"Red? No, black! No, I can't remember, I just felt like it was a dark wall, and then, it hurt so much!"
At this point, Xiaoyun suddenly began to tremble violently, as if she were having an epileptic seizure, and her hands involuntarily twisted into the shape of chicken claws.
I suddenly realized that her soul seemed to be incomplete. After all, this was the most important memory of the deceased, yet she couldn't even say the color of the car.
Seeing that things were getting out of control, Granny Wang tried to grab her neck again, wanting her to inhale some incense.
But this time, no matter how hard Wang Po tried, she couldn't push Xiao Yun's neck down even a fraction of an inch.
The situation seems to be getting out of control.
I didn't stop throwing paper money, but I couldn't help but silently guess in my heart.
Suddenly, without any warning, Xiaoyun started giggling, her voice dry and distorted, completely unlike that of a young girl.
"It's been following me for several days."
Xiao Yun suddenly spoke, and her words almost froze the air.
“It’s been with me ever since that night at the library.”
Granny Wang's eyes sharpened, signaling us to be quiet, and she asked in a deep voice.
"what is it?"
"A shadow? It's not a shadow, anyway, it's all dark..."
As Xiaoyun spoke, her neck tilted at an unnatural angle, as if she were imitating some kind of observation posture.
"The hallway light in our dorm is broken, and my shadow stretches incredibly long on the wall. But... but it's even longer and darker than my shadow, right behind it. I walk, it walks; I stop, it stops. I turn around, and there's nothing there..."
Xiaoyun's words were disjointed and seemed somewhat inexplicable, yet they sent chills down our spines.
Her description made Zhang Qiang involuntarily look at the elongated shadow beneath his feet.
Luo Tianhe frowned, as if he had thought of something.
"I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, or that I was too tired."
Xiaoyun's voice trembled, tinged with a sob, but her face wore a strange, almost smiling expression.
"But the next day, when I was brushing my teeth in the dormitory's water room, I looked up and saw a hand draped over my shoulder in the mirror."
I looked terrified, but the person in the mirror kept brushing their teeth as if nothing had happened.
Xiaoyun suddenly reached out and touched her shoulder, as if that hand was still there.
"I started having sleepless nights, and every time I closed my eyes I felt something standing at the foot of the bed, coldly watching me."
I'm having a bit of a headache. Things aren't going right. This is completely different from what I expected. It seems like this has little to do with the car accident!
However, while this was unexpected, it was also quite reasonable.
After all, that driver was just an ordinary person.
And while he was called the perpetrator, he was also a victim that night.
After all, he didn't violate any traffic rules while driving, so he can only accept his bad luck in this situation.
The temperature in the morgue seemed to have dropped a few degrees, becoming even colder.
The flames in the brazier were flickering, and I hurriedly threw in a lot of paper money, afraid that it would go out.
What exactly happened on the night of the car accident?
Granny Wang pressed for an answer.
"That night... I was very scared and wanted to go home as soon as possible,"
Xiaoyun's speech suddenly quickened, filled with extreme fear.
"When I passed that intersection, there were no cars, but I suddenly heard someone call my name. The voice was very soft, like a sigh. Zhang, Wei."
"I turned around, and there was clearly no one on the other side, but I saw my shadow standing up on its own across the street."
Her words sent chills down the spines of everyone in the morgue.
"It was standing there, waving at me, as if it wanted me to come over."
Xiaoyun's voice became shrill, like a scream.
"I was terrified and turned to run away. Then I heard bright headlights and the sound of a truck. I wanted to run, but my legs felt like they were frozen in place. It wasn't that they went limp with fear; it was like something was pulling them down from below!"
As she said this, she kicked her legs frantically, as if struggling.
"I looked down and saw my shadow spread out like asphalt, wrapped around my ankles, and pulled me toward the middle of the road."
Xiaoyun's expression was contorted to the extreme, and her white eyes were still trembling violently.
"I tried to shout, but no sound came out. The car came, and then there was a blinding white light."
Her narration came to an abrupt end, leaving only an utterly empty blankness on her face, as if the most important thing had been forcibly ripped away.
My heart sank; this matched the driver's statement.
He noticed a person on the road and his first reaction was to turn the steering wheel in the opposite direction.
But the woman didn't run at first, and when she saw him turn the steering wheel, she ran towards where he was hiding, which led to the tragedy.
"And then, where's your head?"
Zhang Qiang, who was standing to the side, pressed her for an answer, as this was crucial to the case. However, after talking for a while, it seemed that none of the questions concerned her head.
Xiaoyun slowly raised her hand and touched her intact head.
"That's right, my head, my head!"
As she spoke, she gripped her neck tightly with her two slender hands, as if trying to break her head off.
"Quickly, get her away!"
Seeing this, I shouted, and Granny Wang naturally realized what had happened.
Her lips trembled rapidly, as if she were chanting some incantation.
Wang Po's incantation suddenly rose in pitch, changing from a low, guiding tone to short, rapid, and powerful syllables.
Every word seemed to be uttered with all her might. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I had a vague feeling that this thing seemed to be useful.
At the same time, she firmly pressed down on Xiaoyun's head with one hand.
With his other hand, he joined his fingers like a sword, dipped his fingertips into the mixed incense ash in the incense burner, and quickly pressed on acupoints such as Xiaoyun's forehead, philtrum, and throat!
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the road to the underworld is open, do not dwell on this place!"
However, instead of loosening her grip on her neck, Xiaoyun's hands tightened even more!
Her sharp nails dug deep into her flesh, leaving bluish-purple marks.
After all, she was just a young girl, and she had even gotten her nails done. At that moment, blood was already seeping from the bruises.
She continued to make strange, hoarse noises from her throat, and the empty expression on her face was replaced by a sinister grin that was a mixture of resentment and greed.
It was as if she could give herself a head by cutting off Xiaoyun's head.
"My head, this is my head, give it back to me!"
She squeezed out those words through gritted teeth, as if she had made up her mind, and tightened her grip even more, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.
The eerie wind in the morgue suddenly intensified; it wasn't a natural wind, but a chilling current that made our bones ache.
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