Cheng Xiaoxi sat up, and the lamp at the head of the bed emitted a faint yellow light, which made her feel a little frightened.

There has been no news from Yang Fan. This made her feel very uneasy. Recently, Cheng Xiaoxi's parents have been putting pressure on her again. It made her feel helpless.

Cheng Xiaoxi curled up and looked at the photo in his hand. That photo was taken when he and Yang Fan went to Huangshan. In the photo, Yang Fan is standing beside him with a bright smile. Behind is the welcome pine of Yellow Mountain.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoxi's tears fell.

With a "snap", the window suddenly rang, and it seemed that something had collided with it. How can something fly to the window in the middle of winter?

Cheng Xiaoxi put down the photo and walked to the window. It was very windy and cold outside the window. Cheng Xiaoxi was just about to close the curtains, but suddenly took a step back. There was a man standing outside. Wearing a white hospital gown, his whole body trembled.

Cheng Xiaoxi took a closer look, and it turned out to be Yang Fan. The impact sound just now should have been made by him.

Cheng Xiaoxi held her breath and suppressed the excitement in her heart. She crept out of the living room with her clothes on, for fear of waking her parents up if she wasn't paying attention.

Yang Fan stood downstairs and saw Cheng Xiaoxi come out, he hugged her, panting deeply, his lips trembling violently.

"Yang Fan, how are you, how are you ......" Cheng Xiaoxi didn't finish a sentence, and her tears were like beads with broken threads, and she couldn't stop it.

Yang Fan said the matter briefly: his illness has been cured, and there is nothing at all. However, the people in the hospital did not believe him. Let him take medicine every day, he can't consume it anymore, so he escaped. But he didn't know where he could go. He was afraid to go home and be discovered, and he didn't have a penny on him. Therefore, apart from Cheng Xiaoxi, she didn't know who else could help him.

In the end, Cheng Xiaoxi decided to take Yang Fan to his home.

Yang Fan fell asleep.

Cheng Xiaoxi gently stroked his face, as if looking at a piece of fine porcelain. How many times has she expected Yang Fan to lie quietly beside her like this.

Yang Fan seemed to be too tired and soon let out a slight snoring sound.

Cheng Xiaoxi put her lips to his forehead and kissed it gently. An inexplicable warm current rushed up from the bottom of my heart. She heard Yang Fan's voice tremble, then turned around and hugged her. The fire of passion burned in the bodies of the two people. Cheng Xiaoxi felt that she had floated into the clouds, as if she had fallen into an untouchable time and space. There was only the sound of coarse panting and boiling breathing. Her whole body was almost stiff.

Bite. Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang. Cheng Xiaoxi and Yang Fan were startled at the same time, and the two of them sat up at once.

There was the sound of Tiratila's footsteps in the living room. Then my mother's voice sounded outside the door of the house, "Xiaoxi, your phone." It's so late, really. ”

Cheng Xiaoxi lowered her head slightly, hurriedly buttoned the pajamas, opened the door a small gap and walked out, and closed the door casually.

Yang Fan inhaled hard and fell onto the bed. A heavy sense of guilt arose. He beat his forehead and cursed in his heart, what am I doing? I'm crazy. At this time, I was still thinking nonsense.

There was a knock on the door. Cheng Xiaoxi walked in and carefully locked the door again.

"I ......" Yang Fan wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"It's a friend. Originally, we made an appointment to go out together, but it turned out to be ......" Cheng Xiaoxi pulled the bangs on her forehead and smiled.

"It's all my fault, alas!" Yang Fan said with some self-reproach.

"Not really. Originally, I was worried about you. It just so happened that the friend said that he had participated in a spiritual meeting and made a wish for help. So, I thought about praying for you. ”

"Spirits? What spirits? Yang Fan sat up straight.

"It seems to have been initiated by some free people on the Internet, and I don't know the specifics. All I know is that their president seems to be called a 'prophet.' Cheng Xiaoxi whispered.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment. It's the Spiritual Society again. This made Yang Fan suddenly remember what his cousin said in the café. He sighed and leaned back on the bed in deep thought.

Cheng Xiaoxi looked at him with a stunned look, and gently leaned over to lean beside him. The two men were silent.

Outside the window, the moonlight reflected on the windowsill, as bright and quiet as snow. However, Yang Fan's heart was not calm at all.

At dawn, Cheng Xiaoxi woke up. Yang Fan beside him didn't know when he was gone. She couldn't help but be a little stunned. Was everything real last night? Or did you have a dream yourself?

"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, come out quickly." Outside the door, there was another anxious shout from my mother.

Cheng Xiaoxi reluctantly put on her clothes and walked out.

Two policemen sat in the living room. Seeing Cheng Xiaoxi, they stood up.

The person who came was from the provincial criminal investigation team. They received a call from the hospital, saying that Yang Fan had escaped late at night, so they asked about the situation. When my mother heard the news of Yang Fan's escape, she couldn't help but start nagging, what a sin, how did she find such a boyfriend and make trouble for the family.

What Cheng Xiaoxi didn't expect was that the two policemen actually took advantage of her mother's topic to start teaching her, saying that Yang Fan did not obey the hospital's treatment, and if he still had the hypnotic sequelae of "Death" on his body, it would be a very serious harm to society. So, hopefully she'......

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't listen, turned her head and went back to her room. Behind him, there was an angry reprimand and a gentle apology from his mother. Lying on the bed, Cheng Xiaoxi finally realized Yang Fan's mood. He was right, if he didn't escape, there would be no way out. She believed that Yang Fan's spirit was normal, and the warmth of last night seemed to be still in front of her. Cheng Xiaoxi closed her eyes happily.

The year he graduated from the police academy, Yang Fan decided to be a good policeman. However, he never imagined that one day he would run for his life.

Winter in the north, gloomy and gloomy. There are already early risers busy on the streets. Some are exercising, and some are hurrying to work.

Yang Fan stopped at a phone booth on the side of the road, looked around cautiously, and then broadcast a call. After a long time, he hung up in disappointment. He never imagined that Gao Cheng's phone would be turned off one day.

He has known Gao Cheng for three years, and no matter when, Gao Cheng's phone will not and cannot be turned off. Even if the phone is lost, Gaocheng will reopen it in the fastest time. Now, however, his phone does not work.

Yang Fan pulled out the IC card and put up the collar of the windbreaker. The clothes were given to him by Cheng Xiaoxi before, but he never wore them because they were too big, and he left them on Cheng Xiaoxi's side. Unexpectedly, now it comes in handy.

When he walked to the door of his house, Yang Fan saw two policemen walking out of the house.

They had already found out that he had escaped. Yang Fan quickly understood, turned around and hid in the alley next to him. The mother stood at the corner of the street and saw off the two policemen and did not leave for a long time.

Yang Fan knew that his mother must be worried about himself. He really wanted to go out, but according to his mother's character, she would definitely send Yang Fan back to the nursing home.

Yang Fan watched his mother stagger home. His tears welled up. Holding back the sadness in his heart, Yang Fan turned around and left.

The morning breeze blew in his face, and Yang Fan's mind suddenly became extremely clear. Since the police have found the family, they must have looked for Cheng Xiaoxi. Could it be that Gao Cheng was also monitored, and he was afraid that he would call him, so he turned off the phone?

Yang Fan walked slowly and unknowingly, and unconsciously came to Daxue Road.

In a remote corner, Yang Fan sat down. Now, he has an embattled feeling. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a hard puff. Smoke curls up and swirls in front of your eyes.

Suddenly, a small door behind him opened. Then came a group of people inside. Yang Fan was stunned, and hurriedly covered his face and stood up.

The group of people didn't seem to see Yang Fan, and just walked forward. They all had red eyes, but they looked very excited. "Don't say it, this 'prophet' is really powerful. You can see through my secrets at a glance. One girl said in surprise to another girl next to her.

"Yes, when it's time for the exam, let's ask the 'prophet' for help, won't everything be fine?"

"Next time I come to the funeral, I will definitely call the other friends. Let them see and learn. ”

Prophet? Could it be that these people just participated in the spiritual meeting that my cousin said? Yang Fan paused.

Soon, a group of people walked away.

Yang Fan walked over lightly and took a look, and there seemed to be a hole in the small door. After thinking about it, Yang Fan bent down and got in.

A gravel-paved path winds its way forward, flanked by discarded stones. It seems that this is the backyard of an abandoned stone factory. What kind of spiritual meeting is that, and how can it be held here? Yang Fan had a little doubt in his heart.

Walking to the end of the corridor, Yang Fan heard a quarrel coming from inside.

"Let me see the Prophet again! I still have questions to ask. The voice was somewhat familiar. Yang Fan bent down to look and saw a man arguing loudly with an old man. Because the distance is too far, I can't see it clearly.

"Wait for next time! The Spiritual Society has dispersed. The old man simply rejected him.

The man seemed to be a little unwilling, and wanted to say something, but was pushed out by the old man.

Yang Fan hurriedly hid next to the corridor. When the man walked out, Yang Fan poked his head over and took a look, and was stunned. He hurriedly ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

The man turned around abruptly, and one fell over the shoulder, slamming Yang Fan to the ground.

Yang Fan shouted out suddenly. Seeing Yang Fan on the ground, the man was also stunned.

"Captain, you, you're doing this to me!" Yang Fan snorted and got up from the ground.

"How can it be you! Yang Fan. The man happily hugged Yang Fan.

He turned out to be Gao Cheng.