Snowflakes swirled in the wind, sticking to the ground.

The temperature seems to be getting lower and lower, and Rao Shimei is wearing a thick down jacket on Chinese New Year's Eve, and he also feels that the chill here is almost penetrating into the bone marrow. He looked around vigilantly, only to see that the road was far away, the entire Jinqiao South Street seemed to be infinitely extended by the invisible hand, and the shops on both sides of the street also changed, the three-story brick buildings in the old city were transformed into the appearance of green tiles and cornices, and the high and low black ground plaques hung in the middle, there were no words on them, but a big arrow was drawn with green paint, pointing forward, like a safe passage sign in the middle of the night, revealing a green light behind the swirling black fog.

It's just that the safety signs mark the escape route, and these hundreds of arrows are afraid that they are pointing in the direction of death.

The human swallowed, took out his phone, and found that there was no signal in this place, so he turned around decisively, pulled up the box and walked in the opposite direction.

However, before he could take two steps, the arrows suddenly fell as if they had been discussed, as if they had been discussed.

Is "......" so smart?

Mei tried to walk back and forth a few steps on Chinese New Year's Eve, and found that the arrows really changed with the direction he was heading; And when he simply stood in front of a certain store, all the arrows pointed to the place where he stood, and the arrows on the plaque of that store were also very crisp, like a knife poking straight down.

With a hoarse and sluggish "squeak", the pair of wooden mallet doors with hollow patterns in front of him slowly opened, revealing the black hole in the hall. This one seems to be a restaurant, with four guises under the plaque, square tables and stools in the hall, a row of red lacquered water signs hanging on the counter, and a solid wooden staircase spiraling up, but it is empty, the corners and beams are covered with cobwebs, and all the objects are covered with a thick layer of dust.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, as if through the ashes in front of him, he saw an extremely prosperous scene: the windows of the store were bright and clean, filled with the fireworks of the market; Diners are fighting each other among the delicacies on the table, and the aroma of food and wine is intertwined with the words of the song of the little lady; Xiao Er enthusiastically solicited business, and the sound of serving food was endless...... In the hall, there was a handsome young man in a blue robe, smiling and waving to him.

The young man smiled very beautifully, as gentle as a brother next door; And this scene is also very familiar, as if he is not Mei Chinese New Year's Eve at the moment, but the old friend of the young man in the red robe, who originally existed in this scene...... He involuntarily raised one foot and tried to cross the threshold, but suddenly an agitated jade sound sounded in his ears, and he suddenly woke up and quickly retracted his foot before he could land.

Where is the smiling face of the young man in the twinkled robe in front of him? There is only the dust and smoke of the ruined room!

Fang Cai's illusion was like a dream, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was suddenly for a while, only to feel a headache all over her body, so she had to bend down to support the corner of her forehead, and slowly retreated back.

In case I didn't wake up just now, I stepped into the shop...... He didn't dare to think about it again.

At that moment, the thin fog suddenly became viscous, and the flow gathered into human-like shadows, which floated in mid-air with sighs, dragging out plane-like trajectories as they moved, trajectories tangled together like the torn edges of tattered robes.

“…… The way to ...... It's a long way to go...... Sad world...... There are few people who want to permanent...... Sad...... The viewer is ...... squinting"

The shadows of the mist seemed to be conscious, and gradually moved closer to the only living person here, forcing him back to the door of the restaurant; They sang songs that were neither sad nor joyful, and the tune turned like a record of an old Shanghai singer on a gramophone...... It's a pity that this record is too worn, not only is the sound fluctuating not clear enough, but it is also mixed with the murmur of electric current.

Sounds so fucking creepy.

Seeing these shadows like Munch's shouts approaching, he felt that his body and soul seemed to be separated: he was trembling all over, his back was full of cold sweat, and his legs and stomach were also turning; However, he could still wantonly scold this fucking situation in his heart, and there was a vague hint of happiness in his anger...... Luckily, he had already delivered the books to the second-hand bookstore, otherwise those cuties would have to be here with him.

The shadows were getting closer and closer, almost drowning him in them; They had no hands, but that didn't stop them from using their bodies condensed by the mist, holding humans immobile and pushing them into the restaurant.

The ticket gates of the train station during the Spring Festival are not so bad.

Mr. Mei was so squeezed that he struggled to stretch his neck, and his feet barely reached the ground—he felt that he probably didn't have time to turn into a terrible meal, because he was about to die in the stampede of the inhuman creatures.

At this moment, the chorus of the shadows suddenly became urgent, and the song, which was originally a little good, was about to become a monk's chanting; All the green arrows flashed with it, like an alternative neon sign, and like a countdown on an electronic watch, counting down to the last time of Mei's Chinese New Year's Eve.

Perhaps, the lobes of his lungs have been squeezed out...... He struggled to look at the rolling clouds, completely losing the strength to struggle.

And in front of his eyes, which began to turn white, a star of faint blue light suddenly flew by.

It was a burning piece of rune paper.

The rune paper fell into the group of "people", and suddenly those black shadows were burned, and the song stopped abruptly, turning into a terrible scream and wail in an instant. The blue flames spread silently and calmly among the non-humans, but they did not burn half a hole in the human clothes, and the black shadows scattered in panic, no longer caring about the Chinese New Year's Eve that was wrapped in them.

Suddenly losing the hold of the black shadows, Teacher Mei fell down softly, seeing that his forehead was about to splash three feet on the doorpost, a tall adult man's body shook and took him firmly in his arms.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve has never experienced so deeply that breathing is such a luxury. He leaned feebly on the man's shoulder, choking and coughing for a long time; The person who came was also very patient, not only adjusting a more comfortable standing posture, but also gently patting his back to help him breathe.

The cough was almost over, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve straightened up from the man's arms, and the man naturally released his waist, held his elbow, and asked, "Are you still standing firm?" ”

He pretended to stand firm, pressed down the man's hand, bent down and rubbed his calf, which was still a little numb, and said gratefully: "Thank you, I'm much better." ”

The snow was still falling, but the green-tiled cornices had receded as if the sun had sun, and three-story buildings with red walls and gray roofs appeared on both sides of the street. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve found that he had indeed not yet stepped out of Jinqiao South Street, he was standing in front of a flower shop, and a few steps further was the Jinhe Bridge, a famous cultural preservation building in the old town.

But what if this is also a mirage?

The timing of this person's appearance and rescue was too coincidental, either a priest who discovered a strange movement and came to investigate, or a powerful ghost disguised as a good person to deceive his trust. If this person is a monk, then everything will naturally be fine; But if it's a ghost...... If it's a ghost, there's no way for him to escape.

On the surface, the rookie has composed himself from his escape from death; However, under his calm look, there was a frightened heart that he had to be suspicious of anything that appeared around him. Mei sneaked up on the man on Chinese New Year's Eve, only to see the other party in a suit and leather shoes, a dark gray cashmere coat, and a briefcase in his hand; His hair was neatly combed into three or seven points, and he had a pair of metal round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he looked very much like a high-ranking intellectual.

Could there be such a sven ghost?

Or, can a terrible ghost be so sven?

"My name is Bai Qi," the man saw that Mei was still a little vigilant on Chinese New Year's Eve, so he took the initiative to take half a step back, leaving a safe and polite distance, and reported to himself, "I originally took advantage of today's snow to go to the pillow bookstore to ask an old friend for a drink, but I didn't expect that this street was under the formation, and there were still people trapped in the formation-your surname?" ”

Cooking wine and appreciating the snow can be said to be a very elegant intention.

"Don't be surnamed Mei, the plum of plum blossoms." Mei Chinese New Year's Eve gritted her teeth and said tentatively, "Excuse me, you ...... Who are your friends? ”

Although this person was still cautious and tentative when he spoke, the vigilance between his eyebrows had already dissipated most of it, and Mr. Bai's mood was a little better, and he replied with a light smile: "Qi Yanzhi from the Pillow Bookstore." ”

Mei was very calm when he heard him mention Boss Qi on Chinese New Year's Eve, and it really didn't seem like he had evil thoughts; Seeing that this Mr. Bai looked polite and polite, and his words and deeds were quite educated, the doubts in his heart were loosened by three points. After thinking about it, a rookie like himself who dies at the first poke basically has no need to bother to coax him, so he just grabbed it and swallowed it with blood and bones, isn't it beautiful?

That being said......

"I'll take you home." Just as he was silently entangled, Mr. Bai sincerely proposed.

Although he decided that there was no need for the other party to coax him, Mr. Mei's intuition still told him that something was not right, and subconsciously took a half step back: "This ...... I'm sorry for you......"

"No hassle, my car was parked just outside the pedestrian street. What's more......" Bai Qi frowned as if she couldn't bear it, "With all due respect, you have a ghost on you, I'm afraid many things want to touch you." ”

“……”

The ghost made a miracle, but Mei still got into Mr. Bai's car on Chinese New Year's Eve and reported the name of the community where she lived.

Mr. Bai drove the car, first took him around the downtown area for a long time, and then found a parking space in front of the supermarket at the entrance of the community, and instructed wholeheartedly: "You go to the supermarket first, there are many people in the supermarket, and the atmosphere is very complicated, and then go home, they can't follow you." ”

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was actually nervous all the way, he was afraid that Mr. Bai would take him to some strange place, and he was relieved to see that he had really arrived at the gate of the community. Bai Qi helped him lift the bar box from the trunk, handed him a business card, and told him to call the number on the business card if he encountered another unnatural event. Teacher Mei took the business card with some restraint, put it in the pocket of the down jacket, thanked him timidly, and dragged the trolley box to the supermarket.

Mr. Bai's gaze looked through the lenses and then over the car window, intoxicatingly tracing the back of the human being, and the corners of his lips hooked a fascinated and suppressed smile.