He inserted the key in, unblocked, and even too tightly closed, and opened it with a slight twist.

The heart was pounding in his ear, as if urging something, and dust fell when he pushed the door open.

His feet creaked on the messy books on the ground, and he looked at him flatly, thinking, what the hell was that man going to show him?

I walked around the room, I didn't find any usable information when I flipped left and right, except for the book, I saw some old objects, Xu put five fingers into my hair, slammed back, and as soon as my hand fell, the hair strands that were forcibly backed scrambled back to return to their original positions.

Could it be that this thing isn't in this house at all?

He then dismissed the idea, and if the collection room had nothing to do with it, the key could not be explained, unless the man played tricks on him on a whim.

He took a deep breath, took a step towards the window, kicked the messy books on the ground with a bang, Xu Fang looked down for a few seconds, and then turned around and looked around the whole room, he found that the most different place in the whole room is the corner of the southwest direction, the room is really messy, all the books are piled together in a mess, only the pile is different, all are books about photography, about a dozen, although they are thrown at random, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like someone has deliberately classified it.

Is that trying to cover up something and then use it to remind those who come after it?

Xu Fang lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, the white smoke spilled out of his thin lips, he squinted, walked over, crouched down, and pushed away the stacked books with his hands, but disappointingly, there was nothing underneath.

Holding the cigarette in his mouth, Xu Fang's eyes fell on the pile of books, and when he saw something, he suddenly smiled.

I took out a copy and opened it, and almost half of the paper was filled with a rectangular hole in the middle.

There, there's a videotape, the old-fashioned kind.

There is a video camera on the left-hand shelf of the door, and when he was a child, he tinkered with this thing, disassembled the parts and assembled them, and he has not forgotten how to play it until now.

The door was closed with a backhand, the strap was activated, and there was a snowflake on the screen first, and the sound was extremely unstable.

Xu Fang squatted on the ground, holding a cigarette in his hand, and smoked one by one while waiting, and when he was about to finish smoking, the screen suddenly turned black, and then a white light was cut from the middle, like a curtain that was opened by someone on both sides before the big play.

The next moment, the contents made Xu Fang's pupils suddenly constrict, and the cigarette butt burning with sparks was burned on his index finger without realizing it.

He only felt as if his throat was choked, he couldn't make a sound, cold sweat was dripping behind him, he stared at the picture, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were tightly pressed.

Syllable.

There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his eyes were dark, like snowflakes on the screen imprinted in his eyes, and he was hazy.

He frowned and tried to turn around, but his behavior was as stiff as frozen slow motion.

Then someone strangled his neck with his arm, and the arm tightened violently, and the back of his head was pressed against a hard chest, and the man's breath was in his ear, and his hand was so strong that he could kill him if he tried harder.

*

"Hey. A clear female voice exploded in the silent space, and the man turned around, and before he could see who it was, he received a heavy blow to the head, and You Li raised his hand, and the handle of the dagger in his hand quickly smashed into the man's neck.

". The man's voice was low and cold, he held back the dizziness of his head, and held You Li's wrist holding the dagger with his backhand and twisted it in the opposite direction, You Li was in pain, kicked on the man's side waist, and rode on the man's neck with his slender arms, and leaned back his whole body.

The man only felt that his throat bones were about to be clipped, his eyes were fierce, and he held You Li's arms with both hands, and then the whole person fell backwards, and the two of them fell straight back.

At the last moment, You Li lowered his head suddenly, and then his back hit the ground, falling on the solid floor tiles, and his back vertebrae hit hard, You Li gritted his teeth and sweated in pain.

The man who fell down with her, almost the whole person made her as a meat pad, got up quickly, You Li held the dagger in his right hand and swung it violently, directly scratching the man's back, the man bent his elbow and smashed on You Li's wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

The man got up, grabbed the dagger, and stared at her with a dead eye, but in half a second, Yuli felt like a century had passed.

The labor pain in her chest made her breath feel bloody.

The man wore a black mask, a black brimmed hat on his head, his sideburns showed very short hair roots, and his eyes were very fierce, but to Yuli's surprise, he didn't do anything to her, just turned around and picked up the video camera on the ground, and broke out of the window with her dagger.

You Li realized it later, and a cold sweat broke out on her back, if she hadn't lowered her head just now, then it was not the backbone that was in close contact with the ground but the back of the head.

Presumably, he is not paralyzed and died.

If that person was stabbed down, she would have absolutely no chance of survival.

After resting in place for a while, You Li felt that the pain had passed, got up and turned his neck, and then walked to Xu Fang's side.

The man's neck was strangled red, but that was clearly not the reason for his fainting.

You Li held his neck with one hand, twisted his head with the other, and the black hair on the back of his head was wet, rubbing his hand lightly, and red blood covered with palm prints.

……

'God x desktop, after the end of this trip, go back to Shanghai to buy, to Xiaofang. ’

'There are 25 days left until Xiaofang's birthday. ’

Signature at bottom right, June 22, 2002.

On June 23, the day when the Yue Opera Troupe was supposed to perform on stage, it was the cold corpse of his father on the stage.

The picture gradually distorted, severe pain came, Xu Fang covered his head with both hands, and Yingting's facial features wrinkled.

Then someone grabbed his hand and called him one by one, "Xu Fang, Xu Fang?"

At first, he thought it was far away, but as his consciousness slowly cleared, the voice became clearer and clearer, and he let go of his frown and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as the half word of "You ......" was finished, his voice became hoarse, and the suffocating feeling of being caught in someone's chest and arms seemed to be still there.

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

"Why are you here?"

"Surprised?"

Xu Fang: "......"