In the special interrogation room, Siming tugged at his cotton-padded jacket with a headache: "Step back."
My saliva is almost falling on the unlucky guy's face. Didn't you see that there is a ghost? Is he so scared that he is rolling his eyes?
"No," Mian'ao dodged Siming's hand and moved closer, making sure to swallow the ghost with one mouth.
The ghost is so scared. This human is seriously ill. Please save him quickly.
Sima Ming rubbed his eyebrows and sympathized with the unlucky guy for a second.
He said helplessly: "I see. If you want to be free, you have to tell the truth." Every second you delay is a second of suffering.
The unlucky ghost shrank back to the wall, crying, and nodded frantically: "I'm honest, I'm honest."
Siming nodded in satisfaction: "Tell me where you are from, why you follow the Luo family, how long have you been following them, and do you know how the third son of the Luo family disappeared."
The unlucky guy hid to the side in frustration, as the human was about to hit him in the face.
Then he replied: "I was unlucky from birth, and it lasted until I was eighteen. I was unlucky enough to kill myself."
"Then I didn't reincarnate, but just wandered in front of my own grave."
"Those ghosts are afraid of being infected with my bad luck, so they won't play with me. I can only play by myself."
"More than a month ago, the Luo family, father and son, took on a job carrying a coffin. That man died in vain and was buried next to me."
"If you carry the dead, you will be contaminated with a strong evil spirit."
"I instinctively like those evil spirits, and the Luo family has a very comfortable aura, so I followed them."
The unlucky guy was a young man with a handsome face, tall and thin, and a little silly.
He spoke slowly and calmly, and must have been an introverted young man when he was alive.
What is surprising is that people who have been plagued by bad luck since childhood and died unjustly at a young age will more or less have resentment.
But the unlucky ghost doesn’t have that, and he is a rare pure soul. It’s just that he has too much bad luck, and his ghost body has been polluted to the point that his original appearance is almost unrecognizable.
"It's said that after death, memories of the past will become vague. As the spirit wanders for a while, it will eventually forget everything that happened in life."
"How do you remember it so clearly?"
The unlucky guy shook his head: "I don't know, I just remember it, whether it was before or after my death, I remember it clearly."
"Even things from my childhood came back to me inexplicably."
He had seen ghosts that had lost all their memories, and most ghosts even had no memory of their previous lives.
I was once curious about my clear memory, but I never found the answer.
Sima Ming didn't ask any more questions and signaled the unlucky guy to continue.
The unlucky guy continued.
"During the time I spent with the Luo family, I found that they were harmonious and had a good family atmosphere. I liked it very much."
"Because I've had bad luck since I was a child, my parents and relatives despised me, and I've never felt the warmth of home."
“I felt it at the Luo family, and I stayed there.”
"Even though they couldn't see me, I subconsciously considered myself one of their family members."
"That night, I felt uneasy and worried that something might have happened to Luo Fuxu, so I followed him to deliver something to Mr. Luo."
"It was raining heavily on the way back. Luo Fuxu accidentally fell while passing through a small alley that few people walked on even during the day."
"It just happened to alarm the person who was committing a crime nearby."
Although the unlucky ghost is a ghost, he often forgets this fact.
That night, after Luo Fuxu was discovered, it was frightened and trembled beside him.
It wanted Luo Fuxu to run away quickly, and it also wanted to run away.
But my heels felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move at all.
It watched helplessly as Luo Fuxu's neck was twisted by the man in black robe.
“Wuwuwu…”
Perhaps because the words touched a sad point, the unfortunate ghost burst into tears.
Ghosts have no tears and can only howl.
Siming was speechless. "Have you ever thought that if you hadn't followed him, he wouldn't have had the misfortune of encountering this and wouldn't have lost his life?"
The crying stopped abruptly, and the unlucky guy looked up at Sima Ming in disbelief.
It seemed like shock, sudden enlightenment, grief and self-blame.
Siming didn't even think about comforting it, and continued, "Are you sure Luo Fuxu is dead?"
The unlucky ghost choked and nodded: "It's certain, his soul has been taken away by that person."
Sima Ming raised his eyebrows and knew that he could take away souls, so he was not an ordinary person.
"Then how are you okay?"
The unlucky guy was instantly filled with grief and anger: "He despises me."
Sima Ming...
Understand, understand.
"Do you know who the man in black robe is? Did he take away the souls of the people he killed? What happened to the bodies?"
The unlucky guy shook his head: "I don't know, there are restrictions around that person, I can't get close to him, and I can't see his appearance clearly."
Siming understood: "Do you still remember the place where Luo Fuxu was killed?"
"Remember."
Just remember it. Siming looked at the cotton-padded jacket and said, "I can't give it to you to eat yet. I have to go find Zhao Guoyan. Do you want to go home or..."
"I want to be with you," the man in cotton jacket continued to stick to the unlucky guy, not retreating a single step.
The unfortunate creature was so moved that he almost cried. No one had ever been so close to him in his life.
Really, it thanks this entire human family.
Siming's forehead twitched: "Aren't you afraid that it will bring bad luck to you?"
Mian'ao tilted his head and looked at Siming blankly, not understanding.
Sima Ming took a breath and said, "Forget it, whatever."
When Siming went there, Zhao Guoyan was busy out on the field investigating a case.
The main thing is that he has no clues or direction, so he is wandering around like a headless fly.
But when I learned from Sima Ming that this might be the work of an evil cultivator, I felt even more confused.
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