"Uh......h Woo......"

The wild dogs make a terrifying sound slowly closing around, a typical threatening sound before the dogs start to attack, indicating that they are about to attack.

But when they met Zhang Yi's gaze, they suddenly became silent as if they had collectively lost their voices.

There was a moment of silence, and their raised tails suddenly drooped between their legs, and the hair on their bodies stood upright, trembling like an electric shock, and their mouths emitted a whimpering wail.

"Ah, they're scared. What are they afraid of? Li Xiaoya said puzzled that she had always had a dog at home before she came to the city, and she still knew some of the characteristics of dogs.

"If you leave quickly, I will not embarrass you." Zhang Yi raised the wooden stick in his hand and said to the dogs.

This is just Zhang Yi casually said, he doesn't know if it has a role, if it doesn't work, he will change some other words, just like the sesame opening formula in "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves" on TV, I don't know the formula, just open the apple door, melon seeds open the door, strawberry open the door and so on one by one, maybe the blind man can always touch a lump of shit.

As soon as the words fell, all the dogs actually fell to the ground with their forelimbs, bent their hind limbs, raised their heads, glanced at Zhang Yi with docile and flattering eyes, got up and scattered, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This abnormal behavior, this uniform action deeply shocked these two people, they didn't know what happened, but Li Xiaoya felt that the husband in front of her was a little unusual after he returned again, but at the same time she sprouted some good feelings, which is exactly the kind of masculine and domineering image she likes in her heart.

In fact, no matter how strong a woman is, she hopes to have a support, and she can have a warm harbor to hide from when the wind and rain are shaky.

Although it is very important to make money, and she will find an honest person to take over in the future, it does not affect her inner pursuit of the perfect image of Prince Charming in her mind.

In fact, everyone in life is Li Xiaoya, but the prince charming who is perfect in her heart is not necessarily the one who gets married.

Following Li Xiaoya, they came to an old house that was old and devastated, walked a little trembling stairs to the second floor, pushed open an old green security door, and a dimly lit two-bedroom house appeared in front of them.

This house is about 50 square meters, the house layout is very simple, the door is the living room, the living room is placed with a three-person sofa and a coffee table, no dining table, no TV.

Two huge black-and-white photographs of a man and a woman, both with cold faces and no smiles, hung on the walls covered with tiny spider-like cracks, gave the old house a sense of horror and tingling to the scalp.

"These two are your parents, you see that your father is exactly like you, you are born by him, and you will never be able to run." Li Xiaoya said and handed him a small round mirror and motioned him to compare.

Zhang Yi took the small round mirror, this was the first time he knew himself after waking up; Thick eyebrows, crystal-clear eyes, a high nose bridge, a somewhat pale but handsome face. All this is indeed exactly the same as the person in the photo, but the person in the photo is much older than himself, and there is a sense of vicissitudes.

"And when did they die?"

The black-and-white photos clearly tell Zhang Yi's parents the fact of their death.

"I don't know, but I seem to have the impression in my mind that you told me that when you were 7 years old, they came back from work and died in a car accident, 20 years ago."

"It's been a long time, so do you know what the specific situation was like at that time?"

Li Xiaoya covered her mouth and giggled after hearing this, she said while laughing: "How do I know this, when you were 7 years old, I was also a child about the same as you, you think I am your child daughter-in-law!" With that, she pushed open another door.

"It's our room, but it's not mine right away, I'll move out of here after the divorce, I don't want anything."

Zhang Yi walked to the room and saw at a glance the wedding photo of him and Li Xiaoya hanging on the head of the bed.

There are a total of nine wedding photos, large and small, and the two of them are dressed very well, the only thing that is incompatible with the wedding photos is that they don't have smiling faces, and the whole nine are all cold faces.

"By the way, there's a small room over there, no one lives in it, so I'll pile up some of your sundries, you go over and take a look, maybe I can help you get some memories, I'm going to work at four o'clock in the afternoon, I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

Zhang Yi nodded and walked into the small room opposite, this room is very compact, it is estimated that it is about 5 square meters, just enough to put down a bed.

But now there is no bed, just a cardboard box with the words "Handle with care" printed in red letters in the corner.

He walked over and crouched down and opened the box, and found that it was a mess of some clothes and some books, and nothing else of value.

Just as Zhang Yi was about to leave, he was suddenly attracted by a vernacular version of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai".

The pages of the book were cocked from the middle to the sides, as if something had been stuffed into it.

He picked up the book and shook it, and a yellow piece of paper and a small dagger fell from it.

Zhang Yi picked up the small dagger and found that this was a knife made of bones that I don't know, the knife was about twenty centimeters long, the process was simple, the handle was tied with a red rope, and the back of the knife was slightly upturned, forming a small arc.

But what he didn't expect was that the toughness of this simple bone knife was so sharp that even the strands of hair that cut through it immediately broke in two.

He played with the bone knife with great interest, but inadvertently landed his eyes on the yellow piece of paper that had fallen out.

"What is this?"

Zhang Yi picked up the piece of paper and found that it was a newspaper clipping, and the title of the clipping was written in several large bold letters: "The body disappeared at midnight, is it a ghost or a man." ”

Looking closely at the content, I can't help but be surprised, this report is about Zhang Yi's father, Zhang Lai, who died in a car accident on May 1, 1998, and the body that was parked in the morgue mysteriously disappeared that night, and was never found again.

This newspaper clipping appeared here, Zhang Yi didn't know if it was left by himself before or someone deliberately put it here, but this added a huge mystery to Zhang Yi's heart, and he felt that there was a force manipulating him and guiding him to uncover this mystery.

Of course, Zhang Yi is willing to unravel this mystery, although he has amnesia, and he does not have the happy family feeling with his parents in his mind, but his parents are parents after all, he is their son, and this blood relationship will never change.

The wind is blowing, and the city of Jialin is close to the sea, and there are often typhoons blowing in the summer. The sun was still shining in the air outside, but there was a strong wind, and the wind brought up countless pearl-like raindrops that smashed on the glass, and the curtains were blown.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt a white shadow appear behind him and looked at him directly, making him feel his scalp tingle and the hairs on his body standing up.

Zhang Yi held his breath, he heard the sound of his heart beating, and even heard the sound of the hairs on his body standing upright.

He stretched out his somewhat stiff hand and slowly picked up the bone knife and turned around violently, finding that the air was suffocating at this moment.

Behind her stood a woman dressed in white, his loose white clothes hanging from her neck to her instep. The long hair was draped over his chest, covering his face, and the other half of the eyes were as dark as the zombies on TV, and there seemed to be a fierce glint in them.

"Ghost ......."