Are you afraid of death?

Do you believe in curses?

Li Chaoyang didn't believe it before, he was not only a suspense writer, but also an avid travel enthusiast, a true materialist, who never believed in such a nothingness as curses.

Until Zhao Deming's family died under his curse one after another.

For half a year, he repeated the same dream almost every night.

In the dream, Zhao Deming's family of three stood in front of him, without saying a word, just standing, their whole body wet, their hair scattered, and the water droplets dripped down their clothes.

A face was as pale as paper, there were no eyeballs in two eyes, only two black hole sockets, bubbling with blood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised to evoke an inexplicable smirk.

Li Chaoyang dreamed again tonight, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and glanced at his watch.

Half past four in the morning.

Ten years ago, Li Chaoyang's parents fell under Zhao Deming's wheels, and the young Li Chaoyang cursed Zhao Deming's family to die a good death.

It was just an angry word, but I didn't expect it to become a prophecy, and the curse became a reality.

In the past ten years, Zhao Deming's father and son drowned successively.

Since then, Li Chaoyang has become a monster in everyone's eyes, everyone stays away, it seems that no one who has come into contact with him will end well, he is simply synonymous with ominous.

After so many years, he thought that he had come out of the shadow of his childhood, but the claws of fate did not seem to want to let him go.

Five months ago, Zhao Deming's only daughter, 16-year-old Zhao Ya, also drowned, dying in the pond in Li Chaoyang's backyard.

Three generations of the family die every five years, and the cause of death is all drowning.

No one believes it when it is a coincidence.

In the angry shouts and scolding of the villagers, Li Chaoyang was arrested.

After months of interrogation, Li Chaoyang was freed, and the police issued a final investigation report.

There was no trace of a fight and struggle at the scene of Zhao Ya's death, and there were only her footprints at the scene, ruling out homicide.

But this result completely ignited the anger of the villagers, and some people even posted this matter on the Internet, and Li Chaoyang became the target of public criticism.

Angry netizens ran to the comment area of his novel to leave frenzied messages and insults.

Li Chaoyang's phone was also blown up, his life was turned upside down, and even his friends were implicated.

He didn't believe in such a coincidence in this world.

But he really hadn't killed anyone, and he couldn't explain the curse.

He felt fear from the depths of his heart. It always felt like there was an invisible hand behind his back controlling his every move.

His origin is unknown, his motive is unknown, and he is like a plaything in the palm of someone's hand.

This feeling is very scary, as if someone is watching you secretly all the time, which makes you feel weak, scared, and at a loss.

Li Chaoyang rubbed his face, picked up his mobile phone, and found that there was an unread WeChat.

The person who sent the WeChat message is called Nietzsche, and this person's remarks are book lovers, a person who has no impression of Li Chaoyang.

"Want to know how Zhao Ya died? I'm waiting for you aboard the Queen Mary! ”

The content of WeChat was very brief, Li Chaoyang immediately frowned, and he glanced at the time of sending the letter.

Half past one in the morning.

That is, three hours ago.

Li Chaoyang carefully flipped through the records of his conversation with Nietzsche, and found that he and Nietzsche had never spoken, and he clicked on Nietzsche's information again, which was unremarkable and did not see anything unusual, but when he noticed the other party's avatar, his expression froze on his face.

It was a ponytailed girl in a light blue school uniform, facing the camera with scissorhands, and a blue bow pinned to her head.

Who is this not Zhao Ya?

And what she was wearing was exactly what she was wearing on the day of the accident.

The background of the shooting is clearly the back wall of Li Chaoyang's house.

Her expression was a little twisted, and she smiled very reluctantly, as if she was reluctant.

In other words, Zhao Ya is very likely to have contact with this Nietzsche on the day of the accident, and it is near his home.

In other words, this person has been staring at Li Chaoyang all the time.

The death of Zhao Ya's family Li Chaoyang has always been very confused, he always feels that someone is staring at him.

Could it be this person?

He added himself a long time ago, and it was not the result of impulse, but a long time of planning. Not only pay attention to his every move in the online world, but also hide in a corner in reality and stare at himself all the time.

Sneaky and ill-intentioned.

"Who are you?"

Li Chaoyang hurriedly replied with a message.

The other party did not respond.

One minute.

an hour.

There was no response until dawn, and Li Chaoyang dialed the WeChat number again, but no one answered after a long time.

It's like it doesn't exist.

During this period, Li Chaoyang checked the Queen Mary, a cruise ship from Jiangbei to New Zealand, and the departure time is tomorrow morning.

If Li Chaoyang doesn't go, then this Nietzsche will definitely take action, and maybe the next target is himself.

If he goes, it may be gone.

It's a completely uncertain adventure, where you might meet the murderer and learn all the truth, and if you don't go, you might live in the shadow of Nietzsche for the rest of your life.

Like a fish in the throat, like a mango in the back.

After thinking for a long time, Li Chaoyang replied to the other party with a message again.

The content is only one word: good!

Suddenly, Li Chaoyang's mobile phone rang, he jumped up instinctively, and his whole nerves tensed.

Could it be that Nietzsche called?

Is it finally time to face to face?

However, when he saw the call message clearly, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't Nietzsche who called, but Han Xue, Li Chaoyang's high school classmate.

"Hey." Li Chaoyang picked up his mobile phone and walked to the balcony.

Outside, it was completely dawn and the streets were bustling with people.

"Hey, Chaoyang, are you up, do you have any arrangements for the last few days?" Han Xue's sweet and brisk voice came from the other side of the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"I booked two tickets to New Zealand, let's go on a tour."

Tickets?

Li Chaoyang was stunned and hurriedly asked, "What ship?" ”

"Cruise, Queen Mary."

"What? Queen Mary? Li Chaoyang thought he had heard it wrong, and confirmed it again.

"Yes, Queen Mary, this is its maiden voyage, there are too many people to go, so I have to choose the way of lottery, and there are only a hundred places, I also got the ticket through a friend, and now you can't buy it even if you have money."

Han Xue's tone was full of excitement, and she could tell that she was very excited.

Li Chaoyang frowned, how did Han Xue's invitation come so timely? It was as if she knew Nietzsche's arrangement.

That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Could it be that Han Xue is also Nietzsche's person?

Thinking about it, he felt impossible, he and Han Xue had known each other for many years, they were not only classmates but also each other's first love, and later had to separate because of the opposition of their families.

A few years ago, Han Xue married a rich husband, although she divorced last year, she is also a rich woman in everyone's eyes, and she has money, and she has no motive to harm herself at all.

And Han Xue herself likes to travel, maybe this is a coincidence.

"Hey, are you still listening to me? Are you going to go or not? Han Xue's voice came from the other side of the phone again.

"Go, of course."