"You're distracted! What do you think? ”

"Nope." Ji Zimo coughed dryly, and asked with a solemn face, "Do you remember Su Qingmei?" ”

"Remember, she's a neighbor to me."

"Neighbors?" Could it be that Shi Lin is mistaken, how could Su Qingmei be his neighbor? Ji Zimo secretly wondered. At the same time, since he knew Su Qingmei, why didn't he mention another woman who was close to him? Did he forget!

Shi Lin suddenly burst out and laughed exaggeratedly: "Look at what makes you nervous, she is Su Qingmei but not the one you know, but the same name." ”

Ji Zimo showed a noncommittal look at Shi Lin's words. His slender fingertips stroked the tip of his nose and smiled abruptly, "Nervous wool, I'm talking about you, don't talk nonsense." ”

Shi Lin didn't seem to hear Ji Zimo's words, but Gu Zi gushed endlessly: "Su Qingmei is pitiful, really, her mother-in-law is simply not human, constantly instigating in front of her husband, and monitoring her whereabouts. ”

Ji Zimo closed his eyes and listened to the other party's story, as if he saw two Su Qingmei. One is Su Qingmei in his mind, the other is unclear and blurry, and the two Su Qingmei are really and three-dimensional in his mind with tears on his face. His heart was stabbed again, the pain intensified, and his face turned pale.

"Are you alright?"

"What?" Ji Zimo never revealed his emotions in front of others, even if he was distressed because he heard about Su Qingmei, he still looked indifferent and calm in Shi Lin's eyes.

In the eyes of others, he Ji Zimo is a useless sculpture. He doesn't understand the elegance and snow, he doesn't understand the West Chamber of the Red Mansion, and his emotional intelligence is zero. If it weren't for that, how could he miss Su Qingmei?

Su Qingmei likes Ji Zimo, and Shi Lin has long known it.

Once, Su Qingmei secretly inquired about Ji Zimo's situation in front of Shi Lin, and every time he came to the Arc de Triomphe Song and Dance Hall, the place where he sat was still the corner where they first met and looked at each other from afar, but every time it was him Ji Zimo who broke the contract.

The truth is that Ji Zimo has a hard time, and every time Su Qingmei asks Shilin to ask him with a letter, every time he strangely encounters some bad things and delays time. In fact, every time he came, he was only an hour or half an hour late, and every time he came, he stayed in front of the empty position, and stayed until late before he was reluctant to leave.

The stone forest is a chatterbox, and it is difficult to close it once it is opened.

Because of the fear in his heart, he was very painful. Now I share the fear in my heart, my spirit is good, and I have more words. From the strange things that happened around him, to Su Qingmei, and then the topic turned to the explosion that happened more than an hour ago.

"It's a pity that car, Dongfeng Citroen, worth 108,800."

"You see?" Ji Zimo was surprised.

"Not only did I see it, but I also saw the guy in the car screaming." Shi Lin pursed his lips, took a sip of "pain" vigorously, and frowned, "Damn, it's really painful, it's so spicy all the way, cool!" ”

Ji Zimo was thinking about the spontaneous combustion incident just now, Shi Lin saw the person in the car, could he ......, "Do you know that person?" ”

Shi Lin put down the cup, "That can everyone know, but when the car spontaneously combusted and exploded, I slept in the underground parking room." ”

"Where are you sleeping?"

Shi Lin wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "In order to come early, I stayed there and went to sleep, but the sound of the explosion woke me up, but it was scary to see the person in the car howling, and it was very scary to see the person in the car, and it was very scary to be on fire." ”

"You called the police?"

"I forgot my phone and dialed a pay phone." Shi Lin said and squeezed his eyes at Ji Zimo and said, "I didn't give money." ”

Ji Zimo was silent, looked up at the stone forest, moved his mouth to speak, and looked around hesitantly. really felt that it was not appropriate to talk about that at this time, he secretly clenched his fist and swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach.

It was very late, and Ji Zimo said apologetically to Shilin: "Let's go!" Someone is going to evict them later. ”

Shi Lin was surprised: "Didn't you say that you had something to tell me?" How, let's go! ”

Ji Zimo sighed and said, "Maybe this matter will be told to you later." At 11:30, Ji Zimo got up from his seat, went to the counter to settle the bill, and then left with Shi Lin one after the other.

Ji Zimo felt that there was a pair of eyes behind him that had been watching, and he suddenly turned his head. The waiter at the counter hurriedly bowed his head and turned to tidy up the wine cabinet in disguise.

Ji Zimo and Shi Lin's route home was north-south, one facing east and the other west, and they broke up at the crossroads. The noise of the motorbike was like thunder in the silent night, and the rumbling spread far through the night, which made him very uneasy, especially when he got home, for fear that the noise would alarm the neighbors.

Ji Zimo is not an old man, but lives in his parents' house temporarily. And the parents took their sister to the country, where they had a very old villa.

Ji Zimo's sister Ji Shanshan is very beautiful, I heard that she has been in love recently, the other party is an aspiring young man, and her appearance is not bad, Ji Zimo has never seen it once.

He didn't want to embarrass his sister and let the other party know that his girlfriend's brother Ji Zimo was a mortician.

A house of three, living in one person is somewhat empty. Ji Zimo stayed alone in such a large space, feeling the master's feelings, enjoying the master's enjoyment, he threw his body into the sofa and didn't want to move.

When he entered the door, Ji Zimo pressed the phone message player.

Ji Shanshan's coquettish voice came from the phone: "Brother, you missed the appointment again, today is your sister's birthday!" ”

Oops, Ji Zimo got up and looked at his phone carefully only to find that he didn't know when the phone was out of battery. said that he was going to celebrate his sister's birthday today, but he was asked by Shi Lin to chat at the Arc de Triomphe.

Ji Zimo smiled bitterly, hugged the pillow in a lazy posture and continued to listen to the next phone message.

"Zimo, you have something to do tomorrow. The body was burned beyond recognition, the police want you to help fix it, you can take the lead in this matter of me having a cold and feeling sick recently! Master's slightly old and solemn voice resounded in his ears.

Ji Zimo was stunned, the corpse in the spontaneously combusted car?

Then the phone message rang again, and it was a set of unfamiliar and familiar voices, "Ji Zimo, do you remember me?" Zhang Yang, deputy captain of the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, I hope you can help get rid of the corpse and restore its appearance to help us find out his true identity. ”

No way! I haven't seen you for a few years, when did Zhang Yang become a policeman? Ji Zimo's expression froze, blinked his eyes, and secretly wondered. There is no phone message, Mom, Dad seems to be angry that he didn't go to celebrate Ji Shanshan's birthday, and he must have nothing to say.

Ji Zimo entered the bathroom depressedly, threw himself into the hot bath water, and let the bath water sprint the pores all over his body. After taking a bath, I was all comfortable, and I lazily dragged into the bedroom, lying on the bed, still thinking about Su Qingmei in my mind.

If Su Qingmei misses him now, will we be together? Ji Zimo looked at the book placed next to the computer, his memory was surprisingly good, and he never forgot it.

Perhaps in response to his thoughts, Ji Zimo really dreamed of Su Qingmei.

She still loves to blush so much, shy and shy, innocent, and her eyes are as clear as a pool of clear water. Ji Zimo looked at her with a smile, and wanted to explain the missed appointment, but he couldn't say it.

"Zimo come with me." Su Qingmei smiled at him and beckoned at him.

Ji Zimo got up and walked out with her, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Su Qingmei, Qingmei?" Ji Zimo had never called her so affectionately, it was because he always ignored her with an indifferent demeanor that Su Qingmei would stay away from him.

The shouts echoed in the space, cold and weird, as if they had come to another dimension of space, and only Ji Zimo existed in this space.

In the midst of hesitation, Ji Zimo wanted to return to the starting point, but the faint call still sounded in his ears. The voice was full of demagogic power, so that he involuntarily followed the voice, and before he knew it, he walked into a large dark mist.

In the mist, rows of small locust locusts are hidden or visible, but the familiar environment gives him a strange feeling. Ji Zimo seems to have heard of such a place, but he has never been here once, how did he come this time?

Staying where he was, the cold air coming from all directions penetrated into the pores everywhere, and Ji Zimo shivered. With his legs uncontrollable, he walked behind the lantern.

He had a thousand questions in his heart, and it was like someone glued his mouth tightly, and he couldn't ask a word.

The fog is like a solidified static object, more like a veil that obscures the line of sight and makes it impossible to see each other. Ji Zimo couldn't see the woman's appearance, so he could only move forward mechanically with the shaking lights.

Once upon a time, he felt this way, and that was when he was very young. I remember that in the country house, often in the middle of the night, he would hear his grandmother's shouts in his sleep.

"Zimo comes to grandma, grandma is safe here." Every time Ji Zimo followed the voice uncontrollably, opened the back door and walked into the miscellaneous woods, the darkness devoured his memory, he didn't know where he was, like a lost lamb, he could be eaten by the evil devil hidden in the shadows at any time.

Maybe it's the mother-son connection! Every time, my mother woke up from a dream and hurriedly found him sleepwalking.

Ji Zimo's grandmother died a long time ago, and the last time he saw his grandmother, it was his grandmother gasping for breath, like a handful of rotten dead wood, lying on the bed, if it weren't for the slight trembling of the cover, he really thought that his grandmother had no breath.

He still remembered that his grandmother's thin arms were not as big as a child's hands, and her deep-set eyes shone out a beam of shocking light, which frightened Xiao Ji Zimo into crying. Grandma died that night, and Mom wouldn't let him go to see Grandma.

Grandma was buried behind the woods, and there were many graves there.

In fact, grandma doesn't like burial, when she was sober, she said to Ji Zimo: "Mo, grandma doesn't like burial, grandma is afraid of snakes." ”

When Ji Zimo was a few years old, his grandmother told him stories. In fact, most of the bones of people who talk about burial are not rotten, but eaten by maggots and snakes.

So grandma doesn't like burials, she says cremation is clean.

No one believes the words of a child, and when the parents think that the grandmother is bedridden, she is confused. Confused people have no judgment and clear consciousness, Ji Zimo's words are pale and weak, no one believes that grandma is buried.

Ji Zimo didn't go to see her grandmother, but leaned on the window to watch many people carry a large coffin and bury her in a place of the grave.

On the night of my grandmother's return, the lights went out early in the house, and the house was dark.

Ji Zimo could hear his grandmother's breathing in the dark, very cold breathing, and he could still feel her thin hand, soaring like a bamboo pole stretching through the wooden door, trying to lift the cover to catch him.

This novel is from the King of Books