A soft female voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone: "May I ask if it is Han Dongzhi?" ”

This number that he saved as the label of "landlord's niece", Han Dongzhi actually knew the identity and behavior of the other party very well in his heart.

He vaguely agreed, and then heard the other party say: "Listen to my aunt, you have been creating a suspense recently, and I am also very interested in this." ”

Hearing her say this, Han Dongzhi's spirits were lifted, and he began to talk about his previous ideas, and finally he said: "I have been a little lacking in inspiration recently, so I only think about these for the time being." ”

The girl chuckled softly, "Why don't we come out tomorrow and continue talking, maybe we can give you some advice." ”

Han Dongzhi's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed: "That's the best." "He not only needs to talk, but also needs new ideas and inspiration. And the person who appears at this time, he can completely ignore her background, and even blur her gender.

When he ended the call, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, the girl on the phone didn't seem to correspond exactly to the person he had seen in the night place that day.

Han Dongzhi shook his head, simply put all these doubts behind him for the time being, turned around and returned to the bathroom, only to find that the red leather ball was lying quietly on the ground, and there was no movement.

I have the impression that I have never bought such a toy, could it be that Hao Rui brought it back before? Han Dongzhi picked up the ball and looked at it carefully.

A small leather ball suitable for children to play with, only the size of Han Dongzhi's palm, the color is a little old, and there are shallow cracks in some places.

At the bottom of the red ball, he found a line of small printed letters: "Made in a puppet workshop." ”

"It's... The name of the manufacturing plant? Sounds pretty special. ”

In the end, Han Dongzhi still threw the ball into the trash can downstairs along with the domestic garbage at home, and he was still a little taboo about this kind of thing of unknown origin.

This night, probably because he returned to his home, Han Dongzhi slept exceptionally well. Until a gust of cold wind crept into the house from the window, causing the temperature to drop by a few degrees.

Han Dongzhi's habit is to set the air conditioner for two hours when he sleeps, and it is half past two in the morning, and the air conditioner has already stopped working.

He wrapped himself in a thin quilt like a silkworm chrysalis, and he still felt cold. I glanced at the temperature gauge placed at the head of the bed in a drowsy mood, and it showed that the indoor temperature was only 16 degrees.

Han Dongzhi opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly came to his senses, he looked at the thermometer, and sure enough, it was sixteen degrees.

"How can it be so cold? Is it a dream? He glanced up at the air conditioner that had been turned off, and then at his phone, where the time showed half past two in the morning.

"Da... Da... The empty and strange voice sounded again, and it came into Han Dongzhi's ears from far and near.

Is it footsteps? He slipped into the covers in horror, his teeth chattering.

"Da! Da! Da! The voice suddenly became faster, and at the same time came more clearly.

"Who?! Who the hell is it? Han Dongzhi lifted the quilt and yelled unbearably.

The movement outside gradually disappeared, as if receiving Han Dongzhi's dissatisfaction and reined in.

It's dark outside the window. Han Dongzhi got up from the bed wrapped in the quilt, walked to the top light switch in the living room first, and turned on all the lights in the hall.

Suddenly the lights were bright.

His eyes were uncomfortable with this strong light, and Han Dongzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at every corner of the hall. As far as the naked eye can see, there are no anomalies.

Then he went into the bathroom and the kitchen, and looked at each of them, and they were all unusual. All the shadows were invisible in the light, and Han Dongzhi felt that he could only spend the long night with the lights on like this.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the voice of "da, da, da," sounded again, as if teasing him.

Han Dongzhi closed his eyes and carefully identified the source of the sound. He drew closer to the door, his voice becoming clearer.

So the strange sound was coming from outside the apartment door? Han Dongzhi looked out from the cat's eye, and when he caught a glimpse of the dark red, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, why did the ball that was thrown away come back?!

Whose prank must be this! Han Dongzhi hugged his arms and felt an inexplicable chill. At the end of summer, when it was still hot, it was like early winter indoors.

The red leather ball lay quietly outside the door, as if waiting for Han Dongzhi to welcome it home, and only the room in front of it was its only home.

Han Dongzhi struggled in his heart, he felt that this thing might not be so simple, he had seen similar scenes in the movie, the sudden drop in temperature, strange movements, it was possible that "that thing" was at work.

Have you been haunted by a ghost? He continued to watch the ball outside the goal. Could it be the dead Kirin? Han Dongzhi's heart was aching, and the ending of "Future Lover" was a shadow that he couldn't get out of for a while.

Thinking like this, he opened the door of the room like a ghost, picked up the ball and returned to his bed, holding it in his arms as if it were a treasure, and his eyes were a little stupid.

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Bai Xiaohan rubbed his sore neck and looked away from the stack of files on the table. I worked all night to find out the missing person who might correspond to the "nameless female corpse" in the explosion of the fuel tanker.

The office door was slowly pushed open, and the smell of fireworks from the breakfast shop came to my face. Xiao Wang smiled and raised the soy milk fritters in his hand and said, "I know you're still here, come and replenish some energy." ”

Bai Xiaohan casually tied his hair into a spiritual ponytail with his hands, with a faint tiredness on his face: "I'm old, I can't stand staying up late like this." ”

"How so? My white sister will always be eighteen! Xiao Wang took out the soy milk and handed it to Bai Xiaohan.

The steaming soy milk slowly exuded temperature in her slightly cool palm, and Bai Xiaohan only smiled lightly at the young officer's praise.

"How's it going, are all the DNA comparison results out?"

Xiao Wang leaned forward, lowered his voice and said, "The DNA comparison of the families who reported missing this year has all been done, and none of the results match. ”

"Could it be from earlier?" Bai Xiaohan pressed his temples and felt very surprised.

"However, there is one situation that I don't think is quite right..."Xiao Wang said with a solemn expression.

"Tell me about it." Bai Xiaohan took a sip of soy milk and motioned for him to continue.

"Two months ago, a man in his apartment in Guanlin reported his wife's disappearance to the police station, but the next day he said he had found her."

"Guanlin District? Which apartment exactly? Bai Xiaohan's heart tightened.

Sure enough, as fate would have it, everything pointed to the old-fashioned apartment in Guanlin District where Qin Mo lived.