There's something in the seal.

Ji Zimo took out the blade of his beard, little by little, and carefully pried it, and finally a camouflaged seal cracked into two petals. And in the cracked two-petal combined seal shell, there is a paper roll smaller than a cigarette butt.

This strange roll of paper, its paper is not like ordinary paper, it is tough, thin as a cicada's wings. If you are not careful, you may tear it, Ji Zimo opened it very carefully and carefully, but found that this thing is not good-looking.

It is the size of a palm when it is unfolded, and the small characters on the fly's head are even more numb, and there are subtle lines that are similar to the veins of the human body, and it is even more obvious that Ji Zimo's eyelids are swollen and he does not see a reason.

You need a magnifying glass to do this.

Master's house does have a magnifying glass, but is it appropriate to go now?

Ji Zimo felt that all kinds of doubts were gathered together, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. Since he took over the list of repairs of Shilin's remains, incidents have occurred repeatedly, seemingly unrelated small incidents, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be some kind of inexplicable connection.

He even suspected that the opponent he met in that dark alley that night was not Yan Budao himself. It's more like an impostor, and it will happen that the rout will happen.

If it was the scheming Yan Budao, how could he not see that he had not been replaced by the brother of the pure black eye? So that he can easily be let go!

Yan Budao is not in the city, not in Siming Tea House, so where did he go?

Ji Zimo remembered the time he met the person named Zhao Yu in Osmanthus Lane, and now that he thinks about it, it's true. If Zhao You has the intention to pretend to be Yan Budao, who can recognize it at the first time?

What's more, Fake Yan Budao had scruples about him, and he ran away without understanding the situation.

Another problem is that Zhang Yang is lying to himself. The information he provided, as well as the clues provided by Zhu Yimeng, who was possessed by Cheng Lu and was potentially next to Chen Siming, were enough for him to have a further in-depth investigation into the tea house, but he just said that there were no clues to check.

I don't know if Zhang Yang is really pretending to be forced, or if he treats Ji Zimo as a fool who deceives at will.

Despite these speculations, Ji Zimo's face was still cold, and there was no ripple in his eyes, and the reflection of the light made his already delicate facial features more three-dimensional.

Hungry, there was a cooing of protests. Ji Zimo went to the kitchen, soaked a bowl of cold rice in hot water, and filled his stomach with leftovers. The dishes and chopsticks didn't have time to be washed, and he wanted to go to Osmanthus Lane before Su Qingmei came here after work.

It's not that Ji Zimo doesn't want to rest, but time is pressing. Pay attention to it, and have no intention of tidying it up, tidy up the mural, repack the seal including the cinnabar pen in a cardboard box, pick it up and find a hidden position that is not easy to be seen, and put it away, and then go out a little steadily.

When I went out to see the sky, there was still an hour before it got dark. Just yo your legs and look around.

Ji Zimo didn't know the neighbors nearby, and the neighbors were not very familiar with him. When they saw each other, they just greeted each other lightly, and they rarely had anything to say. I don't know if it's because of his cold and handsome appearance, which makes people wary, or because he rarely has contact with people, in short, even the old man who guards the door in the community is lukewarm to him and doesn't say five words to him.

When the sun sets, Ji Zimo's figure looks so lonely and lonely in the sunset.

He sometimes felt that his family was avoiding him. Maybe Ji Shanshan's call was also from her parents behind her back, otherwise why didn't she receive a call from her parents once?

Ji Zimo threw the motorcycle in the corridor of the unit, and after a few days, a thin layer of dust rose on the cushion. I don't know whose naughty cat is, squatted on the cushion, leaving a round and shallow figure.

He didn't ride a motorcycle, but went straight out of the entrance of the community, seemingly aimlessly walking in the direction of the sunset's flashing afterglow, but in fact, he purposefully headed towards the location leading to the Osmanthus Lane station.

After taking a few steps, Ji Zimo stopped and turned around vigilantly.

Behind him was an old woman, pushing a stroller, smiling and talking to the baby in the car. To the left of the old woman is a couple walking in the shade of a tree.

There are endless sweet whispers between couples, Ji Zimo is a little envious of this couple, he has envied the life of ordinary people for a long time.

Perhaps there has been this heartfelt desire since I was sensible. He longed to make friends with everyone and live a life that ordinary people have. He can have a warm family, loving parents, and a beautiful and lovely sister Ji Shanshan.

It's a pity that his small desire is also a luxury that can never achieve his wish. He is different, he is different in the eyes of people, he can see, he encounters a lot of strange things.

The sound of the wind sounded overhead, and there were fallen leaves fluttering down, falling behind him, in front of him, and even on the top of his head. Ji Zimo suddenly felt a pair of cold eyes from the right side, and his dark eyes were watching him.

Ji Zimo instinctively looked over.

On a zebra crossing, a little girl stands alone.

The little girl was wearing a white dress and looked very cute, with tears on her face. He couldn't help but feel compassion and wanted to go and see. As he turned back to cross the zebra crossing, a shrill car horn sounded, followed by the sound of foul cursing.

"I want to die! Why don't you look at the traffic lights? ”

The people who scolded him were one or two aunts with gray temples. The aunt waved a small apricot yellow flag in her hand.

Aunt is a member of the Road Association and a volunteer guide, if it weren't for her scolding, and the emergency braking of the car, Ji Zimo would have crashed into the wheels of the speeding car.

Ji Zimo glanced at where the girl was standing just now with a smile. But he was stunned, there was no girl in that place, just a bunch of white paper flowers and dusty fruit that was about to rot.

Needless to say, what had happened in that land was something that was only used to sacrifice to the dead.

Ji Zimo retreated and returned to the original route, and looked back again, but it was still the same pile of things, and he didn't see the little girl. The aunt of the volunteer counselor, her face was covered with sweat and she was so busy that she didn't have time to ask him why he ran diagonally to the middle of the road and crashed.

Ji Zimo boarded the car to Osmanthus Lane, and his eyes still couldn't stop looking at the position where the sacrifices were piled up.

"Young man, you don't know, do you?" An old voice asked Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo looked for the sound, it was an old lady with hair like frost and snow. Her wrinkled face, with a hint of sadness, was also staring in the direction he had just looked.

"Don't know what?"

"Poor girl."

"Hmmm! What's going on? Ji Zimo was curious, who was the girl the old lady was talking about, and who was the girl she saw just now, why did she suddenly appear and disappear again?

"A few months ago, something very unethical happened here. A little girl, scraped to the ground by a tricycle, broke her leg bone. She cried and cried for help from many passers-by, but unfortunately no one was willing to lend a hand, and the rain poured down, and the little girl was drenched in the rain, infected with wounds, and died of sepsis. ”

The old lady opened the topic, and then someone else said.

"Tut-tut~"

There was also a young woman, who had been looking forward without saying a word. This also joined the discussion, and she said that on the day the girl died, another evil thing happened on this road.

Ji Zimo didn't want to participate in these messy arguments, so he listened silently and became a loyal listener.

The young woman said that not long ago, a man was involved in a car accident on his way home while driving on a trip.

What's so strange about a car accident? Car accidents happen every day. At first, Ji Zimo didn't have much interest in the story told by this young woman, and it can be said that he was in a state of pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

The young woman said that after the car accident, the person who had the accident was stuck in the car and could not get out, so she called 120 for help.

120 came, and it came on time. However, it was not he who took him to the hospital, but the person who was at the front of the car accident.

120 didn't come, and he called again.

120 The emergency room heard that the caller was not in danger, and hurriedly dispatched someone.

120 came, left again, and really saved people and rushed to the hospital.

But after a while, the call came again. The evil thing is that it is still the first person to call, and now his voice is weak, and it is obvious that he can not continue to hold on.

120 Actually before the heavy rain came, he once again sent a dying wounded and sick person to the hospital.

And the previous few people didn't call, but the one who called lost the chance to be rescued.

When he tried his best to call 120 again, he was almost speechless.

120 made another emergency move, and approached the third car with a whoop. Just then, the rain poured down, the car was blocked, and the man who was on the phone eventually died in the car due to blood loss.

Hearing this, Ji Zimo really felt that this matter was quite evil. According to the young woman, the man was still awake when he first called.

And the amount of bleeding is not very much.

At the time of the second call, the man was visibly in a state of impatience, fear, and restlessness, and the amount of bleeding was increasing.

The third call was full of despair and hope, but unfortunately, he still died.

There must be some unclear reason here, Ji Zimo was still thinking about the story told by the young woman in his mind after getting out of the car. I thought about something else, and I didn't pay attention when I walked, but I soon arrived at the Osmanthus Lane community.

Ji Zimo was at a loss, why didn't he notice the alley leading to the courtyard just now?

At the door was a new face, and younger than the old Zhao Tou.

"Who are you looking for, to make a registration?" The middle-aged goalkeeper smiled at Ji Zimo.

Substitution? Ji Zimo asked secretly. picked up the pen and wrote Ji Zimo's name on the registration book.

"You're not a resident?"

"No, my master is here."

"Who is your master?"

How does Ji Zimo think that this person is more annoying than Lao Zhaotou, asking this question is like checking the household registration.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm