"What?"

This time it was my turn to be surprised. At this moment I feel that my whole face is stiff, and if I were to look in the mirror, I can definitely see a white and stiff face at this moment.

"Don't say it, Xiaoying, please"

Li Qing was almost about to cry, as if trying her best to hide her convulsions.

"Li Qing, you're crying."

I wasn't sure how to reach out and want to hold Li Qing in front of me.

"Xiaoying, I need to be quiet, I'll go first."

Li Qing lowered his head and said this to me, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

"Smack!"

Listening to the sound of the door being slammed shut, my mood began to become heavy, I called the unit, asked for leave, and the whole person fell on the bed thinking about what Li Qing just said, could it be that something really happened to Zhang Qiang, otherwise Li Qing would never be so flustered and out of control, but if something really happened to Zhang Qiang, how could I, who is Li Qing's best friend, not know? And if it's really like what Li Qing said, then who I saw last night, is it really a hell of a night.

Thinking of this, I really can't think about it, calling is the best way for me to verify the truth at this moment, as a half-hung trainee policeman, I can't get other information, but if I want to know the list of people who have recently gone to the crematorium, it's too simple, raise my hand and dial a phone casually, and the other party will soon be connected. From the other end of the phone I learned a terrifying truth.

That's right, Zhang Qiang is gone, and he was killed on the street one night after a car accident ten days ago. The whole process happened very suddenly, and he didn't even give the doctor a chance to save him, so he said no, and just like that, he was gone.

Putting down the phone in his hand stiffly on the surface, standing there with cold limbs, at this moment I don't even dare to think about whether it was Zhang Qiang who talked to me last night, but what kind of feeling is that cold touch, is it really just an illusion of me?

But what about that strange singing, my heart was now out of control, and even what little sanity I had was about to be completely wiped out.

I sat in front of the bed without eating for a whole day, but I couldn't think of what happened, and I was tired from thinking about it.

Suddenly, the book from last night flashed in my mind, and when I heard the song, it was also when I found the book, and the two seemed to be connected in disguise with a strange curved line, and I wrote down a series of events from the hospital to the time I went home on the paper in front of the desk, and finally the whole person stared at the paper in my hand and pondered, from the coma to the discharge home, then the messy house, and finally to the strange book and the midnight song, of course, the most important thing to say, Zhang Qiang's sudden appearance, If I calmly say that I saw a ghost last night, then I would rather believe that it was Zhang Qiang who appeared in my hallucination. But this is such a far-fetched reason, it is difficult for even me to convince myself.

Raising his hand unnaturally to caress the arm that was grabbed by Zhang Qiang last night, the touch is more and more like being caught by a ghost in a thriller.

After shaking violently, I lifted my feet to find the only thing I could capture in the whole affair, and that was the old book without a name.

As he spoke, he came to the small study, turned on the light, and looked around habitually, and then walked to the table to check the book.

But when I saw the neatly arranged tabletop, my brain instantly seemed to crack, and the book I had placed on the table was as if it had never existed at all, and it was gone.

It was obviously placed in this position last night, why is it missing today, maybe there has never been a book in the study, but it has indeed been seen by me. The only thing I know for sure at this point is that I did try to open the uncovered book last night, but I was attracted by the sudden singing.

Without the existence of this book, what happens next would not be objective.

Once again, my mind was completely disturbed, and at this point I even suspected that I myself was suffering from a psychosis called paranoia. Of course, this is another conjecture of mine. Nor can it be used as an escape from the fact that I hallucinate or see that kind of reality.

The sky is gradually darkening, and I haven't come up with a good explanation to convince myself, I don't think Li Qing will come back tonight, otherwise she wouldn't have given me a call at such a late hour. Tiredly raised his hand and rubbed his temples, poured a cup of tea and took a sip, which would be ordinary if it were ordinary, but at this moment I always felt that even drinking tea would have a strange irritability.

Unconsciously, I lay on the table and gradually closed my eyes, of course, when I woke up again, I don't know very well, I just feel that everything around me is getting darker and darker.

"Wang Ying, Wang Ying, are you awake?"

"Who?"

I looked around vigilantly, trying to find out who was the voice, but I couldn't find it.

"You don't have to look for it, I'm Zhang Qiang."

At the same time, the door of the study was pushed open with some force, and Zhang Qiang was standing there.

"Zhang Qiang!"

I was also shocked, I was never mentally prepared for the sudden appearance of Zhang Qiang in front of me, and in the phone call to contact the crematorium that morning, the other party had accurately told me that Zhang Qiang was already a dead man, but at this moment he was standing in front of me alive.

"You don't have to be afraid, it can be seen that you already know, yes, I am not alive at the moment, but I am not here to hurt you, I just want to tell you something."

Although he said such things, it was still difficult for me to dispel the worries in my heart at the moment. He looked at me like this and did not walk towards me, but stood in the door and waited for me to speak.

"What's the matter?"

What I never expected was that the feeling in my heart at this moment was not just fear, but more of a desire to find the truth from the mouth of Zhang Qiang, who had died.

"It seems that you don't remember much anymore, but I want to remind you that Li Qing was gone the night after your father's death, and no matter how much I searched, I never found her, and the next time she appeared was the day after you were lying in the hospital again."

I didn't understand what he said very well, and I could even say that I was a little more confused about what he was going to explain to me. His brows furrowed unnaturally, he opened his mouth lightly, and lowered his voice to speak: "What exactly do you want to say?" ”