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    Lights, the first thing you see when you open your eyes.

    I rubbed my sleepy eyes, then fumbled for the beating phone.

    "Hey! Who is it!" I said angrily, believing that this is the common reaction of anyone who is disturbed in their sleep.

    "You are going to die! You can't even hear my voice!" The voice was indeed familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, and I didn't bother to open my eyes to look at the caller ID.

    "I'm sorry, I don't accept guests now."

    After I finished speaking, I turned off the phone and fell asleep again.

    It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up again, and Father Sun had already hung in the sky long ago.

    I did an extra-large stretch for forty-five seconds, and then felt a backache.

    I remembered that last night on the chair by the side of the road, W leaned against her body and fell asleep, and then did not dare to move for fear of waking her up. This process took a total of three hours, during which I could only rely on the stars in the sky for a few days.  Killing time, but every time the stars are counted halfway, I forget how many I have counted, so I can only count them again, and then I don¡¯t know how many times or dozens of times I count, the sky will light up, and the stars will disappear  .  As a result, when I open my eyes now, I feel that the world is full of stars.

    Turning on the phone, I found a total of 51 text messages, 50 of which were from Wei Wei and the content was only four words - go to hell!

    It can be seen that this was not sent all at once, because the time displayed on the mobile phone was from 9:00 am to 12:30 am.  I shook my head helplessly. When I turned to the fifty-first text message, I felt my blood froze, because the signature of that text message was¡ªYawen!

    I immediately pinched myself hard, and then I was desperate. It was not a dream, but a real reality. Although I am a materialist, I never believe in ghosts and gods, but now that something like this happened, I couldn¡¯t help it.  Began to doubt.

    I opened the text message with trembling fingers:

    See you at the lakeside bar on xx road at six o'clock in the evening. It's urgent, so be sure to come!

    You can feel the sweat dripping from your forehead continuously.  With a sore nose, I suddenly remembered that Yawen had called me on the day of the accident. Could it be that Yawen cheated on his body?  Then you shouldn't come to me, you should go to the young master of the Zhenniao Group, I have no quarrel with her.

    I think what I should consider now is whether I should go or not. If I go, then there must be bad luck, and it is very likely that I will never come back once I go. If I don¡¯t go, I believe she will not just let me go.  , it is better to die early and be reborn as a good person in the next life.  At this time, the scene of Ultraman fighting with monsters appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help feeling a little courage in my heart, but I immediately became deflated again because I found that I couldn't transform.

    So I thought of doing the most practical thing, writing a suicide note.

    I wrote more than 3,000 words eloquently, and I wanted to write a little more, because after all, this is the last message to survive in this world, but I really can¡¯t think of what else to write.  always missing.  It's three o'clock, and I only have the last three hours of my life. I thought that I should go to the bath for the last time, and finally understand the great philosophy of life again.  It is only now that I realize that I used to feel as if I had underestimated life and death, but they were all fake. Facing the real reality, I was so frightened that I could no longer die.

    ? The steam from the hot water made the bathroom shrouded in white mist. At this time, there was really nothing to express except rolling my eyes. The only thing I could express was one sentence, life is so fucking beautiful.

    I took this bath for nearly an hour. Apart from farting a few times in the bathtub, I just rolled my eyes and looked at the ceiling. For the first time, I discovered that the ceiling of my bathroom is so full of artistic atmosphere.

    At five fifty-two, life only left me with the last eight minutes. I stood at the door of a bar, and the door was covered with dust.  On a deserted street, such a bar is even more terrifying.  I didn't know there was such a deserted street in Shanghai. There was almost no one on the road, and the surrounding apartments seemed deserted, like a town that was swept away by the Japanese during the war.

    His legs were shaking constantly, his heartbeat had reached 180, he took a deep breath, and then slowly pushed the door open.

    "Quack quack¡ª"

    The door is a little rusty.

    The dark red light, the electric fan of the 1980s hanging from the ceiling, the whole bar is full of a musty smell, and there is a little blood smell in the air, which reminds me of the blood stain left by Yawen yesterday, and my heart trembles  one time.

      Trying to use his own consciousness to drag his legs, which were already basically useless, and walked in.

    The overall feeling of the whole bar gives people a feeling of the Republic of China period in the movie. Half of the wallpaper on the wall has fallen off, and there are only a few broken bottles on the wine cabinet. It feels like this place has been abandoned for at least half a year. I clenched my hands into fists, almost  I could hear the sound of my own bones, my palms were sweating, and the disgusting air made me almost suffocate. I pulled down my neckline.

    There was an empty wine glass and a bottle of expensive-looking red wine on the old bar counter, and there was still half a glass of red wine in the glass. It was obvious that there was a "person" before. I didn't expect ghosts to be so emotional.

    "Ding-ding-ding"

    The old quartz clock in the bar chimed dully¡ªsix o'clock.

    ?Holding my breath, I looked around for movement, but I didn't find the bloody corpse of Yawen that I expected.

    "Bang!" The door was closed.

    My heart almost jumped out.

    Are you coming?

    Turning his head slowly, standing at the door is a man in a well-fitting suit, about twenty-five or six years old, with a noble aura exuding from his delicate face, that kind of aura is not the so-called powerful faction on TV.  An actor can pretend, but it is a kind of temperament that is permeated by itself.  If I were a woman, I would definitely fall in love with this man in front of me immediately.  This man is obviously not a ghost, maybe he just wanted to drink in this bar.

    "It's dangerous." I wanted to advise him to leave here quickly.

    He smiled at me, with a strange and sarcasm in his smile, and walked slowly to the bar and sat down.

    I just wanted to tell him that this place has been abandoned and closed for business, but I swallowed the words on the edge of my mouth, because judging by his posture, I should have known it a long time ago, maybe he was the one who asked me, but  Why is Yawen's mobile phone with him?

    Seeing that it was a human and not a ghost, my heart became more at ease, but I still didn't dare to relax my vigilance, because his tone must be not kind, otherwise he would not have asked me to meet in such a dark place.

    He picked up his glass and took a sip.

    "You are Ye Xiao, right?" She obviously asked knowingly.

    "Nonsense, tell me, what do you want from me?" I don't want to make detours with him, because his way of pretending to be a ghost makes me a little annoyed.  Trying to find this face in my memory, but I can't seem to find such a person I have known.

    "My name is Hu Ling. I believe you must have heard of me. I'm at Yawen's place."

    I was stunned for a moment, Hu Ling, seems to be Yawen's boyfriend, I have indeed heard of it, but it is not from Yawen, but W mentioned it.  In this way, it is not very strange that she has Yawen's mobile phone.  But what is he looking for me for?  Don't you think that Yawen was killed by me?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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