His face was as clean as ever, and the anomaly didn't seem to appear at all, but I did see the blood and tears dripping on the ground.

Subconsciously, he took a few steps back and leaned directly against the pillar to support his body that was about to fall to the ground.

There were so many things that happened that night, the real and the fake, that I couldn't tell the difference.

I don't know if it's because my movements are too big, Xiao Luo's dull gaze finally has a focus, tilting his head and grinning the corners of his mouth.

"Sister Anzhi, what's wrong with you?"

His tone was full of doubt, and he really didn't know anything when he looked like he looked like he was still clutching the piece of paper I had just scribbled on, and the ghost drawing was still there, but the color was much darker.

And the strange thing is that the position we were standing in just now was not the blind spot of the camera, but no one in the car control room came out to ask.

"Sister An? Your face is so white, isn't it uncomfortable, or you should go and rest, my grandmother said, most of the girls' white faces are due to weakness. ”

The word grandma made my cold hair stand up again, and subconsciously pushed away Xiao Luo's hand that wanted to support me, wrapped his coat, and finally found a trace of warmth.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy all of a sudden, I'll just go and rest for a while."

"Oh. All right. ”

Seeing that I pushed him away, Xiao Luo's face was a little lost, but the strange picture just now was still hovering in my mind, making it impossible for me to communicate with him with a normal attitude.

And so, in silence and uneasiness, I finally survived my first night shift.

When I went to the morning meeting in the morning, Song Chenguang, the stationmaster on duty who came to take over, was still scared, and while socializing with us about work, he kept teasing Sun Peng.

"Have you been abused at night? Look at the two of them, their faces are white like this. ”

Sun Peng glanced at me and Xiao Luo, lowered his head and flipped through the inspection records again, and couldn't help laughing: "There is no sports car this night, you can still be tired like this, quickly explain to Brother Song, otherwise you will think that I am abusing you!" ”

"That's it, you must have abused other little girls, look at An Zhi's lips are purple."

The noise between colleagues made the station a little more angry, and my heart temporarily returned to calm.

When I changed my clothes and walked out of the station, it was exactly eight o'clock, and the sun was full of vitality and dispelled a lot of gloom.

Just as Xiao Luo and I were about to go home separately, Xiao Luo suddenly turned around and stopped me.

"Sister An, do you believe in retribution?"

Without waiting for me to answer, he shook his head helplessly: "Maybe I'm thinking too much, I actually saw my grandmother last night, and she said let me save her." ”

The cold feeling enveloped me again, and I stared at Xiao Luo's eyes, trying to find a trace of joke in them.

But Xiao Luo smiled weirdly at me, turned around and jumped on a bus.

I stood on the side of the road in a daze, watching the bus disappear from my sight, because it is at the foot of Qibao Mountain, so it is either the residents of the old city or the believers who come to worship incense so early on the street, and the road is not crowded.

Private cars are even less pitiful, and even if they do, they drive very slowly, and you can't hear anything except the wheels rubbing against the ground.

Because most of them were hearses, even in the daytime, they would flash and flicker, illuminating the last path for the souls of the dead, and I stood on the teeth, and suddenly felt that everything in front of me was so strange, as if something had changed invisibly.

Because I could rest for two days after the night shift, I didn't rush home, I walked slowly on the street by myself, and went to the famous bun shop in front of my house.

After a night of hot and spicy soup, my stiff body finally warmed up.

As soon as I walked out of the store, I saw my grandfather, standing in front of his shroud hall and talking to a man, his face full of seriousness.

The figure appeared to be that of a woman, wrapped in a black robe with white trim, which was almost touching the ground, and her face and hair were wrapped in a silk scarf of the same style.

Falling from above, only one hand was exposed, skinny, like a dead man, there stiffly gesturing something, but Grandpa's face was impatient, as if refusing.

For my grandfather, I have had an inexplicable fear since I was a child, even if I live very close, I usually don't go to him.

At this moment, he was about to slip away, but he heard the serious voice behind him.

"Anzhi, don't be in a hurry to go back, come to me."