My mother sighed: "I don't know, I've heard it for no reason, and I've died all of a sudden."

"I just said when I came back to see Yen Giang, did she do anything to me?" - My father asked.

"No, we just talked to each other a few words."

I didn't tell you that Yen Giang gave me a shell, and both of my parents were superstitious, so they wouldn't allow me to take things from the dead.

After dinner, I went to the house of Vuong Yen Giang, which was not too early, and there were only a few workers left in the hall, and in the middle was a huge picture with a letter "Give a worship” two white candles on the table that were constantly fluttering in the wind.

Watching Vuong Yen Giang quietly lying in the glass coffin, remembering our memories, I couldn't hold back tears. Her complexion turned blue and white, her hands stretched forward as if they were resisting something, her eyebrows slightly frowning, and her expression was a little impatient. It's not like I've never seen a dead person, but it's the first time I've ever seen someone die so strangely.

"Our Yen Giang is a terrible death!"

An old voice suddenly struck me. Seeing that it was Yen Giang's grandmother, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she had a different connotation, and I asked: "Mrs. Tran, how did Yen Giang died?”

Mrs. Tran carefully looked around, saw no one, and now she dragg

Entering Yen Giang's living room, Mrs. Tran pulled out the drawer at the end of the bed, took out a card, and handed it to me. I reached for it, and it was written on the cover of the card, and the card was soaked in blood, and it felt like it was wet. I frown, I've never seen anything so bizarre. Furthermore, I opened the card, and there was only one piece of paper on it, and the three letters "Vuong Yen Giang" were written very clearly. But I don't know who wrote her name with a marker, and the date of birth under the name, and these numbers seem to have quite strongly by the writer.

"What does this mean?"

I asked Mrs. Tran, looking at the strange invitation in my hand.

Mrs. Tran shook her head: "I don't know, after Yen Giang died, I found this in her bed, so it felt a little strange."

Hearing Tran say that, I thought of Yen Giang's unusual body in the coffin: "What is Yen Giang's body?"

Mrs. Tran wiped her tears with her sleeve: "I've looked for someone to separate her hands a few times, but soon I'll be back in that shape."

I frowned, and I thought it wouldn't work. If it's because the body is so cold that it's frozen, it's hard to separate, it's still possible, but it's been separated several times, but it's so old that it's stuck together by itself. Thinking for a moment, I asked: "Did Yen Giang behave differently before he died?"

"It's nothing special."

Mrs. Tran thought for a moment and said: "I remember. I woke up at midnight, I heard the bathroom door open, I found out where he was going, and I asked him where he was going, and the next day I asked him, and he said he didn't remember exactly where he was going."

I asked Mrs. Tran a few more questions, but without any more clues, I consoled her, and then went home. Lying in bed and still not sleeping, I kept thinking about Vuong Yen Giang dying for no reason, stroking the shell that Vuong Yen Giang gave me tonight, remembering her words that remind me not to stay home for too long, taking time to go back to school. The more I think about it, the more I feel like it, but I'm just a normal person, I have no evidence, and I can't tell anyone who doesn't do anything. I'm worried.

That night, I had a dream, and in my dream, I saw Vuong Yen Giang standing in a wild forest, and she was saying something to me, even though it wasn't far away, somehow I couldn't hear what she was saying. I wanted to go up and ask her what she wanted to say, and there was a fog around me, and Vuong Yen Giang's image became increasingly blurred, and I was also covered in this fog.

At a moment when I didn't know what to do, suddenly a huge hand came out of my body, and I screamed, and I woke up in surprise.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard a loud voice outside. I think he's saying someone's dead. His eyes are wide open, and he can't close them. As soon as I heard the word dead, I was startled and hurriedly opened the door to look at the situation.

At the entrance, my mother, and a group of women, talked about the unprovoked death of a girl in the village. She was still in good shape yesterday, unexpectedly today... They even told me I knew her. Her name is Linh Linh, the same age as me, and we used to hang out together when we were kids.

"Linh Linh's death was weird, his eyes couldn't close, and I was scared to obsess” - One lady said.

Another lady said: "Well, what do you mean two girls who live in peace die instantly? Is there no possibility of an acute disease like that? Or are they guilty of something?"

“...”

Without waiting for the women to finish talking, I ran to Linh Linh's house. Her body is still on the ground, and she hasn't even found a glass coffin, and she's covered with a blanket, covering the court body in half.

There are a lot of people around me who are busy supporting me. On the occasion that no one was paying attention, quietly shuffling the cloth, despite my psychological preparation, I was frightened by her fierce face.