"Doctor? What disease do I have? Can it be cured? Mr. Ya asked bitterly, his face was haggard, there was a touch of light ink under his eyes, and the whole person was thin.

The ballpoint pen quickly left scribbled handwriting on the medical records, like ghost drawings, which only the doctor himself could read.

"Well, don't worry, you can't die, I'm afraid it's better to live than to die."

"Huh?" Mr. Ya's jaw was about to drop to the ground.

"Haha just kidding, don't take it seriously. People like you, who continue to have the same kind of dream every night, are mostly due to the accumulation of work pressure and mental tension. With that, the doctor smiled professionally.

"That's right."

"If you are still not at ease, I will prescribe a medicine for you, take one every night before going to bed, and ensure that you can be energetic and energetic every day." The doctor sees an opportunity and immediately sells the product.

Mr. Ya fumbled in his pocket, and the doctor's "kindness" suffocated him.

"Thank you, doctor, I understand your wishes, but I don't think I need them yet." Mr. Ya left his seat.

The night breeze blew on his face, and a hint of coolness spread throughout his body. Mr. Ya drove his BMW motorcycle, driving on the city road, sneezing, and felt like he was in a dream. The number of pedestrians and vehicles gradually decreased, and the dim lights on the side of the road added to his sleepiness, and he was dazed, and he did not know how many distances he had walked, and the car began to sway, and before he knew it, he drove out of the city.

The neighboring countryside was deserted, and a few plague-like crows stopped on their branches and screamed in utter misery, and a terrible atmosphere hung over them, and everyone would be frightened on this night when they couldn't reach their fingers. The convenience store on the street is still open, and the dim light reveals a strange and prohibitive atmosphere.

Mr. Ya was going to buy a bottle of liquor to strengthen his courage, but when he entered the store, he found that there was no one around, and when he was about to leave, a human head suddenly poked out from under the counter, and it turned out to be an old man who had passed half a hundred years, and two lifeless eyes were staring at him.

"Young man, don't go around alone at such a late hour, today is the day of ghosts crossing the street, and if you wander around like this, be careful of your life." The old man's mouth moved, and it didn't seem to be open.

Mr. Ya scratched his head, wanting to thank the old man for his kindness, but then the old woman who floated from nowhere grabbed the old man's ear fiercely.

"How many times have you said that? If you don't make up ghost stories for a day, you feel itchy, right? It's not serious all day long, hurry up and get out! Don't pollute the air here! A roar exploded in my ears.

Then the old man walked away, leaving his wife smiling at him.

"What do you want, sir?"

"Plain water." Mr. Ya straightened his waist.

"It's better to drink less water at night, and I'll bring you a bottle of good and cheap brandy."

“......”

Taking the bottle from her hand, half a bottle of wine was in his stomach, and he was immediately full of vitality again, and his heart was very happy, so he moved away and left. The houses on both sides of the road shone dimly lit and spit out gray clouds, like hidden monsters, quietly hiding in the darkness.

After only a few minutes, another cold breeze blew across Mr. Ya's face, which made him sober up a little. It was this bit of sobriety that made him see clearly the familiar figure that had just swayed in front of his eyes.

Ghost? He broke out in a cold sweat. No, it can't be, as an atheist, he would never believe that there are ghosts in this world. But why does it feel so familiar? Could it be ......

Suspicious, he immediately chased the ghost in the direction where it had disappeared, but fortunately, passing around the corner, he saw it running towards the alley to the left, as if to lure him.

That's clearly a person! When he hurried over, and was about to find out, he found that the strange man was standing quietly at the end of the alley, waiting for him, and his long black and shiny hair looked more and more mysterious in the light of the mercury lamp. Mr. Ya was terrified, but his persistent curiosity always drove his body, making him slowly approach her who was both familiar and strange.

However, the moment she turned back, Mr. Ya was immediately stunned.

"How, how?" He stared blankly at the beautiful man, but did not dare to take a step closer.

Outside, the drizzle kept falling. The raindrops turned the body into countless dots, happily hitting everything on the ground, like slender fingers gently tapping the smooth piano keys, singing an endless lulumpa song.

This night, the puppet was lying in bed tossing and turning, and since he was "kidnapped" by Bai Yuxiao, his life was not chic, like a white-haired old man who was about to spend his old age in peace. Returning to this familiar home reminded him of the sadness when his husband and wife divorced, but fortunately, Yuxiao was well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and he never asked if he found a good job.

But the rain pierced his heart like a needle, leaving a lingering shadow.

That shadow is his master, Lapney. Competent, he never forgot the task given to him by the king, although it was not official, who was Lapuni? He is like an unruly wild horse, and if he is not careful, he will cause a lot of trouble, which is the cause of the king's headache. It is his responsibility to take care of him, and while he still has the strength to spare, he must do what he can, and he is still with the dazed Donas, and it is difficult to guarantee that nothing good will happen.

That's it, I can't sleep anyway, the puppet simply turned over and got out of bed, listened to the sparse sound of rain, and staggered in the room.

To go or not to go? When to go?

Yu Xiao was in the next room, if he left now, she might notice any movement immediately, so it was better to sit and wait for dawn before leaving. The puppet silently made up his mind and sat back on the edge of the bed and slept soundly for a while.

I'm sorry Yuxiao, please forgive you for having such an incompetent father.

......

Because of the rain yesterday, the ground was wet, and the original gray-white concrete was almost dyed dark black, and the earth was covered with a heavy garment, and the water vapor lingered, and the natural damp smell became stronger and stronger.

After all, Shancheng is one of the important developed cities in China, with convenient transportation and high-rise buildings, so that all kinds of people gather here, from the royal family to the common people, and some parasites hiding in the shadows. The city is bustling all day long, and people never get tired of walking on the avenues, as if there is no shortage of novelty here.

But one of the most luxurious mansions in the city, at this time, was a different scene: from the open door, it could be seen that some of the flowers near the mansion had died, the noble rosewood door had not been opened, and the stained glass of the windows was shattered. The situation inside is even clearer, dim and weird, and there is no longer a living life.

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

In the doorway stood a man in a black suit and a bowler hat, he was the puppet who had arrived this morning, and he thought that no one would recognize him, but he was still a step too late. Perhaps the owner of the house had already suffered misfortune, and he couldn't help but think of the worst.