. We just have to get rid of the ghost and guess we’ll be right back. I’m sorry.

I grabbed the straw of hope and said, “Yes, the day I returned from the hospital.” The hospital was full of people and a lot of complaints. I’m sorry.

I don’t even want to say the word “ghost” in my own words.

“Yes, the hospital. I think the devil must have left something that was attached to it and ran to us to guess. Maybe we should go to the hospital. I’m sorry.

I spent half an hour with the old lady at the flower garden at the hospital. Suddenly, the old lady whispered, “Look! “I followed her finger and found a stoned image in the grass. If you don’t look closely, it’s like a normal stone. I was trying to pick it up with my hand. The old lady pushed me away.

“Don’t touch it with your hand! I’m sorry.

I went to the hospital and asked the nurse for a clean gauze and a pair of plastic gloves to pick up the statue and wrap it in Saabri. The whole of the rock is rectangular, the four corners are rounded, the face is a gorgeous woman in a dress, stretching out countless hands and the back is the familiar symbol — a sword piercing one eye.

“This is the Virgin Mother. The old lady said, “This is supposed to be a sign for a ghost, and guess what happened to the seal, and then it was released.” I’m sorry.

I really want to slap myself. If it wasn’t for me, it wouldn’t have happened.

“This is what it’s all about. The old lady seemed to see through my mind, “The only way to get rid of evil spirits is through rituals. I’m sorry.

” Aunty, please tell me what you can do, and I will do whatever you want. “I hold the old lady’s sleeve.

I talked to the old lady for a long time.

I know it’s a good guess, and I’m excited, and I’m sorry about the old lady’s work: “You really saved me, saved me and taught me how to repay you.” I’m sorry.

The old lady said, “Girl, I’ll look at you as my daughter and guess that’s my granddaughter.” Granddaughters are in trouble. I’m sorry.

I hold the old lady’s hand: “Aunt, if this ceremony is done, I’m afraid the collection of my uncle’s life will be destroyed.” All these years I’ve been alone with my children, and I haven’t saved any money, but I’m willing to pay for it with my life’s savings…”

The old lady laughed and held my hand the other way: “Girl, when you live at my age, you know that money is never more important than people. There is only one thing I ask of one another.

I had a tremor in my heart, but I said, “Please speak.” I’m sorry.

“I’m old, I can’t say I’m gone. I just hope that when this is over, you can take care of me and help me get some home until my son takes me away. I’m sorry.

I was relieved, and I said, “Don’t mention it, I will do it.” My parents left early, you helped me, and I’ve seen you as my mother. I’m sorry.

“Good boy.” But, girl, it’s not that I don’t trust you. To tell you the truth, your uncle and I have accumulated a lot of money over the years. I don’t know what I’m saying. I need to make a statement.”

I understand that this ceremony will take a heavy toll on the old lady. She was also trying to guarantee her old age, and saving the child was the top priority, and whatever she wanted, I had to promise her.

So the old lady found a paper and pen and wrote “I’ll take care of her for life.” This “life” seems a little gruesome, but I can’t take it much longer. I signed my own name on the paper, but the old lady didn’t say enough, and I bought the mud from the stationary shop.

She rubbed her left finger on the mud, put a handprint on the paper, and smiled: “There is a rule in our home that everyone knows, that only the left finger print will be valid, and with another finger, that you are not sincere, that you are forced to press.” I’m sorry.

I reached out with my left hand — with a sticker on my index finger that was cut off yesterday.

I smiled and explained to the old lady: “I accidentally cut my hand yesterday. It’s all right, it’s all day long. “It’s not like I’m going to be able to do this.”

Strangely, the wound didn’t heal.

Blood leaks from the head of a plume.

“Well, that’s good. I’m not even saving the mud. The old lady, instead of being surprised, put the mud in her pocket and joked, “Bloodfingerprints are the most sincere, you can’t blame it.” I’m sorry.

I’m all over it, and I put my bloody finger on it.

The old lady was pleased to put it away. Then we went to the house together for an exorcism.

7

I went upstairs with the old lady and nobody spoke.

I’ve played the next move countless times in my heart. However, I am not sure if it will succeed.

I vowed in my heart that if I could get my daughter back, I would do anything to save my life.

We go to the door. I’m trying to reach out and grab the key, but I’m stuck.

I saw a black hole in the cat’s eye that seemed to have been blocked from the house.

I realized it was standing behind the door watching us.

Well, does it know that I turned back to my old lady after pretending to work?

Or, what if he sees me coming out the other side with the old lady and heading towards the hospital?

I was in the middle of a mess, and the old lady sat down and knocked, “Guess, your mom’s back. I’m sorry.

I heard a noise inside the house and then the door opened. Guess what’s coming up behind the door and looking at us.

“Mom, you’re late.” It says.

I looked at the watch on the living room wall from the open door. It’s almost 1:00 p.m.

“Sorry, guess, Mom’s too busy to be back late. I brought Grandma back with me, so we could cook together and cook. I said I walked into the house with my old lady.

There was indeed a small stool at the door, and it must have stepped on the props. I pretended not to notice, went straight to the kitchen to cook. The old lady wanted to follow in the kitchen, but she was picked up: “Grandma, you come play with me. I’m sorry.

The old lady looked to me like I noded.

I’ll be careful with the kitchen door. I’m making fried rice today at noon.

I put egg fluids in the bowl, then cut off the hair, turned on the smoker, burned them to ash on the stove, and bludgeoned them into the egg fluid. I poured eggs on rice from the fridge and carefully mixed them with eggs. I’m gonna put onions and peppers in the fried rice, and I’m gonna add two more spoons to the sauce.

The rice is made of gold and gold, and I tasted it myself, and I can’t feel anything different. We put a sharp fruit knife into our arms, and We set a course, and made three bowls of rice, and went out.

“Guess, auntie, eat!”

Pass the bowl to guess. I saw her nose wrinkled and nervous.

“Mom, there’s a strange smell in the food. I’m sorry.

How? I don’t feel any smell at all. Is it… its nose… more sensitive than humans?

I squeezed out a smile and covered it up, “No way, how can it smell weird…”

“Mom,” he looked at me and said, “I’m gonna eat your bowl. I’m sorry.

I gave it my own bowl. It looked, and it ate like a wolf who was hungry for days.

I’m a little relieved. I thought I’d put only the powder of my hair in the bowl of guesses, and the old lady warned me in advance, rather than messing with the food just in case. If she hadn’t had experience, we would have failed.

After dinner, I took guess to bed and put her to her nap. The old lady pulls all the curtains and the whole room turns black. In the dark, I saw her sneak into the house where the old man’s collection was kept, as planned.

Guess your eyes are closed. I slowly stretched my hand out to my pants, and I was about to pull it out.

“Mom, don’t you have to work this afternoon? “The eyes were opened like a machine, staring at me.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Says, “Mother’s not going anywhere, just let us guess.” I’m sorry.

Guess it’s nice to close your eyes again. I couldn’t care less, but I waited for a moment to make sure that I heard a sunk breath, so I stretched my hand out of the pocket, pulled out the stone, and put it in the heart of the guess!

In a moment, the little one was like a blood-sucking insect, deeply embedded in its flesh!

It makes a sharp scream, like an animal bite.

“Mom, what have you done? It’s biting me! It’s biting me! Get it off! Get it off! * It’s crying, it’s squealing, but its limbs are as if they were fixed and they can’t move *

When I see my daughter so painful, even though I know that it is not my real daughter, I cry with tears.

At that moment, the old lady burst in and shouted, “Now! I’m sorry.

I picked up a screaming guess, and the old lady helped me open the door and escorted me to the collection room. The curtains in the collection are also drawn, and they’re gruesome, and the collections look like teeth and claws. I saw that the woman I was sleeping with had used a kerosene lamp around some kind of formation, with a circle in between and a triangle with two wings on both sides. The lights are out.

I couldn’t look, I ran into the circle, I put my guess on the ground. The old lady rowed two matches and handed me one, and we split up and put the kerosene light at one point. Guess when I’m not ready to jump up and throw me down and bite me in the neck! I couldn’t wait to get over it and scream in pain!

Auntie, Auntie, help me!

“No,” the old lady said, “I’m not related to you, I can’t go in!” Unless…

“Unless what?” Guess at this point, it’s like a little beast! I feel like I’m about to lose it.

“Unless you invite me in!” “The old lady screamed.

“I invite you!” I yell.

Say your name! I’m sorry.

“I, Wu Chun, invite you in! I’m sorry.

And when I had not heard the word, the old lady walked out and would have taken a guess from me and pressed it on the ground and yelled, “Get the knife!” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t take care of the wound on the neck, pull out the knife and put it right in the belly!

It shuddered, screamed and scolded many times. I heard the voice of my daughter so scolding me. But its belly is thick as a rhinoceros. It’s not bleeding, it’s hard to pierce. I’m sure it’s not my daughter.

Say your wish! “The old lady says,

She didn’t warn me. I almost forgot about this. And I cried out, “Supplicate the Holy Virgin, and remove the evil, so let us guess!” I’m sorry.

I keep praying, my hands are working, my blades are getting deeper and deeper.

Guess the evil curse became a cry.

“Mom, I’m in pain. Why did you stab me?

“Mom, stop, I’m guessing!

“Mama, didn’t you promise to stay with me forever? I’m sorry.

When I heard that, I snapped and stopped moving. I feel like I just stuck my daughter to guess! What have I done to make my daughter so miserable!

“Guess, guess Mom’s wrong…” I reached out and tried to hold the baby up.

Don’t stop! Keep going! It’s lying to you! * The old lady pushed me away with her hand * Guess how painful it is to cry. I was shocked to find that its face became the face of a strange man, and in a few seconds it was switched to the other face All the faces were crying out loud.

The devil is not gone! I came back, jumped up and pressed the knife down with the old lady.

Guessing faces keep changing. Thousands of faces passed, and the last man’s face swayed, and his face became the face of the black and red devil! Its face is like a man and a beast, and its eyes are luminous in evil.

That’s the thing.

I stomped. The fruit knife came to the bottom. The thing screamed, and the sound stunned, and it went straight down. I even felt my ears were short-lived. All the lighted kerosene lights on the ground exploded and turned into powder!

I sat down exhausted. The old lady stood up and pulled the curtains.

Warm light comes in.

Who would have thought that, on such an ordinary afternoon, in a residential building in the city, a music teacher in primary school and an old lady with white hair had completed such a horrible ritual.

I suddenly found out about the fruit knife missing.

I fell down and looked, and guessed I opened my eyes!

The eyes were pure, and I knew them at once. That was my daughter.

My daughter is back!

“Mommy…” Guesss it’s like waking up from a sweet midday nap and screaming with milk.

I grabbed her and cried.

Guess what happened, and then he started crying.

The old lady came over, crouched down with us.

It’s all finally over.

8

The next day is back on track. I went to the hospital to take care of the bites on the neck, and the doctor said it wasn’t a problem, so it wouldn’t leave a scar on time. I guess the whole body was examined, and the results were not unusual. I got her a new kindergarten. Guess I love it. There’s no more strange things at home, and guess what.

Through this life and death, our family and old ladies have become closer. We have lunch and dinner together every day, and the old lady has even given me a key to her house and let me in and out.

“It’s not good…” I look at the key, and it’s hard.

“What’s wrong with that? We’ve all been through that together. “Take this. It’s hard to hear. At my age, I’m half amputated. If I fall home, you can come in and save me, right? I’m sorry.

As the old lady has said, it is difficult for me to say that I am not interested in her family’s money.

The old lady smiled and waved and told me to stop.

It’s just been a couple of days. A weekend afternoon, I took a guess to the supermarket. Guess I’m picking ice cream in the freezer, and I’m picking vegetables. And suddenly I saw far away the swindler and pushed the cart this way.

I tried to get away. I didn’t think the Goddess would find me.

“How’s the baby?” she asked, “Looks like a gruesome face.

“Okay, it’s all right. I’m not saying that.

“That’s great. I said we’ll be fine after we move! “I thought I saw your face black.

Well, what’s the deal, this woman? Sixty-six thousand won’t be a small sum. My anger came up, and I said, “No, we didn’t move. I’m sorry.

“What, you didn’t move?” I’m sorry.

“There’s nothing wrong with that house. I said:

“No way, I can’t be mistaken. She swore, “There’s definitely a problem with the house, or I won’t be able to charge you that high. I’m going to die! I’m sorry.

This woman is still talking hard! The more I started, the more sarcasticly I said, “You took 66 thousand, and you did not pay us well. An old woman from our neighbour, who took away her money, saved us both.” I’m sorry.

“What did you say? I’m sorry.

I was angry with her and briefly mentioned the ceremony of that afternoon. I’m not finished yet, and my godmother went crazy and slapped me in the face!

“You…” I was eager to fight back, but I found the goddess as pale as a great disaster.

She yelled, “Your daughter is dead! We’re all done!”

I stopped. People in the supermarkets stopped looking at them differently.

And what the Goddess would say was as if she had suddenly seen behind me, and her face had been distorted by fear, and her eyes opened wide open, as if it was going to explode.

Ghost! Ghost! She whispered.

When I turned around, I found out I heard a fight and ran to me with ice cream.

She ran out of her legs and ran straight towards the supermarket door without even bringing the things from the cart.

“Mom, who is that?” I wonder.

“A madman. * I’m squeezing, I’m wondering why the Goddess did it. *

Is this woman trying to blackmail me again?

But the fear on her face just now doesn’t look like a fake.

I was just thinking, looking at it, and suddenly I found the old lady standing in the crowd, staring at me.

Aunty, I’ll take a guess with one hand, and I’ll go to the old lady with the other hand, and you’ll buy something? I’m sorry.

“There’s no eggs at home. I’m going out. “The old lady smiled and touched the head of the guess.

“Oh, didn’t I just buy two for you yesterday? I went to the market last night after work.

The old lady just remembered, “Look at my memory, it’s old and useless.” I’m sorry.

I was busy, “What’s going on, let’s go around and buy something and go back together.” I’m sorry.

9

The next day, I was in class and guessed the new kindergarten teacher suddenly called.

“Let’s do this for ourselves. “I told the students to know that as soon as I left, the children would blow up the pot. But I can’t not answer the phone. Ever since that, I feel like I’ve got a suspicious illness and I’m afraid of having a baby.

“Sensei, what’s wrong? I walked out of the music room and I called, “Guess what happened? I’m sorry.

“No, no, guess what, Mom, don’t worry. I heard the teacher say, “I’ll take it easy.

“It’s a small thing, but I talked to the gardener and thought it would be better if you knew. I’m sorry.

“You speak. I held my breath again.

“Today our middle-class activity is painting. The theme is to draw yourself. Guess something else. I told her, “We’re going to draw ourselves today. You’re wrong. Guess she was right. She was herself. I think the kid didn’t understand, drew the wrong subject, and I was afraid I’d criticize her, so I didn’t admit I was wrong. Kids do that sometimes. I said something about her and I didn’t say anything, and the kids started crying and they said they were right. Then the gardener came and looked at the painting and thought I should contact you. It’s a small thing if it’s wrong; if it’s really me, I’m afraid the child has some psychological problems. I’m sorry.

I’m a little upset. My poor daughter was misunderstood, crying in kindergarten, and they siped back and said my daughter had a mental problem! I said, “It is common for children to have a rich imagination and to paint images of all kinds. You, as a teacher, do not guide but criticize, and now you pour on our children’s dirty water.” I’m sorry.

The teacher on the other side of the phone was clearly panicking: “Guess Mom, no, the picture is really weird.”

“What’s so strange?”

“I don’t know. I’ll send you the painting. The phone went off.

I was so angry that I was trying to put my phone back in my pocket and go back to my classroom, and I heard the cell phone ding.

I got a picture.

I’ll light it up and run like hell.

On the screen, a man with a golden symbol in his red and black eyes and on his forehead is smiling at me.

What’s going on? Isn’t this thing being driven away by me and the old lady?

I went back to the classroom with my heart. I didn’t even think about it in the second half of the class, and I made the students sing a few times. I came to the conclusion that it might have been a shock in the last incident, leaving a psychological shadow. It’s been a long time. Maybe it’s over.

I pushed the door and got scared by the bloody scene. The man in the red and black room is crouching in my living room, holding his hands like the claws of an animal and eating!

“No! No! I went over there and I beat him with my whole body, “Let go! Let go of my baby! I’m sorry.

With my shock, the child’s head fell out of a man’s arms and grunted on the ground.

The man reached out with a claw and put a hand on my shoulder, and I flew out and fell on the floor.

“Aah! * And I cried out with my heart to pieces and sweated from the bed *

When I heard the crying, I felt it. I had a nightmare. I think it’s daytime to hear the kindergarten teacher say something about a self-portrait. I held my daughter, who was scared by my screams, softly consoling, “I’m sorry, baby, my mother was dreaming, and I scared you. I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt a sting on my shoulder, stretching out my hand, wet and sticky.

I dropped the kid and turned on the light in the room.

It’s blood.

The nightgown on my shoulder has been cut and there’s a bloody scratch on my skin.

I turned my head, and there was a blooded claw on the white sheets.

10

In the middle of the night, I knocked madly on the door of the old lady’s house. I’m sorry.

The door is open. The old lady in her pyjamas, she’s looking at me like shit.

What happened?

I couldn’t take care of the shoulder wound and dragged the old lady into my bedroom. Guess that’s crying all over the place.

Clean and clean sheets. Nothing.

I ran over and lifted the bed and checked it over and over again.

The claw mark disappeared.

Is it me?

“Aunt, it just happened…” I said urgently.

“Not yet. The old lady told me to calm down and pointed at the injury on my shoulder, “Let’s go to the emergency. I’ll take a guess. We’ll think about it later. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

The wound was not deep, nor was it toxic. The nurse gave me some medicine, wrapped it up, and let me go. I went to the hospital door and looked at the flower jar with some concern. Nothing.

I remember the day before yesterday at the supermarket, and I thought, “Oh, my God. I pulled out my phone and it was 1:15 in the morning. Knowing the timing was not right, I still called the Goddess.

The bell was ringing for a long time and the other side finally answered.

“I’ll give you a thousand bucks,” and I said, “You tell me, what did you see on my daughter the other day? I’m sorry.

They were silent for a while.

“A black and red devil,” she said, “in her body. I’ve never been in touch with a ghost like that. I’m sorry.

I took a breath of air.

“Help me.” I beg.

“I helped you once! You didn’t listen. “It’s you who’s stupid! You gave your daughter! I’m sorry.

When I heard that, I was scared.

“Please, I’ll cry without a word.” “Master, help me.” You want me to do anything. I’m sorry.

The other one whispered for a while.

“I want 300,000. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I called out and cried. “Master, I don’t have that kind of money! After all these years, I didn’t even have that much left of my own. I’m sorry.

“Then forget it. “But I’ll give you a word of advice.”

“Whoever told you about this ritual, she’s definitely not comfortable. I’m sorry.

Before I got home, I was in the mood and I wiped my tears. I have established that evil things still do not leave my house. I can’t fully trust the Goddess. She’s too obvious. But listen to her, I have doubts about the old lady.

I decided to keep my voice shut, hold on to the old lady and guess, trade with the godmother in secret. This time, I’m not gonna hit her and I’m gonna give her the money once and for all. She helped me a little, I paid a little.

Old lady opened the door for me. She seems to have been waiting for me. She pointed to the bedroom, indicating that she was asleep, and then she asked, “How’s the wound? “That face of concern doesn’t look like a fake.

“It’s nothing big,” I said, “I had a dream at night about a monster riding on my shoulder to suck blood, and it was like this. I’m sorry.

“You’ve been tired and scared lately.” I’m sorry.

I’ll let the old lady get some rest and talk to you tomorrow. When I heard the door close, I pulled out my cell phone and sent a message to my godmother: “Maestro, I’ll give you another thousand. Can you show me a picture of the room where we were doing the ritual? I’m sorry.

The message passed, and I wondered if the godmother was sleeping again. I didn’t expect the cell phone to ring soon.

The answer is just one word: “Okay.” I’m sorry.

I went to that room, pushed the door, turned on the light. After the ceremony, I and the old lady cleaned the house and cleaned all the kerosene lamps on the ground. There were still some collections and lamps that were not in use at the time, although many were empty.

I picked up my phone, took a picture and sent it to the Goddess.

“Look on the wall! I’m sorry.

I was nervous about looking at the wall. There’s only the old man’s paintings on the wall.

“What happened to the wall? I’m coming back fast.

The chat box shows “The other side is entering”.

“The words on the wall! That’s the symbol! I’m sorry.

I was creepy when the news came out.

And then the old lady’s voice came out of my back!

“Girl, what are you doing?”

I turned around, and I put my phone behind my back, and I said, “It’s all right. I’m sorry.

As the landlord and my friend, she has the keys to my house. What’s weird is that she just came into my house silently, without my knowledge.

The old lady said, “I see you’re in shock. I’ll bring you eggs and water. I’m sorry.

When I saw her, she did carry a bowl of egg water.

I’m a little relieved. The matter remains open, and there is no need to suspect one’s own people because of her three words. I’m all alone and this old man is my biggest helper until now. Besides, I have nothing against her and she has no reason to hurt me.

I took the bowl, siped it and said, “Thank you, Aunt. I’m sorry.

During the day, I called the Goddess at the office. I said I didn’t have that kind of money at the moment, but I was willing to pay for that in instalments. As long as she wants to dial me, I’ll call her on time.

She sounded a little upset, but she agreed.

“You know, I wish you well now. Because we’re on a rope. I’m sorry.

“Master, I tell you everything. I hope you’ll tell me what’s going on. I’m sorry.

And she cried, and said, “I can’t see through it, even if it is true.” The ghost you met was very, very powerful, and I couldn’t tell what it was. But some of the basic doors, I can still determine. I’m sorry.

“You speak. I’m shaking.

“First of all, there is a difference between the sun and the sun, and the ghost cannot simply be attached to a human being. So I deduced that it was just sneaking around, scaring your kid and manipulating her to do something weird.

“As you say, your children were nothing more than gruesome and gruesome, and there was nothing particularly excessive. She even knows it’s uncle’s food, can paint his face. She could tell it wasn’t herself.

“If you move back then, there will be nothing left, because the ghost will never find the host and the power will grow weaker. “But you didn’t. I’m sorry.

“And even worse, you listen to the traitor and set up an altar of your own, and you give the child’s body away.

“It’s kind of a balk, I don’t know yet. The writing on the wall, it looks like it’s the real killer, but I can’t crack it at all. That day at the supermarket, I knew that the ritual was a trick, but it was the hair.

“No Orthodox Church uses its hair in rituals. Hair can be eerie. All three of you ate your hair, and your souls were bound together.

“Where did you go that day? I’m sorry.

I cried, “I don’t know, it seemed like the statue disappeared after the ceremony, and I didn’t notice it. I’m sorry.

“I assume the devil’s body is hidden in this image. When you took the knife, the baby sucked into the baby’s flesh. I’m sorry.

The more I listen, the more I believe, the more I say, “Maestro, is my daughter still alive?” Where’s her soul? I’m sorry.

She said, “I think her spirit should still be in her own body, just to let the ghost take away the power of the body. All ghosts are weak, but I don’t know yet. I need to ask my master. I’m sorry.

“What should I do now? I can’t cry.

“What you need to do now is find out what your neighbor is. One possibility is that she is a human being, has a symbiotic relationship with a ghost, is raising a ghost, or is a ghost believer. Whatever the relationship, as long as she’s human, she’s just like us. Another, more troublesome, probably, is that she’s a ghost. But I don’t think it’s possible because ghosts don’t like working with us. It is true that low-level kids like to roll out, but this time the ghosts are too sophisticated to be with or to cover each other. I’m sorry.

“How can I know she’s a ghost? I asked, “Yes, you can see it! I’ll ask her out, will you? I’m sorry.

“Oh, you’re asking me to die. “We have a great risk in doing our business, and we feel something that’s not clean, and something that’s not clean must feel us.” I’m trying to help you with my life. I’m sorry.

Good Master, I softened my tone, “What do you say I do?” I’m sorry.

He was silent and said, “Isn’t it just noon?” You go buy a weed and hang on the door. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

I bought a weed, hung up on my door, got a power supply and installed a small wireless surveillance camera in front of my door. Wireless surveillance is too reliant on the network, but I can’t afford to hire people to line, which is too much. I have repeatedly confirmed that this camera is easily ignored if you do not look closely.

At the office, I turned on video surveillance software on the phone, and called the old lady’s phone on the school phone: “Aunt, I forgot to bring a file to work today, I didn’t know if I left the car or left home.” Can you come to my house and look for me, blue leather? I’m sorry.

The old lady agreed without hesitation.

I hung up on the phone and I watched the surveillance video on the phone.

Soon the old lady came out.

She came to my door and saw the weed hanging on the door.

She went left and wanted to open the door.

But her hand stopped halfway through.

She turned and went right again.

She stopped on the right side of the door for a while, and she went left again.

Stop again.

I see.

She can’t get in.

At that point, the old lady suddenly turned her back on the security video, and he turned her head back, like she was bending to the back of her neck, looking straight in the direction of the surveillance video!

I was scared a few steps back, knowing I was watching.

The old lady looked at it for a few seconds, and his head was up and he went outside the surveillance.

I don’t have a soul, breathe.

This old lady, it’s a ghost.

I’ll call the godmother right away to update her.

She listened and was surprised: “This is the most difficult situation, beyond my expectations. I need to teach my master immediately. I’m sorry.

“Please contact your teacher! I was anxious to say,

“But I can’t find her empty-handed. We have rules, ask the master questions, we have to pay. Give me $200,000. I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry to cry, “Sir, I’ll call you sister. I really don’t have that much money. I’m sorry.

“Do you want money or kids? She asks:

“You believe me, I can’t get it out. I’m sorry.

“What do you have now? I’m sorry.

“100 thousand. I’m telling the truth.

“Then you turn 100,000 first. “The godmother died when she said it.

I was in a hurry to turn around and then I turned the money around.

Just guess what it takes to get through this, and I can make money. Better a rich man than a dead man!

The money’s gone. I was just trying to dial the godmother again, and a phone came in.

Ms. Wu?

“Yes…”

“Go home. Your house is on fire. I’m sorry.

As soon as I came to the door, I knew that it would burn. The police stated that it was I who had taken off the power supply at the door, fortunately not burned down, but only the camera, part of the wall, the door to my house, and – the weed hanging on the door.

Old lady with her hands in her arms, looking at me in the shadows.

I was afraid to say to her that I would pay for the loss of her house.

The old lady came over and hugged me and said, “It’s fine. I’m sorry.

When she held me, I shivered unconsciously. I hope she doesn’t.

Fortunately, I didn’t get nothing either.

I know now, she’s afraid of weed.

That’s when the phone rings. I know it’s the Goddess’s eyes, and I said, “I’ve got things to take care of me,” and I ran away. It was made clear that no one would eavesdrop, so I answered the phone. I’m sorry.

“She asked if you had a contract with an old lady? I’m sorry.

I stood. I’ve been too focused on rituals and guessing about all the manifestations, and I’ve ignored that.

“There it is. She can’t help you without your own appointment. All you have to do now is sneak the contract and burn it. Destroying this deal, she loses the key to harming you. I’m sorry.

“How can I find her? I don’t know where she’ll put it.”

“It’s up to you. Your own cause, you have to solve it yourself. She said:

“Well, did you say anything else? I’m sorry.

“Speaker Kim, you can’t just talk, or you’ll ruin her old work. But don’t worry, Master will help you if he collects your contributions. You just do it, don’t talk. I’m sorry.

I hung up on the phone, and I thought for a while, and I thought about it.

I’m home, the police and the fire alarm are gone. I said to the old lady, “Hello, auntie, today’s fire is not so big, but it’s going to have to be cleaned up and smelled, and I’ll guess if I can stay at your house for one night.” I’m sorry.

As I expected, the old lady immediately agreed.

That night, I picked up a guess from kindergarten and stayed at the old lady’s house. The house is two-room, one-bedroom, one-room collection and one-bedroom room for the old lady. This evening, me and guess in the guest room’s little bed. Guess when I sleep at 9:00, I sit by my bed and pretend to read, and I actually follow the old lady in the living room. The old lady saw the TV and came in at 10:00.

I heard the old lady close the bedroom door and I checked and guessed if she was asleep. After the ceremony, guess what’s wrong with her. I can’t tell if she’s been replaced. But be careful.

I’m sure I’ve gone to sleep before I crawled out of bed and searched in the guest room. The document was not found, but, as I expected, the old lady would not have kept important documents in the guest room.

The search for the guest room ended, and I opened the door gently and slipped into the living room. After these days, I feel stronger and more bold.

I knew there wouldn’t be one in the living room, but I did. Took a few breaths, and I broke the door to the old lady’s bedroom.

In the darkness, We can easily identify the old woman in bed. I leaned down, and I tried to see if the old lady was asleep.

My wrist has been gripped by old ladies’ dead hands!

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

I’m scared, but I’ve given you the excuse I’ve been thinking about: “Aunt, I’ll cover you up.” I’m sorry.

“Good girl, just take a guess, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry.

“The elderly are the most vulnerable to cooling. * And I said, and I moved towards the door *

That night, I was afraid to do anything else.

There’s only another chance.

I didn’t think it would be the next day.

At breakfast, the old lady told me she was going to the insurance company this morning to talk about the insurance, and I’m afraid it’s too late to cook for guesses.

I said, “It’s okay. I’ll be back early for dinner.” It’s dark.

What an opportunity.

Having breakfast, I sent guesses to kindergarten and went straight home. I had no class this morning, and I deliberately did not consult the leadership, but told my colleagues that my home had been in a fire yesterday and that if the leader asked, I would let my colleagues handle it. I knocked on the old lady’s door a few times, and nobody answered. That’s why I opened the door with the keys the old lady gave me. She wasn’t there. Even if she is, I have an excuse. I deliberately left my identity card in the guest room before I left, and if I ran into someone, I said I would come back for it.

I walked into the old lady’s bedroom and searched.

The old lady’s life is simple, not much furniture. Not in the closet, not in the desk. It’s been 20 minutes since I saw it.

I opened the nightstand and found a lot of wallets and paper clips. I opened a wallet with bank balances and several bank cards. I opened another paper clip, a photo album with photographs of the old lady and a photo of her and her husband.

I feel like the old man looks familiar, like he’s seen it somewhere.

Anyway, the most important thing is to find a document.

I looked for a few more wallets, and finally, in the guts of a black wallet, I found the handwriting of my blood.

I stood up with excitement and suddenly heard the door locks turn!

12

Why is she back so soon?

I’m an enthusiast, I’m in the nightstand, I’m in my pocket, I’m in the living room.

It’s too late to hide or run.

The door is open. I’m glad to see the old lady behind me with a young man.

“Why are you here? Didn’t you go to work? “The old lady asks so much.

“I… I think I left my I.D. right here. I explained two words: “What is this?” I’m sorry.

“It’s an insurance company salesman, and I told him that when he said he didn’t need me, he came over. I picked him up at the gate. I’m sorry.

The young man laughed so loudly, “Yes, it is. I’m sorry.

Too close! I thought. It is imperative that we get out of here and burn down the script.

The salesman and the old lady sat on the couch in the living room and talked, and I went into the guest room that I had been resting yesterday and pretended to look for it for a while and said, “Here it is! I’m sorry.

I walked out of the guest room with my identity card, and I said to the old lady, “Aunt, I’ll go first. I hope my own performance will not be too much.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Why don’t you sit down and help me with the staff? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t get away with it, so I sat down and listened to the salesman promoting the program: Auntie, it’s not very important to buy life insurance. “The old lady asks a few questions from time to time, and seems to have one thing to do with life. This conversation will not end until noon.

The clerk stood up from the sofa: “I’m leaving, auntie, and you’ll call me when you’re ready. I’m sorry.

The old lady said, “Son, I’ll take you…”

I look at the opportunity and I say, “Lunny, take a break. I’ll take it. I’m sorry.

“Let’s give it to the old lady,” and I was so busy saying, “No, I went to kindergarten to take a guess. You’ll cook for us at home.” I’m sorry.

That’s the old lady. I followed the salesman down the stairs and followed him to the front door. The salesman said, “This is it, sister. Don’t send it. “I insist on sending it to the boys to be flattered. Of course I’m not for him. I have to find a safe place.

When I got to the front of the neighborhood, I said, “You smoke, boy? I’m sorry.

“Huh? The young insurance workers were caught by surprise.

“Can I borrow a light?”

I looked at the writings of the fire and turned them into ashes.

The words are gone, the old lady’s rituals are all missing.

On the way to kindergarten to take a guess, I was passing by the stationery store where the old lady bought the mud. Mindful of the recent reform of the school to reward good-performing students with red flowers, I decided to buy a box of mud.

“Boss, a box of mud. I went into the stationery store.

“None. “The boss smoked and watched TV without looking at me.

“Sold out? I asked.

“We never sell mud in our store. “The boss finally looked at me and threw up a cigarette ring.

Coming out of the stationery store, the clues in my head are getting clearer.

The old lady told me she’d exorcise.

Guess you came back from her house with a picture of an inexplicable doll.

Guess I sucked my finger, the wound couldn’t coagulate.

The old lady took me to study. It’s like it’s just going to show me that page. Maybe it was deliberately caught.

The old lady took me to the flower pot in front of the hospital and led me to the gravel.

Who knows if she put it on her own?

The old lady lured me into writing and was ready for the mud.

The old lady told me to put the powder in everyone’s food.

The old lady forced me to invite her into that light.

During the ceremony, I was soft, and the old lady wouldn’t let me stop.

Ma’am, that’s what started this!

What is her purpose?

That’s when my phone rings.

It’s the friend who contacted me.

“Hello?” I picked it up.

“I heard your colleague said your house was on fire, all right? I’m sorry.

He’s my college classmate, Chinese, and now teaches in the same primary school as me. He’s already head of the language group.

“All right. I said:

He insisted on seeing me tonight. I couldn’t help but say yes.

When friends arrived at night, they brought several fruits, a box of milk and toys for guess. I looked at the fruit, and I loved it.

When he went to college, he pursued me, but his parents didn’t like me. After graduation, we were married and had no contact. After my husband died, he came to mourn and from time to time helped me. I know in my heart that he does this, that his wife doesn’t know, and that’s why he’s always pushing. I asked him to introduce my godmother. I’m not saying he’s still interested in me, but I think it’s not a good thing that he’s involved too much.

We had a little chat, guess what. I took my friend to the room and showed him the room where the collection was stored. He didn’t say anything.

Walked into the bedroom and he saw the piano.

“I remember that we had a Renaissance show in our second year, and you wore a white dress and played “The Prayer of Girls.” He says:

I laughed and didn’t answer.

“Does my daughter now follow you in the piano?” he asked.

“Yeah. I said:

“Guess,” the friend screams, “Come here, show Uncle a little bit, show Uncle who you play well with. I’m sorry.

“She doesn’t practice, she plays badly. I said: But since my friend brought it up, I called in my guess.

“Play Uncle one. I’m sorry.

I thought I’d play Little Star or Happy Birthday.

I can’t imagine that “The Prayer of Girls” came out of this old piano.

A friend looked at the thin and flexible fingers flipping over the key and screamed with surprise: “It’s your daughter! What a musical child! I saw your shadow! I’m sorry.

I’m like I’m stuck. I can’t move.

My daughter’s level I know.

She can’t play “Girls’ Prayer”.

I suddenly remembered where I met the old lady’s husband.

That was the ceremony, and I put a knife through the body of the guess, and the last man’s face before I saw the man with the red and black face.

I figured it out.

The old lady’s husband died in the hospital.

Old lady’s husband, left this piano.

The old lady traded her husband’s soul from her dead body to my daughter!

I’m going to take my friends away and call the Goddess immediately.

“I’m afraid your wife is waiting for you.” I said to my friend, “I’ll give you a ride. I’m sorry.

“Good. My friend looked at me deeply and promised.

I was in the neighborhood with my friends, and neither of them spoke. Suddenly, my friend grabbed my wrist.

I panicked and tried to avoid it, but my friends handed me an envelope.

It’s money.

“Take it. Not much. Buy the kids some food. I’m sorry.

I strongly refuse.

“I’m sorry. He’s down. And I thought that he was about to mention the past, but he tried to stop it, and he said: I did not know that she was a liar. I’m sorry.

“What?” I’m surprised.

“You didn’t know she was a liar? “My friends are a little surprised, too.

“What’s going on?” I said.

“A student in my class, whose father was a cop, learned to speak to me this morning, saying that the witch had disappeared, that she had run away with money, that a lot of people had reported…”

I cannot speak out of shock.

“I’m sorry, Squirt. You asked me that I was asking around and asking about this guy and I didn’t think she was a liar. How much did she lie to you?”

I bend down, breathe, my friends come around and slap my back.

“When. “When did she run away?” I’m sorry.

“About three days ago, someone reported it. I’m sorry.

Three days ago. It was the day I met her at the supermarket.

That means she ran away after she met me at the supermarket.

She’s gone. I’m still sending her money?

I almost fainted.

Friends comforted me for a while and stuffed the money into my hands. This time, I didn’t push.

I asked my friend to let me know when he heard from me, to see him leave and then to call my godmother again.

It’s working.

“Are you a liar? I know it’s stupid to ask, but I really don’t know how to express my anger at this moment.

“What did you hear? “The godmother didn’t ask nicely.

“Someone said you ran away with money. I’m cold.

“Ha ha ha! “I did run away.” I’m sorry.

“You! “I am ashamed to speak.

“But it’s not a run, or I won’t take your call. “I can’t believe it makes sense.

“Look, I knew it was after me that day at the supermarket against the devil. I’m not running. Are you waiting for him to come to me? I’m sorry.

I think there’s some reason to be silent.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you for money anymore. I’ll help you get rid of this before I get home. Besides, you don’t have anyone else to trust now, do you? I’m sorry.

The last sentence hit me on the soft side. I decided to trust her again.

I told her about the progress and discovery of today: “I guess the old lady is replacing her dead husband’s soul with my daughter.” Her next plan, perhaps, is to trade her soul for me before she dies. So they can change their bodies and live. I’m sorry.

“Not a dead soul,” the godmother denied, “the soul of a common man is so weak that it cannot be so long or so powerful. Moreover, the old man’s soul must be the same as he was before, not suddenly turning into a black and red monster. The monster must be a ghost. I’ll bet my life on it. I’m sorry.

“You said a ghost needs a host. Is that a ghost couple who wants to find a new host after the physical death of the current host? I continue to speculate.

“It is possible. “But ghosts are different from people — they don’t have love and affection. Ghosts only bully, not unite. If a ghost can do this to keep another ghost alive, they are not ghosts. I’m sorry.

I grunted softly at the bottom of my heart. At that point, she was still reluctant to admit that she had erred.

“In any case, be careful not to let the old lady take advantage of your body. I’ll look into the ghost’s history and how the ritual was broken, and I’ll let you know as soon as I get something. I’m sorry.

I keep reminding her to hurry before she hangs up.

I’m headed home, and my phone rings again.

I picked it up.

“Is it easy for you to talk now, Squirt? “There’s something wrong with friends’ voices.

After hearing my affirmative answer, he continued, “Sit down and listen to me.” I’m sorry.

“All right, you say it. I’m sorry.

I heard him swallowing water: “I called the police father of the student and asked about her.” He said he’d found someone. I’m sorry.

“Find it?” I’m crying out.

“Yeah. When they found her, someone was dead. I’m sorry.

Dead?

“Yeah. Don’t be afraid. He states that the man was found on the hill and that while the forest ranger was watching, he saw a body in the grass, which had been torn by the beast. The police preliminarily concluded that she had escaped to the mountains and was attacked by beasts. I’m sorry.

I feel like I can’t breathe.

“When did man die?” I’m shaking and asking.

“Three nights ago, around 12 o’clock. In other words, the day she ran off, she was killed. I’m sorry.

I fainted.

13

When I opened my eyes, I looked at the old lady.

“Wake up! She says:

I just found out I was lying in my old lady’s guest room.

When I heard the old lady scream, my friend came in from the living room.

How are you? He asks with concern, “I heard a sudden silence on the phone, so hurry back and find you. You scared the shit out of me! I’m sorry.

“You have a fever and a night’s sleep, thanks to the young man who brought you back here,” the old lady told me, “I put my guess to bed last night and sent it to kindergarten this morning, so don’t worry.

I looked at her. The face is sweet, the temperature of words and the beauty of the eyes. If you’re a good-looking old man, you’ll get close to anyone.

But she’s a ghost.

“You’ve been working too hard lately. “Then rest, I’ll go and see you later…”

The old lady noded at him, and said “thank you” in her mouth, and he saw it coming. I was as if the drowning man was being pulled off the last log he could catch and shouted, “Don’t go!” I’m sorry.

I saw a friend with a surprise and shame.

If the old lady looks at me with some thought, she says, “You two really know each other.” I’m sorry.

My friend was woken up, and he said, “Aunt, we’re friends, friends for years, colleagues, college students…”

“It’s late, you’re late, and the old lady smiles, “Is your family in a hurry? I’m sorry.

My friend stuttered and said to me, “I’m going to go first and I’ll be in touch. “I’m not going back and I’m not going back.”

It’s just me and the old lady.

“He treats you well. “The old lady said so much, coming to me in bed, reaching out with a dead tree.

My heart is dead, not even running away.

Let her kill me. Kill me and it’s all over.

And his hand fell gently upon my forehead.

“The fever’s gone. I’m sorry.

I turned my head, and avoided her hand, and stood up, and didn’t look at her, and I said, ” Aunt, I’m going back.” I’m sorry.

“Okay, take care of yourself. I’m sorry.

I walked out of my old lady’s house and I didn’t go back to my own house.

I’ll jump from there.

I guessed.

She’s dead, too.

No one can help me now.

Madam, I can’t beat you.

But I won’t let you get my body.

I was standing on the roof, and I took a deep breath, and I was on my way.

Cell phone rings.

I’m afraid the leader called and asked me why I didn’t go to work.

My heart is cold to the extreme.

Even if you’re dying, the leader will force you to work.

I pulled out my cell phone, I was trying to throw it from upstairs, but I saw the name on it, not the name of the leader.

The call shows “Quick Delivery.”

I haven’t bought anything lately.

Curiosity put me on the phone.

Ms. Wu, are you home? There’s your delivery. I’m sorry.

I was silent for a few seconds.

“In. I’m going down to get it. I’m sorry.

I signed for the delivery. The parcel was small, in a column form, and the sender ‘ s information was hidden. I took it home, and I removed the entangled wrapping paper.

I was surprised when that thing fell out.

It’s a knife. And the blades and blades are carved with turbans, like a moving snake.

I pulled the knife out. Wandering, sharp at first glance.

What, this guy knows I’m going to die, and he’s ready for me?

All of a sudden, I found one of the wrapping papers in a beautiful color. It looks like a painting.

I put the knife down, spread the paper, stung it.

It’s a printed painting, like a statue of the gods on the walls of the house. But it’s not about Gyeong-gwan, the money god.

The man had his hands on the ground, his head and fur were black and red, his forehead was marked with gold, his mouth was open and his mouth was full of teeth, and his yellow eyes were staring at me through paper. It’s got a gorgeous woman on its back and on its lap. Her chest and stomach were disproportionate as if something was going to explode. Women’s faces were all blacked out and five officials were singled out with white lines, which seemed different from the rest of the picture.

On top of the painting there are five words: “The Statue of the Mother of the Thousand Hands.”

I reacted.

It’s a painting of the woman in the statue!

The difference is that the Virgin Mary has no hand.

I put it up, I looked through it, I found it behind me and I wrote it!

Wu. I’m sorry.

Seeing this up, I can’t chill out.

It’s from the Goddess!

“I don’t know if you can see this letter, or if I was dead when you saw it. And when I ran into it in the supermarket, We knew that it would not be long. But if I could send this letter, you and the kids might still be alive. I’m sorry.

I have a chance with the baby! The flame of hope rekindles in my heart. I’m going down.

“My first reaction is, it’s a ghost. But for a ghost, it seems too violent.

“I ran out of the supermarket and consulted with my colleagues to find out it wasn’t a ghost. I’m sorry.

“It is God. I’m sorry.

God!

“It is called the Face of Man, a beast of God, the ride of the Virgin Mother of a thousand hands. A tiger’s claws, like a young child, are brutal and greedy, but have little purpose. It only obeys its master, the Mother of Thousand Hands. I’m sorry.

In other words, it’s the Mother of thousands!

I hate my thighs and my nails go to the meat.

“The Virgin Mother of a thousand hands is himself a god, but it is getting smaller and smaller, and to this day no one knows.” For a long time, she has not been offered or sacrificed, and has had to lie on her own. She selects vulnerable groups, such as young and old women and children, who are weak, and first lets her ride to harass, then deceiving each other in a step of the way. God can kill any man, but he can eat, only the offerings of others.

“When she has achieved it, she will enter your body in place of you, and will eat you from within and from outside.

“Now that’s what your daughter is like. You gave her to the guillotine. If you don’t get rid of it now, your daughter will be empty. I’m sorry.

It became clear to me that on the day of the ceremony, a face I saw on my daughter was a victim of a human face.

I’m afraid that’s how the neighbor died.

“The Virgin Mary is certainly near to you, as it is on your daughter.” I guess she’s after you. I’m sorry.

I feel asphyxiated.

The Virgin must be on the old lady.

The old lady is about to be empty, so she’s looking for a new sacrifice.

“It is fortunate that the Holy Virgin wants nothing but tribute, and not necessarily you and your daughter.”

“First of all, you have to burn your contract with the Virgin. I’m sorry.

I’ve finished this step.

“I have an ancestral knife to pierce the body of any demon. But it’s useless to fight hard, even if you can stab the Virgin with this knife, and you can’t kill her with human strength.

“You have two options.

“First of all, find you and your daughter a couple of surrogates. I’m sorry.

How does this work?

“Bring them together with the Virgin Mary, or deceive them or force them to perform the same ritual.” Blood lines, hair feeding, lights off, oil lamps or candles, and then pray that you offer them to the Virgin Mary, who is invited to join. The Virgin will discover your intentions, but she will cooperate with you. Because all she wants is a sacrifice. She doesn’t care who.

“If you do this, you’ll be a saint to the Virgin. These two are clean. The Virgin will keep sending you new ones.

“Second, no one will come to buy you a pig and a sheep as you and your daughter. This is more risky, because the Virgin is not too happy with such a sacrifice. So you have to make her agree.

“You have to stab your daughter with this knife.” Don’t worry, she won’t die. Once the Virgin dies, she will live. Smuggle the Virgin to her, surround her with weed and keep her out. If you read her real name, she’ll stay and listen to your prayers. You say, “You are the faithful of the Holy Virgin, and offer her pigs and sheep, and bless you and your daughter with peace.” Prepare a new transcript, and then cut her finger with this knife, so that she presses her hand. She won’t agree easily, but if she doesn’t agree, you keep praying and don’t let her go until she agrees to your terms.

“When she presses her hand, you pretend to remove the weed, and you put this knife in her belly! Quick, steady, steady! That’s the only way to really destroy her! Otherwise, she’ll turn her face over after you and your daughter!

“You don’t have much time, I’m afraid. Good luck, sister. I’m sorry.

I was staring at this paper.

The second approach is too difficult, and every step is likely to happen.

But the first way is to hurt people.

It’s been a while since I pulled out my phone and called my friend.

“Hey, yeah, I’m better. I said to the phone, “Are you free for dinner at my house tomorrow night? I want to thank you in person. Please take your wife with you. I’m sorry.

14

It’s a drug, a rope, a knife, a piece of paper that’s willing to look after a neighbor’s wife for the rest of her life. The writings were hung in the living room. When they come in, I’ll pick up their coats and look for hair. They may not take their coats off, they may be clean and they can’t find anything on them. Well, it’s only in the tea or the drink.

When they fall, I’ll tie them up, pull out the hair of two people and burn them into a good chicken soup. It’ll take an hour. In the meantime, I’ll turn off the toplights in the living room, set the kerosene lights, light them up, and the rest of the collection will be enough. When they wake up, I will threaten them with the lives of both of them and will have them sign their hands, or if they fail, I will blackmail them with the lives of their sons.

In fact, it’s safer for them to bring their children together, and the children are on the scene, and better to make chips. But I still can’t stand it. Bring the child, even if I didn’t mean to hurt him, the Virgin would not let the cooked duck fly away.

And when they press their handprints, I will call the Virgin, and finish the final part of the ritual.

Friend, I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d do anything like that, but I couldn’t help it.

As parents, you understand, don’t you?

I won’t hurt your son.

Unless necessary.

I’m working on the details while I’m working on the new hens and I’m going to make chicken soup early.

And then the phone rings again.

Friends.

“He won’t say he can’t come.” I’m sorry.

The sound of a friend sounds very exciting. “There’s room in the teacher’s apartment, you didn’t apply for it before. I’m in a relationship this time. I’m sorry.

I pulled the hair out of my hand and stopped.

And my friend saw if I answered, and he continued, “Be prepared. If you can do so, you and guess not to go to the rental room.” I’m sorry.

He’s probably the last person in the world to help me out.

I suddenly realized that.

If I do this to him, I will turn my back on my family and I will not see anyone.

Didn’t she say that even after this time, the Virgin would come to me for a new man?

Who was I supposed to find at that time?

In the end, I’m afraid I can’t find a new sacrifice, and it’s still me and guess.

So I can’t do it.

“Thank you. I said, “I was actually trying to call you. I’m sorry.

Oh, what’s wrong?

“I’m suddenly having a thing tomorrow night, can’t we cancel the dinner first, later? I’m sorry.

When I hang up the phone, my heart becomes more certain.

I can only choose the second way.

I bought a pig and a sheep with the money my friends gave me.

The second approach would succeed only once and would not allow any error.

I’ve planned countless exercises in my heart, but I still feel hopeless.

I’ve only got one score so far, and I’ve burned down the words I made with the old lady.

Maybe, with a helper, it would be better.

I dialed a friend’s number again.

“In fact, I want to ask you a favor tomorrow night. I’m sorry.

There’s a man on the side, better than me.

Say, “Sigh, speak.” And the voice of a friend is low and firm: “Beware that you may come to me whenever you have difficulty. I’m sorry.

My throat was sore that I was trying to tell him and tell him what had happened to me recently, and the phone was suddenly screaming.

“You shameless bitch! “My friend’s wife took the phone and yelled, “I said he didn’t come home that night, right? How much do you want from him? I’m sorry.

“You crazy bitch, what are you doing? “My friend’s voice is clearly panicking, and two people seem to have taken it.” I’ll talk to you later! I’m sorry.

The call’s off.

I know, I’m on my own.

I wrote a long e-mail to a friend, writing everything that happened recently, setting a time frame. If I succeed tomorrow night, cancel sending as if nothing had happened. If I die, I need someone to know what’s going on.

15

The next night I took a guess home. She saw a pile of junk piled up at the door of her house on the stairs.

“Mom packed up all the things she didn’t want at home and threw them at the door. I explained, “Come on, Mom, take you inside. I’m sorry.

She can’t get past this.

I’ll pick up the guess, screw it up, run in as fast as I can, put the door on!

It immediately noticed.

I’ve got a lap of weed in the door, and it’s full inside.

“Mom, what is this? It’s a little shaking, but still pretending.

“Guess it was made for you by my mother,” I said softly, “a knife from her pocket, pierced into her body!”

“Do you like it?”

It’s not a big knife, but it’s a big one. The intestines and the intestines flow down from his abdomen, like a soup bag torn open.

It didn’t even hum. It died when it arrived.

I didn’t mean to hurt my daughter’s body, but I didn’t expect the knife to be so powerful.

I have one more point in my heart, putting my daughter’s body in front of the living room in front of the door, scrubbing the blood on the knife and on the ground, then removing pigs and sheep from the kitchen, and guessing and releasing it on the ground.

I’m afraid the old lady will notice the smell of weed before she comes in.

I took the kerosene lamp out and put it on the floor.

What happened last time? One circle, two triangles next?

After all this, I turned off all the lights in the room, stood on the side of the door and called the old lady.

Auntie, are you home? I pretended to be in a hurry, “I’m outside, calling home, no answer. Can you come in and see if something’s wrong at home? I’m sorry.

The old lady promised.

In a little while, I heard the key spinning.

The door is open.

She’s coming in!

I reached out and shut the door.

Got it!

In the dark, I started to light the kerosene lamps on the ground with a lighter.

With the light of the kerosene, the old lady saw the blood in the living room.

“This is… this is…”

She tried to run over, but she suddenly stopped.

That’s why she noticed a circle of weeds.

Turning around, she tried to go out through the door and found it full of weeds.

“What’s going on? She was staring at me and questioning.

“This is to welcome you,” and I watched it with courage, “The Mother of Thousand Hands.” I’m sorry.

When I called out that name, her body was fixed and she couldn’t move!

I was pleased to see that her face was filled with horror and fear. It’s the first time I’ve seen that look on my old lady’s face.

I felt the pleasure of revenge.

“The Virgin Mother of a thousand hands, I am your faithful. I invited you here today for your sacrifice. I said I pointed the pig and the sheep on the finger and had the light in my hand.

When the last light was lit, I kneeled by the corpse of my guess, and put my hands together with ten: “I offer you my sincere offering, and I hope you will accept my gift and take this pig and this sheep.” I’m sorry.

I kept talking, and the old lady wouldn’t move.

“So, you said yes? “I took out the new script I had prepared, which says that the Virgin Mother of thousands of hands would accept my pigs and my sheep and let me and my daughter go. I put my handprint on it with blood, and the other hand held the knife in the pocket in secret.

I stopped praying, and the old lady started talking.

“You set me up!” She’s angry, she’s five officials, she’s got a curvature on her neck, and she looks even more scary in the light of kerosene.

“If you don’t agree, you won’t get out of here! I’ll keep praying.

Once again, the old lady stopped acting, and she was still angry.

I went to her side, raised one of her hands, pulled out the knife and cut her fingertips —

Suddenly, this hand grabbed my neck!

How… how? I’m standing out of the larvae. How can she break it?

Step by step, the old lady walked out of the ecstasy circle and smiled.

“You think you can trap me, don’t you? I’m sorry.

She stretched out her foot and kicked it on the weed, and the force on her hands got stronger.

I can’t breathe, I can’t talk.

“You stupid bitch!” She came near me, and she smiled more and more, “What are you, trying to challenge me?” I’m sorry.

Her mouth bends upwards, and she breaks both sides of her face, and her wrinkled face breaks like an old skin!

The face under the skin is the black face of a thousand hands!

This face is a stone-grained mask, and the five officials are as simple as a knife.

At the same time, her body is swelling, and her chest and belly are so big that her belly has reached me!

There seems to be a lot of living things moving in that fluffy belly!

Now! I’ll do my best to swing my knife at that fat belly prick!

The knife pierced his belly, and his intestines fell out – to me!

No, that’s not intestines!

It’s an overstretched white flower arm!

The hand of the Virgin Mother in her belly!

Every hand has a face! Some cry, some face pain, some scream…

When every hand touches my skin, the face of the hand opens and bites on me!

I felt sore at the moment, it seemed like countless rats were biting my body.

The Virgin untied the hand of the old lady who choked my neck, and let this thousand-faced hand bite me and lift me up in the air. She twisted her body, and the old lady’s skin fell off her body like a dress and dumped it on the ground, and the knife inserted in her stomach slipped.

“You think my name will settle down? She smiled, and she didn’t touch her face, and she said, “That’s just your acting! I’m sorry.

What?

Doesn’t it work?

Is the witch on the phone…

As if the Virgin had seen my mind, a hand biting my thigh, a cell phone was pulled out of the shell of an old woman on the ground and swayed at me in the air.

I figured it out.

On the day of the meeting at the supermarket, she sent a taunt to the mountain and killed the running witch.

Then he took away my godmother’s phone.

But the “mama” on the phone did reveal a lot of useful information.

“You’re still too young, girl. “The Virgin continues to say in the voice of the old lady, “When you live at my age, you will understand.

“When lies are most difficult to find, they are hidden in truth.

“Although I like to be called Mother Mother, my real name is…

“A thousand-hand ghost mother.”

“Every time I eat one, I’ll have another hand. I’m sorry.

The mother said, “I’m glad you’re all ready, save me a lot of things.” Too bad you didn’t choose the first way, otherwise I could eat two more. I’m sorry.

The first way. What is she talking about? My pupils zoom in.

“Yes! “The mother raised her head and looked at me in the air with stoned faces. “I also sent the delivery. I’m sorry.

The bare hand stretches into the ground like a snake, and picks up the knife and raises it before my eyes.

“Don’t you see? This is your fruit knife, taken from your house at the first sacrifice. I just changed it a little.

“It took me a long time to choose the right knife.

“Thank you for everything.

“However, the light is not in the right place, and the mother of the ghost has released a few hands and quickly changed the light’s position, “it should be.”

I finally see that the shape of the light line is not a circle, two triangles on both sides.

That’s an eye.

Put the lights in place, the ghost mother pressed me to the center of the circle surrounded by kerosene!

The one with the knife is gonna stab me right now!

I screamed, but I had one last hope!

I burned the original note!

The ghost mother’s ritual lacks one of the most important preconditions!

The mother’s knife was cut in half and suddenly stopped in the middle of the air.

“Where’s my contract? Where’s my contract? She murmurs, “Where’s the contract? I’m sorry.

She was screaming.

With this roar, the stone-grained mask on her face was shattered!

I see an alien, white face.

There’s only one huge eye on it.

The eyeballs are white, but the white eyes are black.

“It’s you! You ruined my contract! “The mother of the ghost yells at me.

And in my heart is a splendor of certainty.

Even if I die here today, I won’t let you get my body!

However, the ghost mother suddenly started to laugh and smiled back and forth.

“You thought I’d say that, didn’t you?

“Your parents died early,” the giant eye on my face, “Did you burn them any paper money?” I’m sorry.

I was bleeding like I was cold.

“How can I get it when I’m in the shadows and you don’t burn it to me?” I’m sorry.

“No, that’s not it, that’s not it…” I couldn’t move, I let my tears flow.

One of his hands smelled my tears, and his face reached out and licked my eyeball.

That face is the sad old lady.

“By you, I’ve done this a thousand and one. The ghost mother seems to be talking to herself, “It’s interesting, but it’s a bit of a mess … It’s time to save up a few more people in one time.” I’m sorry.

She looked at the body she guessed on the floor: “You’re too young to expect in a few months, you’ll be eaten empty.” I’m sorry.

What? I’ve already killed him.

“What are you doing on the ground? Get up. The ghost mother kicked a guessed body.

Sniff it. Guess it’s up on the ground right now and the intestines are hanging on the stomach.

“Mom, why did you just kill me? She looked at me on the floor without an expression.

“You… you…” I can’t speak, but I’m consumed by the emotions in my heart.

“Go play the piano. I heard, guessed back into the bedroom.

Fluent piano music came out.

“Girls’ Prayer.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Why don’t you just kill me? Kill me!

‘Cause I need to make one last condition. “The ghost mother says, again lifts the knife.

“Your pain, your regret, your fear and your despair.

“I want to eat, this is it. I’m sorry.

16

Several community administrators stood at the old wife ‘ s house and looked at the dead woman ‘ s body in bed. The old lady died last night and died of natural causes.

“The old man has no surviving relatives and his husband died shortly before. A staff member said:

“Yes,” I said, “The old lady took good care of me and my daughter, and I’m willing to die for her daughter. I’m sorry.

“Mrs. Wu, you are a righteous man! No wonder the old lady left everything in her will. I’m sorry.

At that point, I saw the guess next to it that, while there was no face, the eye was still sliding a tear.

And I bowed down to wipe away the tears, and held the child up: “So I sent my daughter to kindergarten.” I’m sorry.

In kindergarten, I laughed a little bit with my teacher.

“You’re a music teacher. No wonder you’re so popular! The kindergarten teacher complimented.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It’s fun to be with the kids every day. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, the kids are cute. They’re the flowers of the country. The kindergarten teacher said, “Hey, guess what, Mom, we’re having a parents’ day. Would you like to come and teach the kids a piano? I’m sorry.

“Of course,” I smiled, “I’d love to.” I’m sorry.

Leaving kindergarten, I got calls from insurance companies and friends.

“Hello, Ms. Wu?” said the insurance clerk, “The old lady bought life insurance because she had no children and the beneficiary was you.” I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry about the other day. Can you forgive me?” My friend said, “The house is settled, you still have to pay, but don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’m sorry.

In class, I look down at the cute faces of the children. Their little heads are round. If they squeeze, will they boil like pearls in milk tea?

“Guess, today we have a music lessons. I smiled and said, “In order to create an atmosphere of appreciation, I would close the lights in the classroom, pull the curtains and light the candles. You need to feel the melody with your heart.

“The name of this song is…

“Girls’ Prayer.” #Precise: YX01oL9w4XmMNb9

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.