Qi Yuan died.

This is the news that Fu Sheng received yesterday.

The funeral will be held in the funeral home, and family, friends, and school colleagues will pass by.

Fu Sheng and Qi Yuan are both teachers in Wutong High School, and they are teachers in a grade group, and they have a very good relationship, and they basically chat together when they are free.

The day before yesterday, Qi Yuan asked the leader for sick leave, and Fu Sheng also knew about it.

He thought that Qi Yuan was just under too much mental pressure and wanted to rest for two days, but he didn't expect him to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

In his impression, Qi Yuan was not the kind of person who ended his life easily.

But that's the way it is, and besides, people are already dead, so it's useless to deny it.

At nine o'clock in the morning of this day, Fu Sheng followed other colleagues from the school to the funeral home.

A lot of wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall, and Qi Yuan's wife Li Nan received relatives and friends who came to attend the funeral at the door.

Fu Sheng came to the front of the mourning hall, looked inside, and saw Qi Yuan's posthumous photo, and the colleague next to him came to Qi Yuan's posthumous portrait after shaking hands with Li Nan and bowed to him three times.

Qi Yuan's body was behind the statue, and his colleagues walked slowly to see him one last time.

Fu Sheng was the last of his colleagues to enter the mourning hall, and as soon as he entered, he felt a coldness spread around his body. He didn't think much about it, stood in front of Qi Yuan's statue and bowed, and said silently: "Let's go." ”

After looking at Qi Yuan's peaceful body, Fu Sheng couldn't stand it a little, came to the edge of the pool outside the spiritual platform, and lit a cigarette.

Subsequently, he heard many people around him talking about why Qi Yuan committed suicide.

It's all pointless speculation.

There was only one that aroused his curiosity.

"I heard that Qi Yuan seemed to have been to a place like a supernatural office on the morning he jumped off the building, and he didn't know what he was going to do."

"I heard it seems to have something to do with his recent sleepwalking?"

"Is that true?"

These words are spoken by women who like to chew on the root of their tongues.

Although Fu Sheng was curious, he didn't take it to heart.

At about ten o'clock, he left the funeral home, and on the way back, he thought a lot, thinking of what Qi Yuan had said about his recent sleepwalking when he asked the leader for leave.

However, if you are sleepwalking, you can go to the hospital, so why go to a supernatural office?

Fu Sheng shook his head, he couldn't understand this matter, he himself had a little sleepwalking symptoms in the past week, but it felt like it was all because of his mind, not like sleepwalking.

He didn't bother to think about it, and when he came back to his senses, he was already at the school gate.

……

The school ended at half past five in the afternoon, and it was already six o'clock when Fu Sheng got off work, and it was half past six when he got home.

He is not a native of Tongzhou, and he has always been single, so he rented a bachelor apartment to live in.

I had a casual dinner, and since then I've been preparing for tomorrow's class, and it's already half past nine in the evening when I'm done.

After washing up, he lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone, and at about half past ten, he turned off the light and began to sleep.

It's just that when he thinks of Qi Yuan jumping off the building and committing suicide, he always feels empty in his heart. The people who were eating lunch together two days ago are gone today, who can stand this kind of thing!

But I can't stand it anymore and I have to sleep, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow.

Putting aside the chaotic thoughts, drowsiness gradually set in.

Time passed minute by minute, the air conditioner was on in the room, it was a little too cold, he subconsciously wrapped the quilt around his body, his consciousness sank like diving, and he didn't know how long it took, there was no movement around, and all perceptions disappeared.

He fell asleep quietly.

……

"Whew!"

A cold gust of wind struck suddenly.

"Huh?" Fu Sheng felt the coldness coming from his body and woke up subconsciously. In a daze, he thought he was still in bed, and he wanted to reach out and pull the quilt.

But when he saw the environment in front of him through his eyes, he was stunned.

"I'm ...... Where is it? No...... Sleepwalking again, right? "He'd sleepwalked twice before, but he had never told anyone about it, and this time it seemed to be sleepwalking.

He looked at the place in front of him suspiciously, it was pitch black, the full moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the lights on the road in the distance seemed dim and distant.

It seemed to be late at night, there were not many cars on the road, and there was no movement in the silent night except for the sound of the wind.

The moment the cool breeze hit, he was completely awake.

He wanted to turn his head to see where he was, but he found that when he tried to move, his neck felt like it was imprisoned, unable to move.

Not only that, but he found that he couldn't control his feet, hands, up and down his body, and even his eyelids, as if he was like a puppet being manipulated by others.

"What's going on? Why can't I move? ”

Fu Sheng couldn't understand his current situation. In the previous two times, as soon as he was conscious, he was able to regain control of his body, but now he can't, why?

And the most tangled thing is that he can't move, but he can feel his body, including the cold, and the pain in the soles of his feet as if he has stepped on nails.

Just as he wondered why he couldn't move, he noticed his head move and his gaze began to wander.

His gaze didn't move quickly, and through his own eyes, he saw a familiar road below, as well as a public bicycle shed on the sidewalk, and a familiar fence and school gate.

"Here it is...... Sycamore High School? ”

"I, I, I'm on the roof of the school?!" Fu Sheng stared at the pitch-black green belt downstairs, his heart was flustered, he saw where he was, it was the roof of the first teaching building of Wutong High School.

"How did I get here?"

He didn't understand how he had come from his distant home to where he worked, and he was still standing on the roof!

At this moment, he saw in his sight that his unshoed foot suddenly stepped over a wall about knee-high.

"This is, what is this for? Jumping off a building? Fu Sheng panicked in his heart.

Then, the other foot also stepped on the wall, and on the narrow wall, Fu Sheng's body trembled, as if he would fall downstairs as soon as the wind blew.

"No, you don't really want to jump off the building! Other! Wake up, wake up! ”

He shouted in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. His feet began to move, and he began to move into the air outside the wall.

He was devastated, and he just wanted to wake up quickly.

Suddenly, at this moment, a strange gust of wind came from the darkness in the distance, and instantly came in front of him.

His head suddenly lifted, and his gaze was fixed on the slightly dark gust of wind.

Fu Sheng saw a pair of dark eyes appear in the yin wind, full of resentment, and in an instant, the yin wind hit, and the sound of rubbing against the air seemed to be roaring, and suddenly crashed into Fu Sheng's uncontrolled body.

The force of the impact was not great, and the yin wind passed directly through his body.

Fu Sheng's body couldn't stop this force, and he fell backwards in an instant, falling on the concrete floor.

"Ahh Fu Sheng screamed miserably, covering his sore buttocks.

Momentarily stunned, he reached out and touched his head, and he found that he was able to control his body.

He looked around in horror, his eyes full of fear and doubt, not understanding what had just happened.