"Miss Su, please forgive me for being like this, because I am in a very bad state, and I don't dare to look in the mirror. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The middle-aged man sat down and apologized.

He found it after seeing a story written by Su San about the mischief of the Riverside Building.

Listening to the voice, he was probably a middle-aged man, of medium height, with a very low top hat, wearing sunglasses, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

From the moment he came in, he lowered his head and introduced himself as Zhang Yongshou and a jewelry merchant.

"Miss Su, in fact, people really have foresight."

Zhang Yongshou said slowly.

"Is Mr. Zhang here to debate with me whether the foreknowledge is true or not?"

Su San pointed out in the article that the suicide scene that Miss B saw was just a prank by Miss S, the opposite resident, and the so-called foreknowledge was actually just a gimmick.

"I foresaw my own death."

Mr. Zhang lowered his head and clasped his hands together, as if he had made a lot of determination before speaking.

"Foresight?"

Su San brought him a cup of tea and motioned for him to continue.

"It's been more than a month in a row, and I dream that I jumped off the balcony whenever I lie down at night, and I was wearing a dark blue coat, and my leather shoes were taken off and put on the ground, like a big bird, and I threw myself to the earth with my arms outstretched, and my brain splashed everywhere. As soon as I close my eyes and have such a dream, I don't dare to look in the mirror these days, I am afraid that what appears in the mirror is not me, but a ghost. ”

"Where did you open the window?" How many floors? ”

"It's my own home, oh, I live on the fifth floor of the Amelon apartment."

"Amaron Apartment at 14 Gao'an Road?" Su San nodded, thinking that this Mr. Gao was really wealthy.

"Yes." The man rubbed his hands uneasily, "Miss Su, it is said that there are dreams every day and night, but it is terrible to dream for so long in a row, by the way, I still remember the time when I jumped off the building." Oh, it's a bit awkward to say that, I saw that the time of jumping off the building in my dream was 9:30 p.m. ”

"All dreams are jumping off buildings at this time?"

"Yes, the terrace of my house is very large, Miss Su, you also know this apartment, from our fifth floor is a duplex, my house has an open curved balcony, the view is very good, from there looking back, the clock hanging on the living room points to 9:30."

Mr. Zhang continued to reminisce.

"I walked to the balcony, oh, the floor tiles of my balcony are all yellow, the flower sills and window frames are white, the living room is lit on, the lights are reflected on the balcony, and the white flower stalks are also a little faint yellow. Then I stood on the balcony and looked back, and it was exactly 9:30 a.m., and I jumped on the ground with my face in the face. Oh my God, it's horrible, every detail is the same. ”

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he covered his head with both hands, looking very painful.

Su San thought of what happened to Aunt Guo and her husband back then, so she asked tentatively: "Then Mr. Zhang, have you ever offended anyone?" ”

"Offending someone? Miss Su, I am a person in the jewelry business, and I know the most about making money in our industry, and I think I have never offended anyone. It's just Miss Su, if I really offend someone, can he still control my dreams? ”

"Actually, I have encountered one incident in the past, that is, a couple was framed, and the person used a magical device to change the magnetic field of the house where the couple lived, and this change affected their brains, and the couple also started to have the same dream for a long time, and it was two people who had the same dream together."

"No, my wife didn't have this dream." Mr. Zhang sighed, "A person, when you close your eyes, you see yourself jumping off the building and dying, I have died so many times in my dreams, I am really going to collapse." Now that I think about it, maybe it was a prophetic dream, I knew my own death! ”

"Mr. Zhang, I suggest you go to St. Mary's Hospital, maybe you have been nervous recently, I can introduce the doctor......"

"Enough! Miss Su, I thought you could understand me, but I didn't think of it...... I can't imagine that Miss Su, who has seen all kinds of strange things in the legend, thinks that I am a psychopath! Mr. Zhang stood up angrily, walked quickly to the door, suddenly stood again, turned to Su San and bent down slightly and said, "I take my leave." ”

This is still an old-school gentleman, and although he is angry, he still restrains his emotions as he leaves.

Su San hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Zhang, I didn't mean that, I just think you might be thinking too much......"

But this Mr. Zhang has already opened the door and left.

Su San stood at the window, watched Mr. Zhang come out of the building, and waved a rickshaw.

After lunch, Su San was still a little worried about this Mr. Zhang Yongshou, so he checked his phone number at the telephone bureau according to the address he gave, and then dialed the phone.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"May I ask if it is Mr. Zhang Yongshou's house?"

"Yes, you are ......"

"I'm a journalist, oh, my surname is Su, is Mr. Zhang home?"

"Journalists? My husband is just a small businessman and doesn't give any interviews. ”

"Oh, you're Mrs. Zhang, here's the thing."

Su San talked about Mr. Zhang's visit in the morning, and the woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed: "Yes, Yongshou has told me several times, and I have been comforting him that he may not have a good rest, what should I do, Miss Su, will people go crazy if they continue like this." ”

"Mr. Zhang was a little angry when he left me, I wanted to explain, Mrs. Zhang, you should understand my thoughts, I sincerely suggest, Mr. Zhang's situation is better to go to the hospital for a check-up."

"I understand, Miss Su, you don't know, I also suggested this, but he is so angry, he is so angry, there is no way."

Mrs. Zhang on the other end of the phone seemed to have found a soulmate and began to complain to Su San.

Su San regretted that he was nosy, and hurriedly hung up the phone with a few vague greetings.

But as soon as the hand left the phone, the bell rang.

It can't be Mrs. Zhang's call, right?

Su San stared at the phone a little worried, and then secretly laughed that she was thinking too much: she didn't know my number here.

So Su San picked up the phone.

"Hey, Miss Su, come on, that little cui is really in trouble."

Miao Yi on the other end of the phone was a little anxious.

"Miao Yi, what's going on, you tell me slowly."

"I can't talk slowly, the boss will take us over, I am secretly reporting the news, Miss Su."

"I know, I remember your favor, I invite you to dinner, the riverside building is against you? I'll rush over there. ”

Su San rushed to the riverside building, and many people had already gathered downstairs.

Miao Yi stood at the door, iron-faced and selfless, and stopped everyone who was about to enter the building.

Someone asked: "Is it Miss Sun who loves to make trouble?" Lying to people again this time? ”

"No, it's really dead, Miss Bai on the other side saw it, and said that the face of the corpse was pasted on the window, and it was clearly Miss Sun."

Miao Yi waved his hand and shouted, "Miss Su, come forward." ”

Su San squeezed to the front from the crowd and saw a beautiful young lady with a pale face standing beside Miao Yi.

"This is Miss Bai, she is the one who predicted Xiaocui's death."

Miao Yi introduced.

"Miss Bai, last time you also saw the person on the opposite floor hanging?" Su San asked.

"Last time? Last time, I couldn't tell if the person who hanged herself was Miss Sun or a dummy. But this time, I can see it very clearly, that face is against the window, it is really Miss Sun, she is wearing the red dress of that day, oh my God, this time she is really dead! Miss Bai hugged her shoulders and shivered.

(To be continued.) )