Jiang Xian dragged his tired body into the house, and it was dark again, thinking that Song Zanghai must be on duty again. He didn't plan to take it in the living room, and he didn't bother to turn on the light, so he went straight to the room, and suddenly a strange voice came from the darkness, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xian was startled, his body stiffened, and he thought that it could not be a thief in the house, but after pondering for three seconds, he felt that how could the thief speak when the master returned.

This reminded him that when he moved in, Du Luoyue told her the story about the 18th floor, and he was instantly scared into a cold sweat, this 18th floor can't really be haunted. Although Jiang Xian went to medical school, he belonged to medical photography, and he had never seen a corpse or dissected a corpse, and every time he passed by the autopsy laboratory during college, he was terrified, for fear that a certain corpse in the wooden box would suddenly deceive the corpse.

At this time, she was even more in and out, and the only way was to quickly turn on the lights, and then go to Du Luoyue's house to see if anyone was home. He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, rushed to the door to turn on all the lights in the living room, looked around, and found Song Zanghai lying lazily on the sofa, still covered with his blanket.

"Ah, you're sick, why don't you turn on the lights at home. ”

"Scared you, haha, did you think it was haunted just now?" Song Zanghai laughed heartily.

"Do you think that's fun?" Jiang slanted and roared.

"It's boring that after all these years, you're still so cowardly. ”

"You think it's fun, don't you? ”

"It's not fun, no wonder the professor always says that you are very talented, but you can't restrain the fear of ghosts. Song Zanghai began to babble again.

"I hope there won't be a second time with this boring joke. Jiang Xian said very seriously.

"Maybe it's 18 floors, it's not just the 18 layers of hell that Cantonese legends say, but it's really haunted, otherwise you think 18 floors are so cheap in this area?" Song Zanghai said seriously.

At this time, Jiang Xian felt that he was a little fluttering, his feet didn't know whether it was the floor or the weird white bones, he was a little scared, he gently walked to Song Zanghai and sat down, and after spending 30 seconds calming down, he pretended to be calm and said, "Such a childish joke, don't start it again in the future." ”

"I'm not kidding, otherwise no one would buy or rent this 18-story house?"

"Then aren't you human?" Jiang Xian gritted his teeth.

"I'm a doctor, I don't believe that there are ghosts in this world at all, and the one opposite, your ex-girlfriend, whether she believes that there are ghosts in this world or not, shouldn't you know better than me?" Song Zanghai knocked on Jiang Xian's chest, blinked his eyes, and pretended to be teasing.

Jiang Xian was stunned for a while, although he was very scared, but he still didn't show it in his words, "Okay, I think it's a pity that you don't want to be a screenwriter." ”

After speaking, he immediately turned around and left, and Song Zanghai immediately shouted when he saw that Jiang Xian was leaving, "If you don't want to know what that dream Luo Yue has been having lately, you can withdraw." ”

Every time he heard Du Luoyue's name, Jiang Xian's nerves all over his body were lifted, and he turned around and looked at Song Zanghai who was looking lazily, "If you have a fart, let it go, Lao Tzu is very tired today and is going to take a bath, so I don't have time to talk to you here." ”

"Luo Yue often gets lost in a small forest in her dreams, at first she runs hand in hand with the boy, and then the two unconsciously let go of their hands, and then the boy calls her name in the forest, but she is obviously in front of the boy, but the boy never sees her, and she can't see the boy's face clearly, it has always been a blurry ......."

"Okay, don't say it, I see. Jiang Xian interrupted Song Zanghai's words.

"You know what, Song Zanghai tensed his nerves. ”

"The boy in white is me, and you know that small forest is the mountain behind our school, that place is smoky all year round, very humid, and a little gloomy, but Luo Yue likes it very much, she often goes there to take pictures, and she can take pictures of the deep mountains and old forests, but I don't worry about her going alone, so every time I accompany her, only me and her know. Jiang Xian began to fall into the memory, and there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"So, Luo Yue's meeting started with your best time?"

"If you want to explain it that way, you can do that. ”

"Then you're going to have a problem now. ”

Jiang Xian put away the faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "What's the problem?"

"Luo Yue began to recover her memory by herself, you have to accept it if you don't accept it. ”

Speaking of this problem, Jiang Xian was distressed, he grabbed his hair and buried his head very low, not knowing how to face it, once Du Luoyue remembered something, it would definitely bring her infinite pain, and the two of them would be completely strangers.

"You don't have to answer me in a hurry, of course, now you are no longer a question you can choose, the facts are already in front of you, you should think about it during this time, and think about how you should accept it. Song Zanghai said bitterly.

"Hmm. Jiang leaned up and went back to the room.

"This matter, I think it is necessary for you to only take Zhang Chaosheng, after all, he is now Luo Yue's boyfriend, and he has the right to know all this. Song Zanghai said to Jiang Xian's back.

Jiang Xian dropped the cold "I know" and entered the house.

Song Zanghai muttered, "It's still the emperor who is not in a hurry to be a eunuch." ”

After speaking, he got up and walked to the window to draw the curtains, looking at the city of Beijing under the black canopy, there are no bright lights, and there is no quiet and far-reaching countryside, just in between, like a kind old father.

A few days later.

In the middle of the night, Su Jingyi was sleeping at home, and the mobile phone suddenly rang to wake her up, she opened the phone in a daze and saw that it was a WeChat message from Gao Fan, "I'm downstairs at your house, is it convenient to go up?"

Su Jingyi was shocked, seeing that the time was three o'clock in the middle of the night, she had known Gao Fan for so many years, and she had never seen him send a message in the middle of the night. And it was downstairs at her house, and she thought to herself: It's not that the mobile phone number has been stolen, or go back early, at least you can meet in a crowded place during the day.

Suddenly, she remembered that Zhao Qingling came to her a few days ago, saying that Gao Fan was gone, it was possible to come out in the middle of the night and pretend to be a ghost, in case, it would be so cold outside, and she would freeze to death.

Just as she was about to reply to the message, she sorted out the logic again, thinking that as the boss of a company, how could she let herself be frozen outside. In order to ensure the safety of her personal and property, she decided to turn off her phone and go to bed immediately, and get up tomorrow morning to reply to messages.

Suddenly, a WeChat call came in, and at this time, Su Jingyi felt that there should be something important, so she immediately answered the phone, but she didn't say anything first.