After taking fever-reducing medicine, I reluctantly got up to brush my teeth and wash my face, and went to the living room to eat. I didn't have an appetite at all, but I still had to eat.

Grandma Wen Zi asked me about my situation and sighed: "This Mid-Autumn Festival has been sick and murderous. ”

After breakfast, he and Wen Tsai went to the clinic to check the situation, and a cordon had been set up, and a lot of people gathered to watch the excitement, and several policemen stopped people outside and were not allowed to approach.

The body had been taken away, and I could barely see a large pool of blood on the ground next to the door of the clinic.

How does this sound familiar? I was dizzy, my mind was a mess, and I didn't bother to think about it.

The high fever has not subsided, Uncle Man Tsai received a call from his aunt, rushed to the hospital to see Xiaochao, and asked me if I should go to the hospital too.

If the nearby clinic is still successful, I really don't want to toss all the way to the hospital, more than ten years of coming and going are these minor diseases, I am used to it, just just lie down.

During this period, the police came to me and Wen Tsai to understand the situation, answered honestly, and left after asking.

Until the evening, my symptoms still did not improve, and I had taken the fever reducer three or four times.

Wen Tsai couldn't stand it anymore and persuaded me to go to the hospital, if I had a good job here, he couldn't afford it.

I used to burn for three or four days, but I wasn't worried, but it was very uncomfortable. So he said, "It's getting late, if you don't go back tomorrow, go to the hospital again." ”

Uncle Wen Tsai and they never came back, and the aunt called back, with a crying voice saying that Xiaochao's fever has not subsided, the hospital injection has also been given, and the blood has also been tested, but the cause cannot be found, and they must be hospitalized for observation. There are several households in the hospital that are also in the urban village, all of whom are children who played with Xiaochao last night, and those children also have unexplained high fevers, but they are not unconscious like Xiaochao.

Last night in the kindergarten, except for Wen Zai, all of them had a fever, which obviously doesn't seem like an accident.

Wen Zai's second uncle asked Wen Tsai what he did last night and how this situation could happen.

Wen Tsai was also wronged, so he had to tell me everything about what happened in the kindergarten last night.

"What do you say they play?" Grandma Wen Tsai suddenly asked.

"It's just a person standing in the middle, with some toy weapons on the ground, and the others are holding dragonflies in their hands and circling around him, chanting what kind of obsessed boy, ecstasy array or something, saying that it is to invite the great god." Wen Tsai said.

"Isn't this a 'fan boy'? I haven't seen anyone play in years, how do they play? Grandma Wen Tsai wondered.

"Mom, I usually tell you, don't give the children those godly things! Look, something is wrong now! What the hell is that boy for? Second Uncle Wen Tsai complained.

"I didn't say this, this is a boy's play, women can't watch it when they play, I just know that there is such a thing, and I don't understand the detailed process, besides, this fan boy invited a master, and it was sent away, nothing happened." Wen Tsai's grandmother was wronged.

Wen Zai's second uncle misunderstood his mother, so he had to turn his head to look at Wen Zai: "How do these little ghosts know about this godly game?" What did you teach? ”

"When we arrived, they were already playing again, how could it be that I taught them!" Wen Tsai was dissatisfied.

The matter is not settled.

Dizzy at night, it seems that this high fever has no intention of going away, and I really have to go to the hospital tomorrow.

Headache and brain fever, I can't sleep, I am dazed, half asleep.

"Diligent woman, no coffin, no one to carry after death;

A half-bed mat, and the sisters' helpers threw it into the sea......"

A faint singing voice came into my ears.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing on the streets of an urban village, surrounded by white fog, with the lights out and the houses closed, and it was dark.

Am I not lying in bed? How could it be here! How did I get here? Why don't you have any impression at all?

"Diligent woman, no coffin, no one to carry after death; Half a mat with one bed slat......"

A woman's singing voice was heard, and a slender figure appeared in the mist. With his back to me, he couldn't see his face.

"Who are you? Are you singing? I asked.

She turned her head slowly, and just as she was about to show her cheeks, the figure suddenly disappeared in the mist.

I was stunned, what about people? Why is it gone? I walked forward quickly, standing where she had just been, looking left and right, surrounded by white fog, black-lit buildings on both sides, and not half a human figure.

"Diligent woman, no coffin, no one to carry after death;

A half-bed mat, and the sisters' helpers threw it into the sea......"

The song came from the front, and I turned to look, and a slender figure appeared in front of me, in a posture that was about to show its cheeks.

She turned her head and walked slowly forward.

"Wait! Who are you? I walked briskly towards her.

Her speed seemed slow, but it was always out of reach, and no matter how much I sped up, I couldn't shorten the distance between us, but it didn't increase either.

Her figure was always ahead, as if to guide me somewhere.

The ethereal singing lingers in the ears, flickering far and near, and the aftermath is endless.

An abrupt light appeared in front of you, had you arrived at the place? I walked forward and there was Dr. Huang's clinic. Hasn't it been blocked by the police? Why are you still open? The cordon is also gone.

When I walked to the door of the clinic, I saw that it was neatly cleaned up, and Dr. Huang, wearing a white coat, stood straight at the door.

I wondered more and more, wasn't Dr. Huang beaten to death? Could it be that the Dr. Huang who died is not this Dr. Huang? The surname "Huang" is also relatively common, and it is not surprising that the surname is the same.

"Not off work yet?" I asked.

"I'm waiting for you." Dr. Wong smiled kindly.

"Wait for me?" I'm inexplicable, waiting for me to do what? Do I owe him money? Or did he pick up my wallet and want to learn from Lei Feng?

"Don't go any further, you won't be able to come back." He said.

I don't know why: "Can't come back?" Why can't you come back? What's the place ahead? ”

"It's not where you should be, go back."

The surroundings suddenly darkened, whether it was the lights of the clinic or the white fog on the street, they were completely absent for a while.

I looked left and right in shock, why did it suddenly darken?

"Dr. Wong! Dr. Wong! I called twice, but there was no response. What about people? Why is it suddenly gone? What the hell is going on!

Bang dang! A loud bang was heard.

I snapped my eyes open, and the bright light filled my surroundings.

It's a dream!

I moved, but I still couldn't lift up the slightest strength, my head was groggy, and the sky was spinning for a while, and I was nauseous and nauseous. His breath was burning and his eyes were steaming.

It seems that the situation has not improved, but has worsened.

An angry voice came: "This is an evil spirit!" ”