November 9, 2013, 2:03 a.m., Box No. 1 of Jinsha Nightclub.

I felt a little hungry and ate a piece of Ouyang Huan's birthday cake indiscriminately. Stretched out his hand and motioned for the two nightclub princesses who had been standing all night, to come and have a bite to eat......

Ouyang Huan's face suddenly turned pale and he looked nervous, pointed to my side and said, "Mr. Cao, who is that person next to you? I haven't seen it today, when did you come?"

Wu Wangjing is Shang Wenlin next to him, Lin Yi is next to him, and Sima Wei is holding Ouyang Huan, how can there be anyone around me? I don't turn my head, I turn my head and I am in the middle of the plan, this kind of scary little trick has long been commonplace in nightclubs in order to create an atmosphere.

On the other side, Wu Wangjing and Shang Wenlin looked at me blankly, their faces solemn. I didn't turn my head, I just stretched out my left hand and leaned back.

Suddenly, a hand took hold of mine, a hand that was cold and boneless.

I jumped up, jumped a few meters away, and turned back in horror. Lin Yi behind him looked innocent and pitiful, pointing at the integrity with his finger, and the integrity looked proud, as if to say, who asked you to dismantle my platform.

The room was full of laughter and toasts that scared me. Only Lin Yi looked aggrieved, only I was thinking, why are her hands so cold to the bone?

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On November 9, 2013, at 3:35 a.m., Xuancheng Jinsha Nightclub, the guests and hosts were happy, the song ended and everyone dispersed, and each other cherished.

Sima sent Ouyang, ethics sent Lin Yi, Wu Wangjing sent Shang Wenlin, rhymed, I was alone, standing on the middle road of the stacked mountains to take a taxi.

It was windy, the street was a little cold, and a van was unloading at the newsstand on the corner.

The car door is open, the car radio is broadcasting Alan Tam's love in late autumn, if you can't avoid parting, I would like to be able to look back for you in style, just because I don't deserve it, how to stay together?

"A copy of the Xuancheng Daily," I handed the stall owner five dollars, and said, "No need to look for it." ”

The stall owner was a dark-skinned old man with a face full of vicissitudes of time, with a somewhat obscene expression, his small eyes narrowed, and he squeezed out a strange smile and said, "Thank you, sir, good people are rewarded." The old man had a cigarette in his mouth, his yellow teeth bared, and he coughed and laughed strangely. This laughter is really worse than crying, and it wafts in the cold wind of the early morning, which makes me shudder.

In the taxi, I opened the newspaper, on May 8, 2016 at more than 10 o'clock in the morning, a fire broke out in a shop called "Chef Fried Rice" near the four small gates of Xuancheng City, the fire engulfed the two storefronts of the store, and the losses were heavy, fortunately there were no casualties, and the cause of the fire is under investigation.

I was amazed, what was going on? This was a newspaper two years later, reporting on two years later? I felt cold, as if suddenly a hand was holding my hand, a hand that was cold to the bone.

"Thank you," I asked the driver, "what day is today?"

I sat in the passenger seat, and the driver didn't answer me, maybe because he was very tired at this point, or maybe he was too drunk to answer.

I boredly pulled out my cigarette case, handed one to the driver, and said, "Refreshment?"

The driver was a little impatient, obviously unhappy, and said, "Sir, no smoking is allowed in the car." ”

"I'll just smoke, it's a hundred and one packs of cigarettes. "I'm a little unreasonable with the strength of alcohol, unlike my usual self.

The driver looked slightly angry, raised his voice and said: "Even if it is a thousand packs of cigarettes, the rules are the rules!"

"The rule is dead, but people are alive," I said, "It's so late, there is someone all over the world to walk with you, fate is right?"

The driver looked at me strangely and said, "Sir, you haven't drunk too much, have you?"

"You've just drunk too much," I said, "I, I have a good amount of wine, starting with one bottle, two catties will not fall, and three bowls will not be enough." ”

The driver looked at me sympathetically, sighed and said, "I don't smoke, you can smoke if you want." ”

"If you tell me to smoke it and I won't smoke it, it's so shameless," I began to be nonsensical and said, "Either smoke together or don't." ”

It may have been my mischief that distracted the driver, and he drove at full speed until he reached the intersection only to find that the traffic instructions were red lights, and the emergency braking accompanied by the harsh sound of metal grinding was uncomfortable to listen to, and reminded me of the word death of grief.

"How did you drive ......" The words of the car were not spoken, and from the mirror in the car, I suddenly saw a person in the back seat, a woman in a big red cotton jacket seemed to be injured, lying there hunched over, I couldn't see her face.

"Is there anyone in your car?" I asked, horrified, "a woman!"

The driver was really angry and said loudly: "What's the hell, aren't you?"

"A wounded woman in a red cotton jacket. I said.

The driver simply turned off the engine, turned on the lights in the car, and said angrily: "Who is it? ”

I didn't dare to look back with fear, and my trembling voice showed strength: "There is really someone behind." ”

The driver turned his head and laughed angrily, "See for yourself," he said, "That's the fake hood I bought for my mother." ”

I looked back, and a wig was placed on a bright red cushion, like a man crouched in a chair in the dim light.

But from this angle, I could see the driver's face clearly, with a dark complexion, a mouth full of yellow teeth, two small eyes, and an obscene expression, exactly like the newsstand owner.

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On November 9, 2013, at 4:04 a.m., I finally got downstairs at home.

Lao Ge, who was dozing off in the security room, opened his eyes to greet me when he heard the movement: "Mr. Cao is so early?" He looked at my tired appearance and changed his words: "You came back so late?"

"It's okay, it's not dawn yet, you continue. I pressed the elevator to reply to him.

When the elevator was slowly rising, I found that the advertisement in the elevator had been replaced by a female star surnamed Fan at some point. I forgot to bring my phone when I went out yesterday morning, but I remember that there must have been no such ad at that time, and the previous advertiser's tone was green, with trees, flowers, and blue sky and white clouds. The female star was wearing a bright red off-the-shoulder one-piece dress, and the corners of her mouth moved, as if she was smiling at me.

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At 1:45 a.m. on November 10, 2013, I was woken up by a tight and slow ringing of my mobile phone.

I woke up all at once, the phone hadn't rang all day yesterday, and I had almost forgotten who it was supposed to be a prank. To pick up or not to pick it up now?

"Thank you!" I picked up the phone and decided to strike first. The person on the other side of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, obviously I robbed him of his lines. I smiled inwardly, and continued in a different tone: "What day is today?" The voice is intermittent, breathy, and mysterious in the desolation, I feel a little pity that I didn't choose a dubbing major back then.

"It's so cold here......" said the person on the phone, and the tone could even give a sense of his coldness and helplessness.

I admired his acting skills a little, and learned from his tone: "I'm so cold here." ”

"I'm really cold here, can you help me?" The person on the phone changed his tone of pleading, and I suddenly felt that although it was the same number as the call the day before yesterday, it was very likely that it was two people. The voice of the call the day before yesterday was bleak and a little weird, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the other party should be a woman in today's voice. For some reason, a figure of a person appeared in my mind, the quiet and delicate Lin Yi.

"How can I help you?" I asked, with a 180-degree turn, softening, sincere, and calm.

"If you can, we'll see you at 10 a.m. at the entrance of Maisha Square?" said the man on the phone.

"Okay, see you at ten, I'll sleep again. I said.

I covered the quilt and felt warm, I hadn't felt so calm in a long time. It's good to be a person, half-awake and half-asleep, I called a person's name, Lin Yi, supernatural?