May 1

The marriage certificate shows that Zhang Yi registered his marriage on this day, and the corpse card shows that Zhang Yi drowned on this day, and the sketches in the house leak studio show that he painted a whole day on this day.

It would have been a very outrageous contradiction that several things in different locations and would not overlap all happened on the same day, and now there are two bodies that inexplicably disappeared on May 1.

Let's put aside the two bodies that disappeared on May 1st, because they are not the same era as Zhang Yi after all, but it is very likely that one or two of the three things that happened to Zhang Yi at the same time on May 1st are untrue, because he can be sure that he does not have the ability to do the art of clones, so if it is not true, where is he lying?

It's a corpse card, or a marriage certificate, or a few paintings in the studio.

Zhang Yi kept tapping his fingers on the table, sorting out and summarizing the messy information in his mind, and finally he determined a direction to follow, starting with his life on May 1, to see which of the three things that happened to him was true and which was false.

If he knows which one is fake, it is to create an illusion for Zhang Yi to confuse Zhang Yi, then his purpose is undoubtedly to hide a truth, as long as this truth is found, the manipulator behind the scenes will surface, and the answer will be solved.

Zhang Yi stood up and put a few documents back into the portfolio, he decided to go to three places to find a few people next, one was her student Huang Ling, because she remembered very clearly that day he was painting in the studio and painted all day. The second place is where Li Xiaoya used to work, although Zhang Yi never asked her where she worked, but Zhang Yi still saw his badge information, which showed that the place where he worked was the entertainment club called Jinbi Brilliant on South Road in the city, where there must be her former colleagues to ask. The third place is the hospital where Zhang Yi woke up and ran out, go to find those doctors and ask him about the situation when he was still a corpse, of course, this place is the most difficult, and the risk is not small.

The three most convenient questions were the female student Huang Ling, and she happened to have her phone at hand, so Zhang Yi called Huang Ling and made an appointment to meet at Starbucks in Wanda Plaza at three o'clock in the afternoon.

After doing all this, Zhang Yi's mobile phone rang, and it looked old-fashioned.

"Hey, old man, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Zhang, did you see that those two brothers hanged themselves?"

"Hmm"

"Do you know how they died? Did you do it? ”

"No, but I don't care if they die, and it's none of my business, no, I suddenly remembered that they didn't care about my business until they died, otherwise it would be a matter of time before these two scourges were left behind."

These two scourges were a kind of harm to others and self-interest when they were still alive, and now that they are dead and have become wandering ghosts, they will definitely be eager to find a substitute to harm others.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi hung up the phone and touched the bone knife in his arms, he knew very well that the death of these two goods was definitely not his willingness to commit suicide, because ordinary people who live without heart and lungs are happier than anyone else and cherish their lives more.

But so what, Zhang Yi expects and even curses the two of them to die, so Zhang Yi thinks that no matter who does it, it is a great achievement to eliminate harm for the people.

Zhang Yi put the document bag under his mattress and was about to change clothes, when he suddenly felt a violent burning sensation in his hand sweep through his body, and he raised his right hand with a bang.

In his right palm, the word "A", which had become very clear and wrapped in a black circle, was constantly glowing with a red light, which was like a raging charcoal fire.

Zhang Yi clenched his hands into fists lightly, and the flame was gradually extinguished. This kind of thing has happened to him more than the first time, since he recovered Du Yu, but it was not so clear and burning before, but now the palm is like being burned.

Looking back, Zhang Yi found a very interesting problem, that is, he inexplicably took these things of dealing with suicide ghosts on himself and took them as a responsibility.

At first, the eradication of the wandering ghost was just to exchange benefits with the ghost, but later he has developed to the point where he thinks of a way to eradicate and solve the problem as soon as he sees the wandering ghost, as if this is his daily job.

He didn't know why he did this, and it was incredible to think about it even when he calmed down, but once he encountered a wandering ghost, he forgot everything, and he would always unconsciously wave the bone knife in his hand to deal with it.

And every time at this time, the bone knife in his arms, the word A in his palm will send out a response induction, and it will become more and more obvious.

"Maybe it's fate!"

Zhang Yi stood in front of the fitting mirror in the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and said silently.

The chiming chicken in the living room accurately reported the sound of three o'clock, which made Zhang Yi startled, he had been immersed in thinking and pondering since he came back in the morning, and he didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

According to his agreement with Huang Ling, he should meet her at Starbucks at this time, but at this moment he is still at home.

Zhang Yi hurriedly changed his shoes, sent a text message to Huang Ling, and hurriedly ran towards Wanda Plaza.

In a corner of the Starbucks restaurant, Huang Ling, wearing a beige top, sat quietly playing with her mobile phone.

"Hello, Huang Ling"

Zhang Yi said hello to him before he arrived.

Huang Ling looked up and saw that it was Zhang Yi who put down her phone excitedly and shouted, "Teacher, I'm here." As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately thought that this was in the restaurant, and when she saw that there were people around her looking at her, she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and a touch of crimson appeared on her face instantly.

Zhang Yi walked over with a smile, sat down opposite her, and asked gently, "What do you want to drink, the teacher has a treat." ”

"No need, teacher, I've already ordered it, and I also ordered your favorite vanilla coffee for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a waiter brought two cups of coffee and put them on their table, and Huang Ling immediately handed one of them respectfully to Zhang Yi.

The smell of vanilla coffee is really refreshing, but when you put it to your mouth, it feels extremely bitter and hard to swallow.

It's hard for Zhang Yi to imagine that he used to like this kind of thing, because at least he doesn't have a place for coffee in his current recipes, and he prefers tea when he is usually thirsty or leisurely, especially the rich Fujian Tieguanyin.

"Did the teacher like this kind of coffee before?" Zhang Yi took a sip of coffee lightly, and couldn't help but feel a thrill all over his body.

Huang Ling was drinking her coffee, and when she heard the teacher's question, he spit out the straw and smiled mischievously: "Yes, the teacher likes this vanilla coffee very much, and you said that you like this aromatic and not greasy feeling." ”

"Oh, when did you say that?"

Huang Ling tilted her head and muttered a contemplative gesture with her red little mouth, and after thinking for a long time, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her hair, frowned, and said, "Well, I really can't remember, but in my impression, you just like Starbucks vanilla coffee, and you don't like sweets very much, and drink lemonade when you don't drink coffee." ”

Coffee, lemonade these two things Zhang Yi can pat his chest to guarantee that he absolutely does not like or even hate it, in ordinary life he is not even willing to eat some sour oranges, how can he not like sweets, on the contrary, he likes sweets very much.

Looking at Huang Ling with a sincere face in front of her, Zhang Yi fell into deep thought, she can be very sure that Huang Ling is a very normal student, he is not a ghost, nor a demon, so why is there such a big contrast in her evaluation of Zhang Yi's living habits, Zhang Yi in his mouth is not a person at all.

Could it be that their former teacher Zhang Yi is not their current self, is their current self a substitute or their personality has changed completely.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi coughed lightly, he leaned forward, and his head was closer to Huang Ling.

"Huang Ling, if you say, I mean, if the current Teacher Zhang is not the previous Teacher Zhang, will you believe it?"