Huachen City, a silver-gray building, has a small corner stretched out in a certain place on the glass curtain wall, and the wide-angle lens is full of paradoxical atmosphere.

Jiang Wan pinched the lower left corner of a letter, the place where her thumb pressed almost pressed a deep fold, she drooped the corners of her eyes without a trace, and hurriedly walked past the north side of the building, the glazed glass color block above her head collapsed with a "boom", Jiang Wan subconsciously looked up and looked up, but found that the north side of the entire building was a complete light screen, nothing unusual.

Jiang Wan squeezed the open letter in her hand even tighter.

"Tonight, I'm getting married, the date is set for graduation this year, will you come and be my bridesmaid?"

P.S. at the end of the line pulls out a big smile on the black pen.

The content of the letter resurfaced in Jiang Wan's mind over and over again, and finally the black lead words dried up into a dry paragraph, "Will you come?"

On June 12, 17, Jiang Wan's friend Chen Ge died in the apartment where he lived, and the next day, he was found by the milkman and called the police, and the police determined that the deceased committed suicide after investigation.

As soon as Jiang Wanfu received the call, he put down the matter in the school and rushed over immediately, full of disbelief.

How could she believe that this girl, who was still writing the so-called 'bridesmaid invitation' a few days ago, committed suicide like this, and she learned about this situation that Chen Ge's father called her.

Jiang Wan and Chen Ge are not natives of Huachen City, and their hometown is in Huiyin City. The two of them played small and played big, if Jiang Wan was a bastard and tomboy who teased cats and walked birds in the mouths of the elders, then Chen Ge was a quiet, delicate, dignified and elegant lady.

Even in her own mother's mouth, it was her Jiang Wan who burned Gao Xiang for eight lifetimes to make a friend like Chen Ge.

Walking through a long alley that must be passed, on the stone table in the community, several old men are fighting on the Chu River and Han realm, and their mouths are not idle.

Jiang Wan's attention was all focused on the old man sitting together, not paying attention to the road under his feet, and sticking his toe into the wood that was stacked outside. Fortunately, the canvas fabric was thick, and the ankle was not injured, only some sawdust was wiped.

Jiang Wan raised her feet and shook it, passing through the noise and arriving at the familiar No. 2 building.

This house was rented by Chen Ge, with one bedroom and one living room. When Chen Ge and Gu Fanghuai fell in love, Chen Ge didn't listen to her persuasion, and insisted on renting such a place, which was called 'their little home'.

Jiang Wan drove upstairs on the road, different from the joy and joy of the past, today's mood is too heavy. The door to the fourth floor was not closed, and she had to take out the spare key.

The door was gently pushed open by her, the funeral home had already picked up Chen Ge's body, and Chen Ge's father decided to keep everything simple, and even the memorial service was waived.

Although Jiang Wan was upset for the deceased Chen Ge, the situation in Chen Ge's family was complicated, and she had no qualifications and position to accuse anyone.

There was a sound of broken footsteps in the bedroom, Jiang Wan didn't care to listen carefully, and hurried over in three or two steps.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, he found a strange woman holding a wheelchair, and on the wheelchair was Chen Ge's mother. In the past, when they were in Huiyin City, they mostly called Chen Ge to her house, and both of them knew in their hearts that Chen Ge's mother was not in a good mental state, and even if she saw it, it was a silhouette from afar. After so many years, Jiang Wan can only guess by the similarity of her appearance.

Mother Chen and Chen Ge are five or six points alike, but they have a low face and a white mouth that is slightly open.

Jiang Wan stubbornly greeted the woman in the wheelchair, "Hello, Auntie." ”

Chen's mother didn't react at first, and when she saw Jiang Wan's off-white canvas shoes stained with sawdust on her feet, she raised her face and smiled at her, and beckoned, "Come on, come here." ”

Jiang Wan nodded, and said softly: "Auntie, the deceased is gone, you have to mourn." ”

Who knew that such words seemed to touch the woman's sadness, she grinned, let out a "ho" sound, and took advantage of the fact that the woman in the wheelchair was not paying attention, picked up a palm-sized porcelain bottle on the table, and smashed it at Jiang Wan fiercely.

"Why don't you die?"

Drinking was accompanied by the porcelain bottle, leading to Jiang Wanyong, she didn't have time to dodge, the white porcelain bottle hit the forehead, chiseled on the ground, and the blood brushed down.

Jiang Wanleng paused, and saw that the woman's well-trimmed nails had been split, blood dried up between her fingers, yellow and white dots were sandwiched, and her teeth and claws were dancing with her teeth, which looked very terrifying.

The woman was making a fuss in the bedroom, and the neighbors from all over the house rushed to hear the sound and pulled the injured Jiang Wan out of the door. The nanny who took care of Chen's mother apologized again and again, saying that the pain of losing her daughter hit Mrs. Chen too hard, and she had to stay in the place where her daughter lived before her death.

Someone sighed and brought the topic to the dead Chen Ge, "What a good girl, why can't you think about it?"

This woman is not quite in the right spirit, and their neighbors have been trying to comfort them for a few days, but they have all been beaten and scolded by this crazy woman.

"Yesterday her man came over and had a fight with this woman. "It's humane again.

Jiang Wan smiled bitterly, Chen's mother has always had mental problems, and Chen Ge's father is away all the year round and has no nostalgia for this family, which is undoubtedly another blow to this woman who has lost her beloved daughter.

The bottom of the white porcelain bottle smashed a hole in Jiang Wan's left eyebrow bone, and the wound looked terrifying, but it was nothing serious. Jiang Wan smiled and coping with the care of those neighbors and aunts in the past, and went to the health center below the community to bandage.

Jiang Wan, who came out of the health center, had a sad face, and felt that it didn't take long for the sweat to soak the bandaged yarn cotton. Jiang Wan stretched out her left hand and wiped the sweat around the gauze, thinking of what the nanny said, Mother Chen stayed here because Chen Ge's death was too hard.

Jiang Wan thought about it for a while, and decided to wait until it was late when Mother Chen went to sleep and come to see it again. She always suspected that something was not right, Chen Ge cared about her mother so much, it was impossible for her to commit suicide because she couldn't think about it for a while, and Chen's father didn't want to say more on the phone.

Chen Ge's school suppressed the matter, and did not cause any big news in Huachen City, so now she is the only one who goes to Chen Ge's house to check and see if there are any other clues.

After entering the house of Texas, Jiang Wan casually pulled a few mouthfuls of foreign food, the air conditioning inside blew her hair dizzy, Jiang Wan came out and squatted at the door, and felt that the June day was really stuffy.

The people on the street all had stiff faces, and the walking dead were dangling in the stinging heat.

It's easy to wait for the sun to sink down, Jiang Wanqu's squatting legs are no longer conscious, she unfolded the letter and looked at it again, put it into her bag again, and walked in the direction of the community.

When stepping on the alley that must be passed, Jiang Wan felt that time at this moment seemed to be cut off, and the afterglow of the sunset disappeared cleanly, replaced by a swarthy depression, and countless black dots seemed to be attached to the retina.

She had walked the alley many times, but none of them felt the same as this one. Jiang Wan felt as if she had hit an evil spirit, and watched her body that had lost control walk towards an alley in the middle of the alley, and at the end of the twists and turns was a house.

Jiang Wan pulled out her hand and saw her hairy little arm driving her right hand, and the ghost sent the god to open the door of someone's house.

The dark red door is smaller than the normal door, with only one. It's not like the front door, it's like the back door of an ancient house. The old brass hinge, with its 'rubbing' sound, is even more eerie at night.

Unlike her dementia behavior, Jiang Wan's mind is becoming clearer and clearer, and she can almost predict that the latest report tomorrow is that a female college student of a certain school broke into a private house late at night and was sent to the public security department by enthusiastic people.

The narrow door was opened, Jiang Wan lowered her head and took a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed the gauze on her forehead, trying to calm the nerves a little.

At this time, a fluffy 'thing' at his feet squeezed over, Jiang Wan's instep could feel a chill through the canvas fabric, Jiang Wan covered her mouth and looked at the ground, it turned out to be a bald black cat.

She is not superstitious, and under the banner of the glory of socialism, she is determined to be an objective materialist with five stresses and four beauties, so naturally she doesn't think this black cat is very different.

Jiang Wan patted her chest, ready to sneak out while no one found out. Who knew that as soon as he looked up, he saw that there was a hole in this narrow door.

The small courtyard is lush and green, and the greenery facilities are excellent. But that's not the point, the point is that there are people in the hospital, and there are quite a lot of people...... They all looked at her as an intruder.

At two o'clock, the woman with pursed lips had black and soft hair, and was wearing a white brocade cheongsam, with slender and elegant curves, dressed in an old-fashioned style. She was obviously also observing Jiang Wan, but there was not the slightest change in expression on her face. If it weren't for the fact that the moonlight was too bright and clean, and the woman's gray eyes were too penetrating, Jiang Wanbao would not be able to give birth to a masterpiece comparable to 'Luo Shen Fu'.

At eleven o'clock, another woman with her legs wrapped in a knee-length red dress, her cloud-like hair rolling a few sides as if out of thin air, clustered towards her sleek goose egg face. If you ignore the strips of countless turquoise hairs that flickered behind her, Jiang Wan thought that this woman would definitely have the ability to "cry and cry for the six armies, and be angry at the crown".

The white cat on the left with a tea cup on the tree, the rich orange cat on the right gobbling apples, and the water cat on the ground bathing in a barrel with a comfortable face?

Directly opposite, the three of them hugged the thick tree, and on a narrow branch that stretched out, a parrot with blue hair or green hair stood on one leg, and the pair of bright signs was comparable to a 300-watt light bulb.

And in the middle of these things, a chaise longue is randomly placed. The young man on the chaise longue turned his face sideways, and the shadow of the tree obscured the other half of the young man's exposure through the moonlight.

The young man crossed Erlang's legs, his right leg was stacked on his left leg, and the hand holding the armrest was holding a green cigarette stick, and his attitude was definitely not friendly.

"Handsome guy, I'm sorry, let's go...... Gone wrong. Jiang Wan showed a standardized smile of the eight teeth learned in the etiquette class, and the management person could not see it, and the etiquette was in place. She raised her hands and said hello to the relatively normal-looking "person" on the recliner, and at the same time took a half-step back with her right leg, turned around and prepared to step out.

"Handsome guy?" the man on the recliner raised his eyebrows, and a little tearful mole at the end of his eyes became vivid, and he propped his elbow on the armrest, but the man was still paralyzed.

Before Jiang Wan's hand touched the narrow door, the door slammed shut in front of her, and her nose was able to avoid another accident.

The moment Jiang Wan turned around with the corners of her mouth, she felt that she was in trouble.