As I walked, I suddenly noticed that everything around me was blurry.

I don't know when it started to fog.

In the fog, the streets, buildings, and pedestrians were all gone.

I looked around hesitantly, not even the concrete road under my feet.

At this point, I can only move on.

Go by feeling.

I couldn't see anything around me, I lost my sense of direction, and every step was difficult.

How to go by feeling, I think every direction seems right and it doesn't seem right.

The body is heavy, as if carrying a person on his back, and he is too tired to walk two steps.

If Uncle Raincoat is here, I'd love to ask him what the consequences are of going the wrong way?

If I could go back two hours ago, I would definitely say no to it.

In the midst of this thick fog, time seems to have stood still.

I didn't take out my phone either, and in my experience, it must be turned off or no signal here.

After walking for a while, I felt that the fog in the distance seemed to dissipate a little, revealing a little bit of light.

Is it light?

I walked towards the light and soon saw a river.

A river that seems to fall from the sky.

Hanging not far away.

There are countless river lanterns floating on the surface of the river.

The firelight of each flower flickered, like an outer world.

But when I look at such a scene, what rises from the bottom of my heart is not appreciation, but fear.

I find it strange myself.

It was a sight to behold, but I couldn't help but turn my head away from looking at it.

Maybe it's similar to the river I saw on Lijiaping? The river does not belong to this world.

Go with your feelings.

I turned decisively and walked with my back to the river.

It didn't take long for the river to come back into my sight, and I always chose its 180-degree orientation, and kept walking, and kept walking......

The scene before me became clear.

The lights, the streets, the buildings, are back in the real world.

Only then did I find myself standing on a riverside platform in the ancient city of Yunhe, and I took one step further and walked directly into the river.

I let out a sigh of relief, walked back to the road along the embankment, and walked for another five minutes when I saw the four big characters of the Lethe Inn.

The sky was bright, and the ancient city was wet and clear after a night of rain.

I took out the key and was about to open the door to the inn, only to find that the door was open.

Pushing the door in, I saw the raincoat uncle and the shopkeeper Tu Yu, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

There was a man lying on the floor, his head tilted, blood gushing out of his mouth, his limbs writhing, and screams coming out of his mouth.

White in the same year?

Isn't this the person I just met at the funeral home?

He saw me drop my white paper umbrella and was so scared that he got sick, how could he be here?

I held a white paper umbrella and a white lantern, and I didn't dare to put it down without permission.

Tu Yu and Uncle Raincoat seemed to be about to help him up, but the man waved his arms and pushed the two of them away.

"Don't move!" When the raincoat saw me, he hurriedly shouted.

I still had a white paper umbrella and a white lantern in my hand, but I was breathless by the sight in front of me. The strong smell of blood made my stomach churn and almost vomit the overnight meal.

Tu Yu raised his head and glanced at me, then lowered his head again.

In the end, Tu Yu stepped forward to subdue the man and dragged him to the hospital.

"Hand me the lantern." The raincoat uncle said.

I handed him the white lantern, and he lifted it, lit a piece of talisman paper in the lantern, and slapped it on mine.

I was startled, the paper was burning, but no fire reached my clothes. I felt a warm current flow from the rune paper to the bottom of my heart, and then my limbs and whole body regained consciousness.

"Alright, give me the white paper umbrella."

The raincoat uncle took the white paper umbrella and prepared to go upstairs.

"Uncle, what's the matter with this person?" I hurriedly stopped him.

"I just had a neurotic suicide by swallowing a blade, and I've called the police."

"That Zhou Jiaqi ......"

"You rest first, and we'll talk about it later." Uncle Raincoat interrupted me, and ignored me no matter how much I shouted behind him.

really crossed the river and demolished the bridge, turned his face and didn't admit it.

I sat down on the folding bed in a trance, and my whole body seemed to fall apart.

The thick smell of blood lingered in the hall, and I fell asleep in a daze.

until he was woken up by Song Meng.

When I woke up, I found that there were a lot of people in the inn.

Tu Yu stuck his waist and quarreled with a woman: "Neuropathy ran to my inn and committed suicide and asked me to pay money?" Don't say that he is not dead, but if he is dead, it has nothing to do with me! According to what you say, I will go to your house to drink pesticides now, and if you don't drink it, you will go bankrupt, and I will have your surname! ”

The woman was one of the people who pulled Bai Tongnian at the funeral home. It should be Bai's family in the same year.

It didn't take long for these people to let Tu Yu spray away.

"Oops, Yang Dong, you have a fever." Song Meng touched my forehead and asked, what is going on, how can a customer commit suicide in the store?

I paused for a moment, and I didn't know how to get back to Song Meng.

"Last night was the shop I visited, and he didn't know anything." Tu Yu came over, and I always felt that he was unhappy.

But when I think about it again, my clerk who innocently skipped work and was found by the boss will be unhappy.

I was wrapped in a quilt, and my whole body was heavy and uncomfortable. I guess it had something to do with the act of lighting the lights yesterday.

Tu Yu handed me a cup with black medicinal juice in it.

"I've got some herbs, and you're drinking!"

Looking closely, his spirit is very bad, and there is a large circle of blue and black under his eyes. I feel a little thinner than when I first met him.

He put the cup on the front desk with me, turned and left.

People came and went in the hall, and many police officers came to collect evidence. I and the rest of the inn were also questioned.

We all said we hadn't seen the man.

The identity of that person has been found out, he is a patient from Qingfeng County No. 2 Hospital, suffering from schizophrenia, and has previously self-harmed.

It was clear from the surveillance that he burst into the inn and swallowed a blade in the hall. I suspect that Bai Niantong's self-harm has something to do with seeing me.

Fortunately, the medical treatment was timely and no life was harmed, and this matter can be regarded as the past. I heard that Bai Niantong's family still wanted to make trouble, so they were called by Tu Yu to negotiate in the inn garden, and they didn't know what they said, and then they all left with pale faces.

After drinking the medicinal juice sent by Tu Yu, I went back to my room and slept with my head covered all morning, and my fever had subsided in the afternoon. I'm still a little uncomfortable, but I'm basically fine.

I rubbed my shoulders and stood up, my shoulders were sore and sore, and I couldn't lift my arms.

After taking off yesterday's clothes, I took it to the water room to wash, only to find that there were a lot of bloody handprints on my back and shoulders.

The mudra is small, only half the size of an adult, like the handprint of a small baby. It sends chills down my spine to watch.

I thought about the shadow I saw last night.

The outstretched hand is also short.

When was it photographed yesterday?