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Hurriedly picked up the golden retriever who was also unconscious, and the tall man saw that the golden retriever was beaten by Zhang Heng and his face was full of flowers, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid.

looked at Zhang Heng again, thought of the scene just now, and suddenly shuddered, and hurriedly came to Wang Jiansheng's side with the fat man holding Huang Mao.

"Raw... Brother Sheng, don't care about the money or not, let's go to the hospital quickly. ”

The fat man suddenly felt a little cold and shivered fiercely.

Wang Jiansheng also saw the appearance of the golden retriever, he was a little scared, he spit on the ground fiercely, and after looking at Zhang Heng, who was unconscious, he beckoned the tall man and the fat man to walk towards the school infirmary, ready to bandage it first and then go to the hospital.

As the sky became darker and darker, the surrounding scenery gradually became blurred, and the figures of Wang Jiansheng and the others became farther and farther away, and finally slowly walked into the darkness.

At some point, a faint mist shrouded the entire playground, constantly changing shapes against the background of darkness, which was extremely strange!

But Zhang Heng was still lying quietly on the lawn motionless.

…………

"Smack... Smack......"

The sound of hurried footsteps was very harsh in the night, and in a silent and uninhabited alley, a thinner young man walked briskly with his head bowed.

As Zhang Heng walked, his brain kept running.

"What's going on? Isn't he fighting with Wang Jiansheng and a few others, why did he suddenly appear here, where is this? Why are the surrounding houses so familiar? ”

These thoughts kept appearing in Zhang Heng's mind, almost occupying the entire head, and the brain faintly felt swollen, and finally Zhang Heng had to stop under a small tree on the side of the road, rubbing his temples vigorously with his hands, trying to alleviate this symptom.

After a while, the symptoms finally subsided

At this time, Zhang Heng slowly began to look around.

It's a dimly lit alley, and because of the night, it's pitch black even in the moonlight.

I opened my eyes wide, and I could see that both sides of the alley were abandoned old houses, and through careful observation, I could conclude that they had been abandoned for a long time.

In such a dark night, the dim alleys looked particularly gloomy, and the old houses on both sides seemed to have vaguely turned into cannibalistic monsters.

Zhang Heng shivered coldly, the summer night was not cold, but he still unconsciously tightened the coat on his body, and under the wrapping of the night, Zhang Heng in the shadows also became a little looming.

After observing for a while, the memory in his brain gradually became clearer.

Isn't this the same alley I used to pass every day before I came home as a child?

But because of an incident here ten years ago, he was hospitalized, so he never came back. So why did you come here now?

Zhang Heng doesn't remember what happened here ten years ago, but when he heard his father say that it was a car accident, it seemed that he hit his head.

But the alley is very remote, because it is an abandoned area, many people have moved away, so usually you can't even see a single person, how can there be a car passing by and just hit yourself?

At that time, I was still young, so I didn't ask my father much, and when I was older, my father also died in a car accident, and under the grief, this matter has long been forgotten.

Just when Zhang Heng was thinking about it.

"Click..."

Suddenly there was a slight noise from the old house on the left side of the alley, which was soft, but it seemed so strange in such a silent night.

Zhang Heng raised his head violently and quickly looked at the left side of the front, but there was a thick darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

"Whew..."

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, the moon had slowly begun to hide in the dark clouds, shook his head, and expelled some thoughts from his mind, Zhang Heng suddenly wanted to go to his childhood home to take a look, and was about to take a step.

"Click..."

Another soft sound came.

"Huh? What's going on. ”

Zhang Heng heard it very clearly this time, the sound was indeed coming from the old house on the left, he reached out and took out his mobile phone, turned on the light, and he slowly walked towards the old house shrouded in a dark fog.

"Click... Click..."

A soft sound kept coming out, Zhang Heng cautiously walked through the fence of the house, walked to the window of the house, and slowly shone his mobile phone to the window.

"Huh?"

Through the faint light of the mobile phone, Zhang Heng saw that the front hall of the house was in a mess, and all kinds of waste were thrown everywhere, but Zhang Heng did not find anything that made a sound except for the waste.

"Is it a mouse"?

I looked around again, but there was still nothing.

Just when Zhang Heng wondered how the voice disappeared.

"Click..."

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the window, but this time when the sound reached Zhang Heng's ears, it was like a thunderclap, which woke Zhang Heng up from his state of thinking.

Zhang Heng reflexively looked up at the window.

"Day! This... It's..."

Rao is Zhang Heng was not small, and he was also frightened.

I saw that on the window of the front hall, a man's face covered with green muscles suddenly appeared, looking at him viciously with those white pupils.

The cold wind blew, Zhang Heng couldn't even feel his heartbeat anymore, he only knew how to run, keep running, stumbling through the fence, running all the way, seeing that he was about to reach his childhood home.

"Plop..."

Maybe people are unlucky, drinking cold water will stuff their teeth, Zhang Heng stepped on a stone and fell to the ground fiercely.

Quickly turned over from the ground, Zhang Heng kicked his legs back again and again, moved a few steps, and looked up to see what kind of man's face there was.

"Whew... Whew..."

The rapid rise and fall of his chest made Zhang Heng's brain extremely clear, and he turned his head to look around, there was nothing, just darkness.

"Whew..."

Breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Heng finally relaxed, and pursed the corners of his lips with some self-deprecation.

"What ghosts? Hallucinations, right? ”

Standing up and beating the dust on his body, Zhang Hengshen began to walk towards the warm home in his memory step by step.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, a small house built of wooden planks and mud appeared in front of him, looking at the house in his memory, Zhang Heng's eyes were slightly moist.

Since that hospitalization, Zhang Heng went to Nancheng with his father and never came back.

In my memory, this house is not good, it leaks snow in winter and rain in summer, and cockroaches and rats are infested in groups, but this is the place where I and my father spend the longest time, and I have left a lot of happy and indelible memories here.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Heng walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard and looked, it's okay! Not locked.

Pushing open the gate wrapped in rusty iron, Zhang Heng walked into the courtyard, and sure enough! The yard was overgrown with weeds, it had almost risen to waist-high height, and many facilities had collapsed, Zhang Heng could only rely on his memory to find a path that could be walked, and slowly came to the door.

Slowly stepping over the cement steps that his father had repaired with bare arms and sweat, Zhang Heng officially stood in front of the door, wanting to push the door, but he hesitated.

"Bump"

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the room made Zhang Heng's heart twitch instantly.

"Who?"

Lowering his voice, Zhang Heng asked with some surprise in front of the door.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

There was no sound coming from the room, and the silence around them returned.

Nothing happened.

Zhang Heng held the doorknob again, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to look at it, it was almost out of power, and there was no signal, but it should still be able to hold out for a while.

Put a little pressure on your hands.

"Click!"

The door slowly opened.

Looking inside, it was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and at the same time, a rotten smell slowly floated out, Zhang Heng covered his nose and took a few steps back, waiting until the smell was not so big.

Only then did he step forward again, and turned his phone to the brightest and shone into the house.

With the help of the light of the mobile phone, Zhang Heng vaguely saw some of the furnishings in the house, but it was still dark inside, but it can be seen from these furniture and wastes that Zhang Heng's father should have been very flustered when he left.

So much so that there was some mess in the house, newspapers, rags, crumbs, everywhere, rotten wooden cabinets, empty hearth, all of which also made Zhang Heng feel a little desolate.

Slowly walking into the house, the first thing is the kitchen, Zhang Heng casually touched the stove, very thick dust.

"Well, no one should have been here since I left with my father."

Zhang Heng paused, then opened the door of the living room and walked in by the light of his mobile phone.

The living room was empty, and there was not even a sofa, so I guess my father sold it as a thrift.

Walking slowly in the living room, the wooden floor under my feet made a "click!" from time to time. Click! Zhang Heng turned around for a while, and then came to the bedroom again.

Similarly, in addition to a large wooden cabinet and an old oil lamp, there is only one earthen kang, and even the cartoon kang mat originally laid on it is gone.

Zhang Heng opened the wooden cabinet, and a large handful of dust fell.

"Ahem"

I fanned it with my hand for a while, and then I looked inside, a few pieces of torn clothes, a small wooden doll, the size of a palm, the shape of a clown, red, green, and green, it was my childhood toy, I didn't expect to find it.

Zhang Heng picked up the toy casually, took a look at it with his mobile phone, looked at it for a while, and then reluctantly put it in his pocket, and then rummaged through the cabinet with his hand, there was nothing left.

Then he turned around and prepared to walk to the innermost room, that room is his father's studio, Zhang Heng's father is making handmade dolls, and the red, green and green clown is made for him by his father, when he was a child, his father's studio was a very mysterious place for Zhang Heng, where it was like a magical kingdom, with all kinds of dolls, and his father was the king of the kingdom, where he created his soldiers.

However, his father generally did not allow Zhang Heng to enter his studio, and the only few times he sneaked in was also discovered, and he was beaten, and then the studio was ruthlessly locked when his father went out.

Walking forward, sure enough, there was an old rusty lock on the dark red door of the studio, stubbornly carrying out its mission.

Zhang Heng stepped forward and dragged it, it was very sturdy, and it couldn't be opened without tools, what should I do, I walked left and looked at the tools available, how can I get it.

Just when Zhang Heng was a little anxious.

"Tear Pull"

A loud bang came from the kitchen.

Zhang Hengmeng's mind was excited, his brain was blank, and his body involuntarily rushed out in an instant, and he came to the kitchen in a few steps.

With the light of his mobile phone, he looked around, but there was nothing, and then he walked around the house a few times, but there was still nothing, except for the sound of his own breathing, only the "click" sound made when the floor was stepped on.

But at this moment, a little light appeared on the window of the bedroom, as if someone was shining a flashlight, Zhang Heng didn't say a word, and strode away.

"What the hell do I want to see what's going on?"

A few steps to the window, Zhang Heng pasted the glass to take a look, this look, almost scared Zhang Heng's soul out, he couldn't help but take a step back, only to see a pale and frightened face tightly attached to the window.

This face, very familiar, very familiar.

Because the face is Zhang Heng's own face.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Heng stepped back violently and knocked down the oil lamp by the window.

"Bump!"

"Who?"

A muffled voice came from outside the door.