It's a breakthrough! The fire burned down half of the town, but it couldn't burn the traces of a person's existence. But it is also difficult, the pen pal name Xie Zhiyuan can't be sure whether it's a real name or a pen name, and the real name is just that, but if it's a pen name, it's not easy to check.

Gu Xi didn't focus on this topic anymore, his eyes were once again staring at the dark streets, "From the school to the post office across a mile, what kind of fire can spread here?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and reacted, just now he walked to the school with me and walked back, in fact, he was measuring the distance between the two places? But didn't the uncle of the grain and oil store say...... "It started in the woods, and the fire can't be controlled." "And the roads here are rugged, and the fire trucks can't come to put out the fires, so relying solely on the people of the town to fight the fire with water is probably a drop in the bucket. This is also the sadness of that era and geographical restrictions, and you can imagine how desperate the people who were trapped in the fire pit at that time could only wait for death.

Death?! I shuddered and an incredible thought crossed my mind.

Gu Xi turned his eyes to look at me for a moment, "It seems that you have already thought of the key point." ”

There was a chill down my spine, and since I came to this town since my trip, the focus has always been on finding Xie Zhiyuan, but I have neglected one of the most important points—the seventh letter.

I can't forget the content of the letter, especially the sentence "I killed someone"! The uncle said that the fire happened more than 10 years ago, and the seventh letter that my pen pal wrote to me was 12 years ago, which is ......

I didn't calm down, I took off Gu Xi's hand and walked to the door, "I'll go out for a while, you rest first." ”

From the stairs, I saw Xie Xiaoqin dozing off in the bar, and she coughed twice, she woke up and saw that it was me who asked enthusiastically, "Why haven't you slept yet?" I scratched my arm and replied, "There are mosquitoes in the house, come down and buy a mosquito coil at the commissary." That being said, I deliberately slowed down.

I saw Xie Xiaoqin get up from the chair and look out, and said uncertainly: "The commissary may be closed at this time." ”

"Huh? So what to do? ”

She thought for a moment and said, "I still have the rest over there, go get it for you." ”

I was overjoyed and said, "That's great." "Follow her into the back room, and look around this somewhat dark place, there are indeed many signs of decay. Seeing her push open a door, I pretended to be casual and asked, "Why do you look older down here than you do upstairs?" ”

She was stunned, turned her head and said: "This is an old house underneath, it's been decades, don't worry, Sister Yuan, all the people you live upstairs are renovated." I smiled and nodded, "Mm-hmm, understood." ”

As she approached the cabinet to rummage through it, I leaned against the door and asked, "Why didn't you renovate the ground floor when you built the house?" ”

"When I asked my dad, he said that it was a blessing that the fire didn't burn down all the houses, and he couldn't break the ground again, otherwise he would be taboo."

"Fire?" I feigned doubts.

Xie Xiaoqin is very simple, she has no scheming, and I used five barrels of oil to get closer to her before, so it was very speculative to talk to me. "Yes, you can't see it, there was a fire in our town more than ten years ago, which burned down nearly half of the town, and my dad took the whole town to put out the fire, and he broke his leg. It was a coincidence that the fire was extinguished in the next room, so the ground floor was only slightly blackened, and then my dad had it painted and built two floors on top of it to open the hotel. ”

"Half of the town burned," I sighed, "that fire was really big, how old were you then?" ”

"I'm only ten years old, I'm not very sensible, and I see a lot of people crying and losing their homes."

"Then your ......"

"My house is fine, just outside the range of the fire." Xie Xiaoqin found the mosquito coil at this time, turned around and handed it to me and said, "Sister Yuan, go up quickly, it's not early, I see that no one closes at twelve o'clock to go to bed, I'm so sleepy." ”

I was stunned for a moment, "Are you still closed?" ”

"Of course it's closed, if it's a big city, no one will come at night, and there's no one on the street. Don't worry, I'll get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning and open the door. ”

I nodded and walked out with a mosquito coil, but when I went up the stairs, I turned around and asked casually, "Xiaoqin, how old are you this year?" ”

She burst out laughing, "I'm 22 years old, what about you?" ”

After a moment's silence, I replied, "25." ”

Back upstairs I was completely distracted, 22 minus 10 is a simple math problem, just 12.

Is it really a coincidence?

Or is the "killing" in the pen pal letter actually referring to this fire that has consumed many lives?

If so, really...... It's scary. What motivated him to set this fire? Is it just because of his own darkness? Where is the conscience?

Stripped of the hidden fragments in the ten paintings, the light appears from the surface, representing the artist's extremism, decadence and despair. I don't know what happened to make this person so dark, but people's psychology is really crazy.

Absentmindedly opened the door and entered, and found that Gu Xi was no longer in the room, and wanted to go to the next door and tell him what he had just obtained, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. The windows were open, and the heat made the whole room dull. I locked the doors and windows and went into the bathroom to freshen up and lay down, the room had no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan hanging from the ceiling.

This scene reminds me of my childhood, when almost no one had an air conditioner, either a floor fan or an older ceiling fan, and the sound was rattling and disturbing the night.

But this night I fell asleep surprisingly quickly, and I dreamed.

In my dream, I was walking alone on the street, and the houses on both sides had the atmosphere of the age, and they were all low-rise houses on one floor. After walking all the way, I didn't meet anyone, and I looked back consciously, and found that the house behind me was more eye-catching than others, because it was painted with a layer of dark green lacquer, and the first word on the sign hanging on it could be vaguely seen: Post.

This color gives the first impression at all times, and with the word "post", it confirms that this is a post office, and I found an old mailbox in front of the door. I was stunned, and suddenly I saw a figure on a bicycle not far away, and stopped by the mailbox with one foot on the brakes, it was a postman wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

After he opened the mailbox with the key, he took out the letter inside, probably not taking it properly, and suddenly a letter fell to the ground. The postman leaned over to pick it up, but unexpectedly he ran into his bicycle and scattered the letters in the green mail bag hanging in the back seat of the car to the ground. He stomped his feet, annoyed, but crouched down helplessly.

I looked down at the letter on the ground, and I didn't know what was going on, and I couldn't make out the specific words on the envelope. But just when I glanced at it casually, I suddenly saw a familiar handwriting, and I stepped forward, isn't that ......

At this time, the postman raised his head, and the handwriting on the envelope could not clearly see the other person's face, and he could only distinguish from the vague outline that the person was very young, and the figure looked very thin.

When he looked down again, he looked very anxious, picked up all the letters and put them in his bag, and walked into the post office, without even helping the car that had fallen to the ground.

I was about to walk in with it, when I suddenly felt a rush behind me, and subconsciously turned around, only to see a monstrous fire sweeping like a fire dragon with a thunderous momentum. My whole body froze, especially when I tried to move, I found that my body could not move at all, and I could only watch as the fire dragon rushed towards me and devoured me......

The suffocating heat surrounds me, wait, suffocating? Hot? Why not burns?

I woke up suddenly, my eyes widened, the ceiling fan was still blowing on the top, where was the fire dragon? Everything was a dream just now, but this dream ...... It's so real.

Except for the burning sensation of the fire rolling up to my body, the scene of the fire spreading was very real, as if I was really there. I lay in a daze for a while, my brain was churning, and when I got up, I was still in a trance. I went to the bathroom and threw myself in cold water before I finally woke up, but when I stepped out of the bathroom door, I slammed it, and the postman in my dream ...... Isn't it too young?

If I were thinking about it day and dreaming at night, the postman in the dream should be interpreted as the outline of the uncle of the grain and oil store more than ten years ago, who was at least fifty years old this year, and was in his forties twelve years ago.

Although dreams are a reflection of people's nihilistic imagination and usually cannot be taken true, the human brain is very strange, it may be imaginative, and even derive some nonsensical things, but all thinking has roots.

I can't figure out why I had such a dream, if the letter from the post office, the fire, and the pen pal were influenced by the information I knew, then what was the root of the message of this young postman who could not have been an uncle in the grain and oil store?

I went to knock on Gu Xi's door in a trance, but I didn't see him open the door after knocking for a while.

Is it already out?