July 10th.

Midnight.

The white moonlight seeped through the hazy gray curtains and seeped into the dark room.

Suddenly, a rapid mobile phone ringed, a 'buzzing' vibrating sound, and the fuselage vibrated back and forth on the bedtable.

A hand reluctantly poked out of the ambiguous quilt, groped back and forth in the direction where the mobile phone ringtone came, and finally groped for the mobile phone, grabbed the mobile phone, and retracted the hand and the mobile phone back into the quilt like lightning.

"Hey... I'm Ling Fan... Who are you looking for? Ling Fan, who was drowsy, barely opened one eye and pressed the green connect button.

"Xiaofan, I'm my brother!" There was a low, nervous, and distant voice on the other end of the phone.

As soon as he heard that it was his brother's voice, Ling Fan immediately sobered up a lot, kicked the quilt away, sat up and shouted happily: "Brother, you call me at this time, didn't you say that you can only call me on Sunday?" ”

Ling Fan's parents died of illness when he was still very young, and he was raised by his elder brother Ling Feng, so for Ling Fan, Ling Feng was not only an elder brother, but also a father and mother.

The deep voice on the other end of the phone of "Xiaofan" was silent for a long time, and then it was like a farewell on his deathbed: "Brother's time is running out, you have to take good care of yourself in the future......"

"Brother, what are you talking about... Feed... Hey..."Ling Feng on the other end of the phone suddenly hung up the phone, the blind sound of beeping echoed in the dark room, only the miserable white moonlight flashed on the gray floor, the clock ticked and ticked, and Ling Fan felt his heart suddenly tighten every time he walked. Ling Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, not scratching the back of his head with his hands, muttering what was wrong with his brother.

The next day, Ling Fan got up from bed early and ran to the breakfast stall to buy a cup of soy milk. Ling Fan is now a senior in high school, so he has to go to the class early every day to study on his own. His elder brother Ling Feng is the idol he respects the most, and he wants to aim for his brother to be admitted to a famous medical school and become an equally excellent forensic doctor.

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang from Ling Fan's pocket again.

"Hey, I'm Ling Fan, who are you?" Ling Fan asked, putting his phone to his ear.

"Hello, I'm a policeman, please come to Ling Feng's apartment, Ling Feng is dead." The voice of the person on the phone was cold and cold, without any emotion, and then he hung up immediately with a beep.

With the sound of the horn, the snow-white soybean milk fell to the ground from between the fingers, splashing bean curd like jade and pearls, and the milky white soybean milk flowed out along the edge of the paper cup one by one, combined with the cyan stone slab, and seeped into the cracks.

Ling Feng's rental apartment.

The furnishings in the house remained unchanged as before, the fragrant orchids still exuded a faint fragrance, and the pigeon clock on the wall still ticked from time to time. If the only difference is that there is a long white cloth placed in the center of the room, and under the white cloth is faintly visible is the body of a person, perhaps we can say that it is a corpse.

Ling Fan's hands were trembling, his feet were trembling, his eyes were red, and he held back his tears to prevent it from falling, because once it fell, it meant that it was really his brother under the white cloth. At this time, Ling Fan was still holding a trace of luck, how much he hoped that the police had made a mistake at this time, under the white cloth was just a person who looked very similar to his brother Ling Feng, but it would definitely not be Ling Feng.

A tall and burly middle-aged man in a blue-black police uniform stood in front of Ling Fan: "Are you Ling Feng's younger brother Ling Fan?" ”

Ling Fan bit his lip and nodded.

"Let's go see your brother one last time." The man dodged his burly body away, and a white cloth appeared in front of Ling Fan again.

But Ling Fan didn't rush to the white cloth, but grabbed the male criminal policeman's collar and shouted, "Tell me quickly!" He's not my brother! You're mistaken! ”

The male detective showed a sad look on his face: "I don't want him to be Ling Feng, but the truth can't be deceived, Ling Feng is dead." ”

Ling Fan pushed Fang Yi away, pointed at him and yelled loudly, "You are all stupid! I can't even recognize this person if it's not my brother, what kind of policeman is it!! Saying that, Ling Fan strode to the white cloth, his hands trembled and turned the white cloth open, the familiar clean hairstyle, the handsome face, and the bright smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth, everything really told Ling Fan - he was Ling Feng!

"Brother!!" Ling Fan threw himself on Ling Feng's body and cried bitterly.

Suddenly, Ling Fan raised his hands and grabbed Ling Feng's collar and shook it violently, shouting, "Ling Feng! You get up for me! How long are you going to lie down!! ”

Fang Yi glanced at the two policemen beside the door and motioned for them to quickly remove Ling Feng's body.

"Don't move!! None of you can touch my brother, he just sleeps, he will wake up!! Ling Fan spread his arms in front of Ling Feng's corpse, and his eyes suddenly shot a terrifying light.

The two policemen who were just about to come over and prepare to move the corpse were stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Yi at a loss.

"Ling Fan! You calm me down!! Fang Yi grabbed Ling Fan's collar with one hand, pulled him away, and fell to the wall with gravity, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Do you think we won't be sad?!" He is also our brother! But the reality can't be changed, Ling Feng is dead!! ”

Ling Fan's head lifted weakly, and two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down his cheeks: "Why? How the hell did my brother die? ”

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Asymptomatic death!" ”

"Fart!! What is an asymptomatic death!? If my brother was still alive at this time, he would have been able to find out the cause of his death!! Ling Fan roared excitedly.

"Boss, the site has been surveyed...... We can withdraw. A policeman with a flat head came up and reported.

"Got it." Fang Yi let go of Ling Fan's hand, turned around and strode towards the door, just as he was about to walk to the door, Fang Yi stopped, turned around and looked at Ling Fan and said with concern: "Ling Feng's death, our police will be responsible for finding out, please don't be too sad." ”

Ling Fan's body slowly slid down against the wall, his eyes staring blankly at everything in the apartment. There was no change in everything here, and the furniture was arranged the same as what I had seen, the only difference was the eye-catching white 'spot trace fixed line' on the table where Ling Feng often sat down to write. Ling Fan got up and walked slowly to the table, sat on the familiar chair, and lay his body on the table according to the white thread, obviously Ling Feng was lying on the table and died peacefully.

A circle of snow-white lime drawn human-shaped lines, that is the last trace left by my brother's life in this world, it is a clear record of my brother's truest appearance at that time. Ling Fan looked at the other things on the table, the pen holder, a few books neatly stacked on the side, and there were two photo frames standing next to it, one was a photo of Ling Fan, Ling Feng and his grandmother, and the other was a photo of a beautiful woman, her name was Liu Xue'er, Ling Feng's girlfriend when she was in medical school, but she suddenly broke up on the day of graduation, for unknown reasons, although the breakup was proposed by Ling Feng, but Ling Feng became silent from then on, and then the two gradually broke off contact. It may be that Ling Feng has always pretended to be Lin Xue'er in his heart, and he has never let go of it, so his friends introduced him to several girlfriends, but he refused sharply.

On the side of the table, the drawer with half of the line exposed attracted Ling Fan's gaze. He gently pulled it away, and suddenly realized that there was a clutter of everything in front of him. Ling Fan couldn't help frowning, his brother Ling Feng was a person with a habit of cleanliness, he couldn't let his things be so messy. Ling Fan's nose was sour, thinking that if Ling Feng was alive, he would definitely not want his drawers to be so messy, so Ling Fan took the drawers out of the table and put them on the table. Ling Fan carefully took out the contents one by one, such as mobile phone chains, tape, coins, erasers, small daggers, and so on.

Suddenly, Ling Fan was stunned for a moment, he pinched his hand again on a black eraser-like thing at the bottom of the drawer, and lifted it up vigorously, but the eraser didn't move as if it was growing on the bottom of the drawer.

Ling Fan felt a little strange, so he flipped over the drawer and slammed the drawer on the table, only to hear a bang, the bottom of the drawer fell to the table along with the eraser, and at the same time, what was even more suspicious was that a memo with a black cover also fell off and fell onto the table.

What is it? Ling Fan curiously picked up the black memo, only to see that its cover was not only black but also black, and the black eyes revealed an indescribable weirdness.

With his unique sixth sense, Ling Fan felt the black memo in his hand, it must have a lot to do with the death of his brother Ling Feng, and what made Ling Fan even more unsettling was that he always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him somewhere in this room.

Ling Fan carefully studied the black memo, stretched out two fingers to grip the corner of the cover, and slowly, just about to open it, "Meow!! A sharp and piercing voice suddenly came, Ling Fan's heart jumped suddenly, his fingers snapped and pressed the black cover, pressing it tightly with both hands, as if as long as his hand let go of the memo, he would open it by himself!

Suddenly, Ling Fan felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at him in front of him, and although he knew that it was daytime, the back of his spine was still hairy and uncomfortable. Ling Fan gritted his teeth and quickly raised his head, and a black figure quickly jumped over the railing outside the window!

Drops of cold sweat flowed down Ling Fan's forehead, his lips couldn't help but open slightly, he panted lightly, his chest rose and fell, and he exclaimed, "It turned out to be a cat......"

Ling Fan looked down again at the black memo that his hands were pressed tightly, and an indescribable weirdness emanated from the black memo, tempting Ling Fan to open it.

There was a loud bang, and the curtains seemed to be suddenly pulled over, firmly covering the bright windows, and Ling Fan's heart was once again tightly pinched, and his hands were tightly grasping the memo.

The sound of the ticking clock gradually amplified in Ling Fan's ears, like the sound of a person stepping on the floor step by step, and the floor also creaked.

Ling Fan clutched the memo tightly to his chest, and kept retreating, leaning directly against the door of the room, his eyes looking around the room in horror: the dim light shone through the curtain on the human shape line of the striking white line. In a trance, Ling Fan seemed to see the white line move slightly, gradually crawling up and lifting from the table, and then leaving the table, standing up like a human figure, shaking the white line arm, and staggering towards Ling Fan.

"Ahh Ling Fan screamed in horror, quickly turned around and twisted the door open, and then there was a thump of going downstairs

The door that was thrown open by Ling Fan suddenly squeaked, and it slowly closed by itself as if someone was pushing it.