It seemed that the mysterious person was more anxious than me, and just when I hesitated, another text message was sent: "If you want to know who Wang Zitang is, only I can tell you in Huaiyang City now." ”

After hesitating and struggling for a moment, I made up my mind to go in, and found a low courtyard wall next to the closed gate and climbed over it.

After falling into this barren playground that had been deserted for more than ten years and was already overgrown, I took out my phone and tried to send a message to the mysterious man: "I've come in, where can I find you?" ”

In less than ten seconds, I received a reply: "Your favorite place, speed up, I'm running out of time." ”

My favorite place?

I frowned and pondered for a moment, but after all, I didn't understand what it meant, and sent a few more text messages to that number to ask, but unfortunately they all sank into the sea, and there was no reply.

But looking at the content of that text message, it seems that the mysterious person's situation is not very good, so I don't dare to delay, so I can only move forward tentatively while thinking about this sentence with all my strength in my heart.

If he was so anxious, why didn't he just explain where I was going to find him, or maybe he would simply come to me?

The matter is indeed urgent, but he has adopted such a complex method of playing dumb riddles, then it can only say one thing:

It is true that he came to me because of an urgent matter, but his situation at this time is not optimistic, or he should be under the surveillance of the "enemy", so he can only use such vague words to convey information to me.

Think about it from another perspective, if I want to convey information when I am surrounded by strong enemies, what means will I use to mix in the information?

Your favorite place!

Like!

Herein lies the problem!

If I send a message normally, I will definitely ask people to choose the most familiar place instead of the favorite place!

My favorite place?

After stumbling over the dilapidated school building, it dawned on me.

In Huaiyang Primary School, I was in different classes and classrooms every year, but if I had the favorite, it would definitely be the fourth class of the fifth grade.

In the fourth class of the fifth grade, I met my first crush, the girl with long hair, for the first time.

In the faint moonlight, I carefully crossed the playground where the weeds had reached my waist, avoiding the oddly shaped construction debris beneath my feet, and then I slipped into the abandoned school building through a window with broken glass.

The inside of the school building was pitch black, and the smell of time and dust mixed together was all in the nose, some indescribable rancid, but more disgusting.

I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeve, took out my mobile phone with my other hand and turned on the flashlight function, followed my childhood memories, bent over and walked towards the fifth floor.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but every time I pass the corner of the stairs, I always faintly hear one or two extremely slight breathing sounds, the sound is very soft and long, and I can't tell whether it is a human or a small animal.

But I had already reached this point, and I could only grit my teeth and move forward, and I could only insinuate to myself frantically in my heart that the sounds I heard were all illusions caused by nervousness.

Somehow, I finally reached the fifth floor.

Looking at the empty and dilapidated hallway, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

At that moment, a swift black shadow flashed in front of me!

Immediately after, something that seemed to be a hand suddenly grabbed me by the collar from behind me, and before I could react, I felt a majestic force directly pulling me backwards!

The force was so strong that the collar in front of me tightly strangled my throat, and in an instant I was dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the impact, and at this time my limbs were weak, and my phone had already fallen to nowhere it had fallen, and I could not even do a symbolic struggle, so I could only let the person behind me pull me backwards, but the rancid stench that I could smell as soon as I entered the school building became clearer and more pungent, as if the host of the smell was beside me.

Just as my consciousness was getting more and more hazy, I suddenly heard a crisp footstep in my ear!

With the last of my strength, my eyes widened, and I vaguely saw a thin man in black sprinting towards me at an alarming speed, and I could barely see what he looked like, except that he was holding a knife in his hand, the same one I had seen in my hallucination on the balcony.

For some reason, when I saw this knife, I was so relieved that I was unusually relaxed.

The next moment, I fainted, of course.

In the last moments when my consciousness was about to dissipate, I seemed to feel the man in black walk up to my side and let out a soft sigh, as if hesitating and struggling.

When I woke up again, my throat was still slightly sore.

I held on to the wall with one hand, slowly got up from the newspaper under me, gently rubbed my throat, and smiled helplessly in my heart, I didn't expect that I would faint twice in one night.

Before I could stand still, a slightly vicissitudes of voice suddenly came from in front of me: "If you can't wake up in three minutes, I can only slap you awake." ”

I was indeed startled by this sudden voice, and hurriedly looked up for the sound, but saw a figure in black looking out through the window in front of me, he was wearing a black tight tracksuit, his figure was a little thin, and his hairstyle was the most common flat head.

Beneath him was a cigarette butt that had been pruned off, and on the windowsill to his left stood a high-end looking night market binocular.

If this was the guy who texted me, he must have been here using the telescope to watch my every move at the school gate.

I looked around and confirmed two things: first, I was indeed in the classroom of the fourth class of the fifth grade at this time; Second, the whole classroom was empty, and it was just the two of us, so I should be safe for now.

The figure in black didn't look back, but he seemed to be able to sense my movements, "Don't look, they won't be able to find this place anytime soon." ”

I leaned my back against the wall and tried to give myself some security: "Who are they?" Is it the one who attacked me in the hallway? ”

The figure in black slowly exhaled several smoke rings, and then I saw that he had been holding a cigarette in his hand, but he was pinching the butt of the cigarette with his index finger and thumb, and the cigarette butt was facing the palm of his hand, so that it was difficult for others to see that he had a cigarette in his hand except him.

He didn't answer the question, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want one?" ”

I stared at his back for a long time, and I wanted to refuse, but in the end, my heart moved, and I said softly, "It's okay to have one." ”

The figure in black sneered: "Don't show off your cleverness in front of me, stand still and don't move, if you dare to take a step forward, I promise to make you faint again immediately." ”

The scheming was seen through by him at a glance, and I was a little embarrassed, and the right foot that had just been raised was slowly retracted.

He picked up the cigarette and lighter on the windowsill, still looking out the window, and threw it back, but before I could react, the cigarette and lighter fell into my arms.

Cigarettes are ordinary white sand, and lighters are cheap lighters in supermarkets.

I pulled a dot out of it, took a deep breath, and asked, "I'm throwing this thing at you?" But let's be honest, I've never been very good at the head, so don't blame me for hitting you. ”

The figure in black waved his hand: "I've sent you, I can't get used to the white sand, it's too strong, and my throat is spicy." ”

I shrugged my shoulders and casually asked, "You seem to know me well?" Do you even know what I like to smoke? ”

"It's not a big secret, everyone around you knows it."

"No, they don't." I looked at the back of the figure in black and said slowly, "I don't smoke much outside, and when I smoke occasionally with my friends, I only smoke fine cigarettes like Xinyue, and I have never smoked white sand in front of outsiders. ”

The man in black paused as he smoked, and then smiled bitterly: "Fuck, I didn't expect you to be so cunning, and if you weren't careful, you got into your sleeve." ”

I couldn't hold back the doubts in my heart any longer, and asked directly, "Who are you?" I came to such great lengths to call me over, even without knowing anything about you, so I hope you can live up to my trust and tell me who you really are! ”

The figure in black was silent for a moment before he said leisurely: "First of all, I thank you for your trust, but please forgive me for not being able to tell you my name now, I can only say ...... I'm your friend. ”

Seeing that the other party was showing signs of loosening, I immediately pressed step by step: "I don't have such sneaky friends!" ”

"Sneaky? Oh, yes...... Sneaky ......" The figure in black lowered his head and sighed decadently, as if he was very tired and sad, then he took another puff of cigarette, shook his head and said, "This world has changed, even if I used to be beautiful and proud, now I still have to be careful and careful, and if I make a mistake, I will lose all the games." ”

Since he has always refused to reveal his identity, I can only attack in another direction: "Okay, you don't say the name, I don't ask, then can you tell me, what are you calling me over?" ”

The figure in black smiled, and the laughter inexplicably made me feel a little weird and frightened: "I...... I just wanted to see you. ”

"You're a psychopath! You went to such lengths to call me to such a place just to see me? "My heart was burned with anger, I was a self-righteous fool, a prank with no beginning and no end, and I was stunned to let me, a second fool, take it seriously.

"Don't worry...... Don't worry......" The figure in black noticed my gaffe, took a puff of cigarette and comforted me, but was about to say something when he suddenly bent down and coughed violently.

Only then did I realize that the thick smell of tobacco on his body was faintly mixed with a faint smell of blood.

He's not an old smoking gun! The reason why I smoked such a strong white sand tonight was because I wanted to use the smell of tobacco to cover up the blood on my body!

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