The seven-day National Day holiday is not long or short. But for Xiangyang, it is enough for him to handle everything.

The next day, I took my sister to move home quickly, and started to spend time in the city's book building during the day, and to sweep the major forums at night to make money to prepare the stock market principal.

The original owner Jian Xiangyang is a genius student with pure science thinking. He knows how to do questions, but it is difficult to explain one question to others.

Because thinking changes very quickly, others often cannot keep up with their ideas.

My younger sister Jian Xiangnan is a liberal arts student, and she recites things very quickly, but science is really not good. If nothing unexpected happens, she will choose liberal arts in the second year of high school.

My sister delayed her studies for a year due to a car accident and stayed at the first level, but her grades were never improved.

The original owner wanted to help his sister very much, but he was powerless and didn't know where to help him.

Xiangyang has no such worries. He is a person who controls details and likes to be able to do everything in everything.

As long as he has experienced it, there are few subjects that he does not understand.

After lifting her weak sister to the library, Xiangyang began to study and write questions, re-acquainted with the unfamiliar knowledge points in his mind and the days of tutoring her sister.

...

A few days later, one night during the National Day holiday.

Jian Huijun, who drove from a partner clothing factory to her company, was passing by a large cemetery in the suburbs.

Jian Huijun is in a very unhappy now. For some reason, bad things always come one after another during this period.

Since Jian Xiangyang and his sister were kicked out of the Jian family, Jian's father has caused a lot of fire, he has taken his anger from many people in the family.

My sister Jian Tian was in a car accident that night and was trapped in the mountains and forests for a night. She was found the next day and did not recover for several days.

He received another news today that other companies reported that the latest season of the Jian Family Clothing Designer was suspected of plagiarism, and there was also some minor problem with the clothing factory that cooperated with the Jian Family.

It is related to bidding for a relatively important project in a city. The Jian family cannot make any mistakes at this time.

After he finished the investigation today, he had to hurry back and report the investigation report to Jian's father.

But unfortunately, he encountered a traffic jam in a car accident. In an anxious manner, he followed the navigation along the way that he was not very familiar with.

It rained all night long.

Halfway through, my phone didn't know what was going on, and suddenly I got sick and lost the signal. The navigation was interrupted and I couldn't call the phone.

"Damn it!"

Jian Huijun cursed.

The thick black mist blocked the cold moonlight. The cold wind in the suburbs swept the lonely dead trees and gradually withered plants and trees, sweeping the dead leaves on the lonely and lifeless spacious road, rolling in circles.

At first glance on the road, only Jian Huijun's car was driving lonely.

The high beams were set a long way, illuminating the graves in the distance and the cold gray tombstones with white characters engraved in them.

"Where is this broken navigation guide? How come the cemetery of the guide? Damn, it's so fucking."

Jian Huijun's hand holding the steering wheel unconsciously tightened, and her mentality was simply explosive.

He didn't expect that this road would pass by the largest cemetery in the city, with few vehicles coming and going.

In the evening, the vehicles passing by the cemetery were driving very fast, and they could pass by in a flash and disappeared.

After driving for a long time, I didn’t see any other vehicles. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Jian Huijun felt a little cold.

I wanted to drive this section of the road to see if it would be better.

But this journey was not short, and it was really a panic without any sound. In order to calm down, Jian Huijun turned on the radio in the car.

"...At this moment, Zhang San felt a cold and pale hand on his shoulder.

Zhang San glanced at the elevator’s reflector slightly. It was nothing wrong to see, and he was shocked!

I saw a woman in white clothes with long hair and faceless face appeared out of thin air in the elevator…”

"Please enjoy a niche song "Red Wedding Dress"..."

"...On that day, Xiao Li drove by the cemetery in the night bus as usual, but saw an old lady waving her hand to stop the car at the middle of the road...

He didn't stop the car and went over recklessly. Just when he thought he had killed someone, he leaned into the mirror of the car, but was frightened to find that the old lady was standing in place and showed a strange smile at him..."

"Bang!"

"It's really weird! What's going on with this radio station!!"

I changed several channels one after another, and they were all telling ghost stories.

The more Jian Huijun listened, the cooler he felt. The more he heard, the cooler he felt slowly climbing up from his back.

I wasn't that scared at first, but when I heard this station, my heart began to jump wildly, and I quickly pinched the radio.

"Puo! Puo! Puo…"

Just as Jian Huijun's heart was about to jump out of her throat, she was suspicious, fantasizing whether someone would suddenly appear in the back seat of her car. She felt a chill behind her back and didn't dare to look back. Xiangyang accelerated to pass through this cemetery...

"Puff! Was—"

The car that was driving well suddenly turned off in an instant!

His car happened to park at the entrance of the cemetery, facing the cold cemetery gate.

The gate seemed to be emitting a tremendous aura of death and coldness, like a man-devouring beast with a bloody mouth open, about to swallow him!

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!" The heart beats like a drumbeat.

After several times of fire but failed, Jian Huijun cursed countless times.

"Fuck, I'm going, I'm really fucking a ghost!"

He noticed that the lights in the duty room in the cemetery were on, and there seemed to be someone chatting inside.

A joy flashed in Jian Huijun's eyes, and she got out of the car with fear and ran into the cemetery in a small step.

But I found that the duty room with lights was a little far away and I couldn't walk no matter how I walked, as if the closer I got, the further I got.

When he could no longer see the duty room, he came to his senses and suddenly realized that he had been in the depths of the cold cemeteries at some point.

Inadvertently, my eyes met a tombstone, and an old lady looked at him with a smile, which coincided with the smile on the radio broadcast.

"ah!!!"

Jian Huijun could no longer hold back, screamed in surprise, her eyes rolled and she fainted.

...

"Brother, I've warmed the milk for you. I've put it here, remember to drink it.

The book says that a cup of hot milk before going to bed helps sleep. You can’t have dark circles like me, as it will be bad.”

Xiangyang looked at his sister before going to bed. Although she was sleepy, she was joking and rubbing her eyes that were so fascinated that she could not get out of her. She did not forget to look nagging and reminded her. She laughed and took the warm milk and responded.

"Okay, okay, I know, go to bed quickly."

I don’t know if learning has such great efficacy. After studying hard these days, my sister always slept particularly quickly at night.

After my sister fell on the bed with a "slap" sound, she fell asleep for a second, and made a slight snoring sound.

Xiangyang withdrew his eyes, pressed his fist against his lips, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ding Dong!"

At this time, a pop-up window appeared on Xiangyang's computer desktop without any signs.
Chapter completed!