The stall owner who sold wontons came up and asked, "Dude, would you like another bowl of wontons?" I see you've been sitting here for hours. ”

I smiled at him with difficulty: "No, I'm waiting for the ghost market to open." ”

"Ghost City?" The stall owner suddenly looked at me with strange eyes: "Dude, you don't know that the ghost market has been banned a long time ago, do you?" ”

"What!" I was so shocked that I jumped up and startled the stall owner: "When?" ”

"It's been more than a year." He said: "I arrested three tomb robbers, and it made headlines......

I can't believe it.

I asked several stall owners one after another, and the answers I came up with were surprisingly consistent.

The ghost market has been banned for more than a year.

Seeing is believing, and without seeing it with my own eyes, I can't believe it's all true.

By one o'clock in the morning, the food stalls had almost been removed, but there were still no antiquities dealers coming here to set up their stalls, and it was as deserted as hell.

I went from beginning to end and back again, and still didn't find anyone.

The ghost market has indeed been banned.

What the hell is going on?

I even suspect I'm dreaming.

Yes, it does sound like a dream. The qiē that happened before seemed to be in a dream.

But would I believe those were dreaming? I can't believe it.

Grandpa, Second Master, Desertion, Tang Sugar, Lei Lao Wu...... One by one, living people, closing their eyes, their voices and smiles still hovering in their minds.

Walking up and down this cold street, I suddenly realized a problem.

Since I returned to the village, I seem to have lost touch with this society.

I don't seem to realize the time, or even the qiē thing associated with it.

Forget the Internet, forget the phone, forget the TV...... I seem to have lived to a few decades ago, when electric lights were not even commonplace.

Grass, what the hell is going on?

I almost wanted to kill myself with a headache.

I walked back and forth down the street, over and over again, trying to find any clues.

But in the end, I found a new problem.

The memories of this period seem to be gradually degrading in my mind, and some people who I originally thought would remember them for a lifetime are now beginning to blur. It was as if it had happened in a distant time, a memory that had nothing to do with me......

Could Tang Yiyi, like me, find that her memory is deteriorating, and she wants to write down all these memories before her memory degrades?

After thinking of this possibility, I did not hesitate to walk into a 24-hour convenience store, buy a notepad and pen, and hurried back to the car for Tang Yiyi to write on paper.

What exactly is she going to write?

However, the things that Tang Yiyi wrote are really abstract, and in my opinion, they are just some intricate symbols.

I have a headache, what's wrong with Tang Yiyi?

I suddenly noticed that some blood-red lines appeared on her exposed wrists, and I quickly lifted my sleeves to find that the blood vessels on her entire arm were bulging, intricate, and intertwined into some patterns.

I looked at her back, and sure enough, it was all like this. I memorized the pattern on my back, and soon found that the pattern on my back was similar to what she had scribbled.

What kind of mysterious power is the mysterious power of Panmen?

My head was swollen, and I hugged Tang Yiyi, not letting her write and draw anymore. I don't know how long she will last like this, and I feel very distressed.

Go back to Beijing, go back now, no matter what the cost, you must cure Tang Yiyi.

I bought a bottle of cooling oil so that I wouldn't get sleepy halfway through the drive. No matter what the price is, no matter what evil Tang Yiyi has rushed, she must be cured. She may be the only one who knows the truth.

No matter how confusing the truth is, I have to find out clearly. Friends can't disappear for no reason, Jiuli, Panmen, Panmen......

It's a big circle, and it hurts my head.

From Kaifeng to Beijing, a full 700 kilometers. When I arrived in Baoding, I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes, so I had to find a price, and after more than eight hours, I finally arrived in Beijing.

Tang Yiyi didn't stop all the way, and even began to have a high fever and talk some nonsense, which frightened the substitute driver. I had to promise him more money, so he didn't strike.

The first thing to do is to go to the museum.

In my experience in the past few months, Wang Zhengtai has also appeared. But that's like Wang Zhengtai when he was young. And he looks very similar to my father.

I'll have to go to him, he must know something.

Standing at the entrance of the museum again, a feeling of being in a different world greeted us. I felt like I had been separated by a lifetime, but I knew in my heart that it was only a few months.

It's Monday, and there aren't many visitors to the museum. Only a few familiar colleagues are still busy at work. After seeing me, they greeted me normally.

Just a few months? Why do I feel like I've gone through a life that has nothing to do with me?

I found the curator Wang Zhengtai. This is a harsh, even somewhat cunning man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, who is studying a book of historiography.

After seeing me, Wang Zhengtai immediately closed the book and said coldly: "Xiao Liu, let's talk about it, what's going on after disappearing for half a month?" I didn't say it would be so long when I took a leave of absence. ”

I froze: "Half a month? Only half a month? ”

"Pretending to be confused." Wang Zhengtai said coldly: "I can't find it when I go to your house, and no one answers the phone, so I deliberately disappeared, and I don't want to say it directly." ”

What is the situation with this Nima? Obviously a few months, Wang Zhengtai said that it was only fifteen days. Did time really forget me? Or is it the illusion that I'm living like a year?

I don't dare to refute Wang Zhengtai, I know his temper very well, I can scold you for half an hour if I catch a small mistake, I disappeared mysteriously for half a month this time, and I was designated to expel me.

However, Wang Zhengtai did not do this, but asked me to pack up today and continue to work tomorrow.

It's hard to find a job, and I didn't dare to tell Wang Zhengtai about the bizarre experience in the past few months. I know that in the past few months, there must have been a lot of mysterious changes in me, and if I told him, he would definitely not believe it, and he would scold me and quit me.

I took Tang Yiyi back to my home and searched for it in my room, trying to find a suspicious clue. But the world suddenly became normal, and I, a little abnormal person, couldn't adapt at all.

I even wondered if I should go to a psychiatrist.

How can I still be in the mood to go to work in a situation like I am now? In the end, I had no choice but to find a friend in the hospital, open a hospitalization certificate, and ask Wang Zhengtai for leave.

In the past few days, I took Tang Yiyi to many big hospitals for examination, MRI, brain CT, and blood tests, but the results did not detect any problems.

Except at night, when she sleeps, she will stop and scribble the rest of the time.

I searched for her drawings on the Internet, and went to major forums for help, and there were all kinds of answers, but there was no answer I wanted.

Most of the time, I sat in a chair and watched her write and draw on the table, feeling the fear swallow up my consciousness little by little. I'm worried that she will go on like this for the rest of her life, and I will go on like this for the rest of my life, and that mystery will surround us for the rest of my life.

This mystery is like the smog of this city, you can only dodge, but you can't escape.

End of volume 1.