Chapter 119: School grass Boyfriend is a ghost（1）

Outside an empty villa.

Night was silent over the land, and on the grass on both sides of the road, the heavy wet dew bent the blades of grass.

The villa halfway up the mountain, on this night when you can only hear cicadas and wind, looks a little grim.

Jessica swallowed her saliva and struggled to say, "Is he really in there?"

"Yes," the system affirmed.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"... Why would I lie to you?" The system seems a little helpless, "This time the adult situation is special, I can sense in advance." Don't be a coward."

"What a coward."

Jessica shook her calves, shook her hand with the flashlight, and took a deep breath.

At night, the cold, moist air draws into the lungs and makes the whole body cool.

With a clear mind, but also... Even more scared.

Jessica just felt like she couldn't cry.

No one has lived in this villa for half a month.

No lights were on, and the whole villa was dark, like a fierce beast, quietly creeping in the night.

Jessica took a step toward it.

She bit her tiny flashlight in her mouth and climbed carefully over the railing and into the garden.

Gradually we see the main body of the villa, a man-made lake with a wooden bridge, all the way to the beautiful house.

The entrance is a glass door unlocked by fingerprints, so clean and tidy that it can reflect the figure of a person in the night.

Vintage streetlights are on outside.

Jessica swallowed.

If there is a bullet screen is good, bullet screen to protect the body, the haunted house can also make netizens laugh very funny.

The door wasn't closed, it was just ajar.

It was dark inside.

Jessica, on the verge of tears, gritted her teeth and stepped into the house.

The flashlight illuminates a small patch of road beneath your feet, and a wider area is hidden in the darkness.

Jessica gets cold. She sees some broken glass bottles and some blood.

She knows whose blood it is.

The owner of this villa died under mysterious circumstances only two weeks ago, in the living room of this house.

So scared!

Unconsciously holding her breath, she walked down an interior corridor and gradually made her way to the living room.

The body was removed, of course, but because the crime wasn't solved, the scene remained the same.

From a distance, Jessica could see that it wasn't all dark in the living room. Instead, there was a faint glow.

She walked over almost stiffly, shaking her legs.

It's the bright light of the TV.

The screen was a picture of the news channel, the anchor's steady voice unwavering:

"It is reported that Mr. Ji, a famous entrepreneur in China, was buried at home without reason, with many bruises on his body, suspected to have been scratched. The police extracted nails and spit from Mr. Ji's wounds, and tested that these substances belonged to Mr. Ji himself. The cause is still under investigation."

Boom - boom.

Jessica swallowed again.

There was a sticky touch under her feet, and she didn't need to look to know that she had accidentally stepped on a big pool of blood.

Mentally telling the system to erase her tracks, Jessica stiff-faced and lifted her feet,

Suddenly heard, behind, vaguely someone gently ah.

She froze and slowly turned back.

-- What comes into view, however, is not a scary picture.

The young man sat in the window, long legs at random, pale but delicate face, reflecting the snow of the moonlight, beautiful enough not to look like a real person.

It is true that Not people.

He was Jessica's target.

The young man sat casually in the window, his pale and beautiful face turned around, revealing a pair of black eyes, as if wrapped around some dead breath.

He cocked his head and looked at Jessica, seemingly hesitating, then raised his delicate eyebrows and winked his long eyelashes. "Can you see me?"

Jessica says, "... I can."

Young stunned for a few seconds, thin pale lips pressed up, as if a moment of great interest.

With his long, white hand on the windowsill, he jumped lightly out of the window and walked toward Jessica.

Although the ghost was pale and pretty, Jessica whispered in her lower legs, "You, don't come over yet."

There was a SOB in her voice.

As expected, the young man stopped, narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked at her unaccountably.

'Are you afraid of me? 'he asked.

Oh, my God. I'm just asking if you're afraid of ghosts.

Jessica swallowed hard, stared at his beautiful face for a few seconds, then clenched her teeth and shook her head, "No... Not afraid of you."

She took a breath and quickly added:

"I'm here to help you."

The young man raised his hand, index finger against his lips, slender fingers, pale soft lips, actually showed a hint of sexy temptation. He seemed very interested and looked straight at her. "Help me with what?"

He glanced at the blood at the girl's feet, his beautiful eyes flashed a hint of disgust, and slowly said:

"I have avenged myself."

Jessica MOE.

She knows. She already did.

She knows Zero.

No -- technically, the original owner of this body knew Zero.

The original owner and Zero went to high school together.

However, Zero is the famous school grass, every day love letter to the drawer can not fill, and the original owner, just a small transparent in the school.

Zero is a school myth.

But when he was 18, something unexpected happened.

Jessica, who has a system attached, sees it like a movie, and Zero frowns to help his drunk father, only to be waved away by him.

The young man stood at the side of the stairs, did not have time to stabilize his body, fell down the high stairs, his head hit the edge of the stair handrail, instantly a piece of blood, and his beautiful face was pale.

He put his long, white fingers on the railing, straining, but not having the strength to stand up again.

He did not exhale at all, and his dark eyes were staring in the direction of the upstairs, silent.

All everyone knew was that Zero had a wealthy family, excellent grades, and was born to stand on the altar.

But no one knows that when he was young, Zero often saw his mother beaten to death by his drunken father. In the end, when the woman chose to end her life with a bottle of pesticide, only little Zero stood by her side, helpless.

The smile of relief as she died.

As he grew up, Zero barely communicated with his father. He did not have the strength to expose his father's crimes and let him get the punishment he deserved, but he wanted to leave the world in the same way, silently.

He knew that this time, his father could still use the means of money and power to escape punishment.

Just like old times.

The last second of life, the young exquisite face of blood lost, pale face reflected the gurgling blood behind the head, but slowly revealed a smile.

A mocking laugh.

- I would like revenge if I could.

In person.

-- Come back for revenge.