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The Fatty's tombstone was an ordinary marble tombstone. There were many words such as the Fatty's name carved on it, and a picture of the Fatty.

Fatty was laughing extremely happily in the photo. Because there were a lot of fat on his face, with his smile, his eyes became a slit, and he couldn't see what was inside.

After Shen Jiaming arranged the fresh fruits and tributes that he brought, he was silent for a long time before asking, "Where exactly did Fatty go?"

Zhu Minghui usually had a good relationship with the Fatty and Shen Jiaming. In the past, everyone had played together. He said: "It's the last time you two made an appointment to go climb the mountain. The two of you were a car, and when the car was halfway up the mountain road, it glanced at us. When we were falling down the cliff, Fatty was directly thrown out of the car, his body smashed onto the road, and he immediately …"

Shen Jiaming's snot and tears once again flowed out. He did not care about his own image, and directly laid on the ground, wailing and crying.

He said, "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault! It was I who proposed to go climb the mountain. I was the one who wanted to switch seats with the Fatty, so we didn't wear our seat belts back then. It was me, it was all me … It's all my fault! Fatty, why did I not die, why!? "

"Brother Shen, you can't blame yourself like this!" Zhu Minghui felt his heart ache for Shen Jiaming. He knew that the accident occurred because of the car, and it was not Shen Jiaming's fault. Shen Jiaming was now extremely hurt, and had taken all the responsibility on himself.

After Shen Jiaming cried, she leaned on the Fatty's tombstone, unwilling to part with it.

Zhu Minghui had no way to persuade him, so she could only squat beside him and continue to accompany him.

Shen Jiaming raised his head, looked at the densely packed stone tablets, and suddenly sighed: "It's good that I can stay here forever."

"Brother Shen, don't speak nonsense! How can this be a place where people live? " Zhu Minghui knew that Shen Jiaming was in a mess and would only spout nonsense. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to say that he could see ghosts.

Just as he was thinking, Shen Jiaming suddenly opened his mouth and asked with a slightly doubtful tone, "What day is it today? Is it a ghost festival or something? Why are there so many people in the cemetery!? "

"Brother Shen, you must be talking nonsense!" Zhu Minghui suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

In this huge cemetery, he looked around. Other than the old man who was guarding the gate, there were only himself and Shen Jiaming. Where did all these people come from? How can you speak nonsense in a cemetery like this!

He turned his head to look at Shen Jiaming, only to see Shen Jiaming tilting his head, and looking at the tombstone beside the Fatty's tombstone. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Shen Jiaming opening his mouth, "Great sir, who are you here to see?"

Zhu Minghui was so frightened that he spat in his throat and kept on coughing. He thought about the empty stone road and was shocked to the point that he couldn't say a word.

He felt that Shen Jiaming had gone mad. There was clearly no one in front of him, but he could actually say that he saw someone, and even talk to them.

The old man slowly turned his head and looked towards Shen Jiaming. He opened his mouth but there was not a single tooth inside. He opened his mouth for a long time, but in the end, nothing came out. When Shen Jiaming wanted to speak again, the old man had already disappeared.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhu Minghui decided to leave with Shen Jiaming. Shen Jiaming touched the Fatty's tombstone, unwilling to part with it.

Zhu Minghui said: "Brother Shen, when we have time, we will often come over to accompany you. You don't look too good today, let's go back first."

Although Shen Jiaming was sad and sad, he was still rational in the end. He nodded and followed Zhu Minghui.

On the way to the entrance of the cemetery, Shen Jiaming met many people. Zhu Minghui followed behind him, and saw that he was swaying left and right, swaying right after left and right. Even if he wasn't walking in a straight line, he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only extend his hand to support him.

Shen Jiaming was supported by Zhu Minghui, she thanked him and reminded him, "Zhu Minghui, move to the left side, there is an old lady beside you."

Zhu Minghui's entire body froze, he held onto Shen Jiaming and did not move. Zhu Minghui tilted his head and asked, "Brother Shen, you said that I have an aunt by my side?"

Shen Jiaming nodded his head, and the old lady beside Zhu Minghui continued to smile at him.

Zhu Minghui could not laugh at all. With a sullen face, he asked Shen Jiaming in despair, "Brother Shen, what does that aunt look like?"

"The aunty is in her fifties with short hair and black hair. She's smiling at us the entire time. She looks energetic, but her lips are a little purple. I don't know what's going on …" As he was speaking, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes were fixed on a tombstone in front of him.

Zhu Minghui was about to cry and shouted, "Brother Shen, I'm timid, don't scare me, you can't scare me just by looking at the tombstone's photo!"

Shen Jiaming was completely awake now. What cemetery would have so many people in broad daylight?

It wasn't a weekend, nor was it a bright, July fifteenth, or October first. Which family member of the deceased would come to the cemetery at the same time?

Therefore, what he saw was not the family of the deceased, but the deceased himself!

Because he could see ghosts!

No wonder Zhu Minghui had previously said that there was no one in the cemetery, and no one to hide while walking, just like him. It was because he couldn't see Zhu Minghui at all.

Shen Jiaming thought about how he could see ghosts. He let go of Zhu Minghui and ran back to the Fatty's tombstone. Zhu Minghui was baffled by Shen Jiaming's sudden action, and could only follow him back to the Fatty's tombstone.

Shen Jiaming stood in front of Fatty's tombstone and slowly said: "Fatty, I can see you. Why don't you come out and meet me!"

The moment he said that, Zhu Minghui became stupefied. He felt that Brother Shen was already very sick and it was extremely serious. He needed to see a doctor.

No matter how Shen Jiaming shouted, the Fatty did not appear. It even attracted the surrounding ghosts to look towards Shen Jiaming.

In the end, Shen Jiaming had no choice but to open the tomb.

As he sat in the car, Zhu Minghui didn't start the car even after a long time. He suddenly opened his mouth and asked Shen Jiaming, "Brother Shen, are you for real … Can you really see ghosts? "

Zhu Minghui had always thought that it was just his imagination, so how could ghosts exist in this world? In the ten million years of humanity's evolution, how many people had died on Earth? If there really were ghosts, then wouldn't their living space be occupied by ghosts?

Shen Jiaming did not know what Zhu Minghui was thinking, he lowered his head, although his answer was a little powerless, but he was very sure, "I can really see ghosts."