Crow wore a wreath on his head that didn't match his style at all. He pursed his lips, obviously not fully understanding what Muke said.

Muke didn't care: "Do you have anything else to deal with? If not, just keep driving."

Crow shook his head and the two got in the car.

The next evening, the two arrived at the address on the driver's ID card.

This is a rural village. It is dilapidated and has cement roads. It is prosperous, but there are no young people there. Most of the people coming and going are old people.

Muke knew that this was not a supernatural phenomenon or a legendary village for the elderly, but because young people had gone to work in developed places.

After asking the villagers, Muke found the driver's home, which was an urban-rural house with tiles on the front but cement walls on the other three sides.

There are three floors in total. The first floor is well built and very bright. The disadvantage is that it may be a little drafty. The second floor looks very depressing because of the unreasonable design and the ceiling is too low. The third floor cannot be said to be a building in the strict sense. It should be

He said yes, build an insulation layer on the second floor.

An old man who looked like the driver's mother came back from the open space behind the house. She was holding a pot of chicken feed mixed with bran and leftover rice. From the faint crow of chickens, it could be judged that her family still had chickens.

Got chicken.

When the driver's mother saw Muke, she just thought she looked good and looked at her twice. She didn't take the initiative to talk to her. She put the chicken feed upside down in another dirty basin and went inside to watch TV.

Muke didn't stay long, but walked around the village, taking pictures with a time camera, exploring the environment to see if there was any abnormality.

As for the crow, it has flown into the second floor of her house and is checking for any suspicious items.

"It's normal, so normal that I even wonder if I'm in the wrong place, or the driver's address is not a clue at all. He might have just brought his ID card with him when he died. What should he do?"

As the sun set, Mu had already walked around the village and took pictures with his camera. He didn't see anything unusual. This village was very normal.

At this moment, the crow flew on her shoulder.

"Did you find anything?"

After the crow returned to human form, he took out a stack of photos.

Muke guessed that it was him in the photo, but he didn't expect that it was him with his mouth cut open and his face covered in blood.

The shooting environment was very dim, but she could clearly see that the person looked exactly like her.

"Her hands were not tied, but she just sat there obediently in a pool of blood. Did she take medicine and lose self-awareness?"

Muke subconsciously touched both sides of his mouth, but he didn't feel anything strange, and there were no traces of sutures.

The person with the torn corner of his mouth in the photo seems to be just a person who is highly similar to himself.

"Could it be that the Smiley Face Organization is looking for people who are very similar to me? If this condition really exists, how did Liu Meiling and Lin Zhouzhou, who look completely different from me, get selected?"

Muke realized the problem - time.

Lin Zhouzhou was a person who was targeted for observation by Smiley Face ten years ago.

And Liu Meiling was seven years ago.

I should have been three years ago.

"In the observation, the smiling face is not nothing, at least they have grasped the appearance."

This stack of photos is almost identical.

If the dates on each photo were not different, it would be like copying one photo countless times.

"The date of the first photo is one year after my parents died, which is my birthday. As for the date of the last photo, I don't see anything special. Could it be Muke's birthday?"

Crow shook his head and said that he didn't know Muke's birthday.

Muke didn't pay attention, and looked closely at the girl in the photo. Her eyes were always empty, like a shell.

No, in that sense, it's more like a dead person.

Suddenly, the eyes of the girl in the photo moved slightly.

Muke subconsciously wanted to throw away the photo, but she resisted this emergency reaction and found a shady place to ask Ying Sanyue: "Is there a ghost in the photo?"

Ying Sanyue: "No. Let me tell you this way, the photo in your hand should be of a very fierce ghost. Her resentment is so strong that even the photos that capture her image will be wrapped in resentment and appear.

Vision.”

Muke was relieved that the photo was not a ghost.

"But why does this female ghost look the same as me? Am I so popular?"

Ying Sanyue: "I don't know either."

Muke looked at the photo and suddenly had a creepy suspicion: "Do you think this female ghost is none other than the mirror ghost?"

Ghosts can transform, but generally speaking, they are not perfect. The transformation of the Mirror Ghost is so perfect that even if you are face to face with her, you will only think it is a mirror reflection.

Ying Sanyue: "It's possible. But why were the sides of this female ghost's face cut open? It stands to reason that even if a ghost is injured, she can recover quickly. Unless...she doesn't want to heal herself. But this is more important.

It doesn’t make sense.”

Muke knew very little about the female ghost, and he only recently knew that she was beside him.

Seeing that Muke was no longer talking to himself, Wu Wu took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album.

The first photo shows a messy notebook with only one page left.

"She should be self-aware! She shouldn't be like this! No! We were wrong! I just want to live!"

It can be seen that the person who wrote the diary must be in a mental state that is on the verge of collapse. Other than that, she really can't read much information.

The crow swiped to the second photo, which had five circles drawn on it.

Five place names are written in the center of the circle: Menggui No. 1 Middle School, Funan College, City Center Library, Guitan Apartment, and Happy Apartment.

The five circles overlapped each other, and the overlapping parts were all stained with blood.

Muke took out the map on his mobile phone and searched it. The corresponding location of Menggui No. 1 Middle School on the map was Menggui High School.

What surprised her the most was that the reviews of Menggui No. 1 Middle School on the Internet were actually pretty good, at least better than Funan College.

"Before, I was wondering why that child entered the ghost school by mistake. Besides, apart from those few players, there seemed to be many living students. Now it seems that my contact with the Ghost School is probably just a glimpse."

Muke is eager to get information about the Paper Bride, but Mr. Lu is now caught between the haunted house and the Smiley Face Organization, so he may not have time to take care of her.

"Ghost Story Apartment is the largest script-killing shop in the city. It is famous for its horror and ghost story scripts. Many experiencers have weak legs when they come out."

Neither the downtown library nor the Kaitan Apartment can see any problems.

"Wait, what happens if I connect them?"
Chapter completed!