I didn't answer him and went to the bathroom first. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I washed my face with cold water and looked in the mirror.

His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, water droplets were dripping down his chin, and his expression was gloomy, like that of a severe schizophrenic.

Who is this man? I can't believe that the person in the mirror is me, when I was in school, I was a famous sunny man, and the teacher praised me for being an optimistic and good boy who "gave me a little sunshine".

Looking in the mirror, I found myself less and less able to see myself.

In fact, very few people really know themselves, I sometimes wonder if the usual giggling and indifferent appearance is the real me, maybe I am more real at this time, let me know the darkness and tyranny hidden in the depths of my heart.

The tyrannical intent in my heart did not subside, but became more and more violent, and the thought of a fire rising in my heart to burn the house down.

As soon as the thought came to mind, it was a little uncontrollable. There were a few bottles of wine in the cupboard, and I took them out and put them on the table one by one.

I found a lighter in the drawer, and I was about to take it, but a box of moldy Huangshan Maofeng next to me made me stop suddenly.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the image of the old man drinking tea and training me.

"No matter what you face, you have to control your emotions!" The old man once said this to me. I can't remember when I was playing chess, and the old man gave me three of them, but I was still dizzy and wanted to win a game, but the more I tried to win, the faster I lost, and I smashed the pieces on the board in a rage and stood up, shouting that I would stop playing.

He took a sip of tea calmly, just looked at me silently, and the nameless pressure made me sit down involuntarily, and then said slowly: "Youwei, you are very similar to a friend of mine, he was full of enthusiasm when he was young, and he liked to do things with an impulse, and he became famous. Later, because something was not to his liking, there was a very big disaster, but he died of illness in middle age. ”

He pointed to a chess piece on the chessboard, "Chess is like life, desire, greed, impatience, sadness, and fear can all be reflected in the game of chess." Youwei, giving you this name is not simply the meaning of making a difference, but hoping that you will do something and not do something, and at a critical moment, you can control your desires that you should not have. ”

He looked at me seriously and said word by word: "True courage comes from inner perseverance." Do you understand? ”

I took a deep breath and put down my lighter.

I didn't know why I was playing chess at the time, he had so much to say, and now I understand a little, knowing a son is better than a father, does the old man know that I will have the impulse of this day, so he will remind me by playing chess?

I slumped in my chair and suddenly felt so tired that I wanted to go home.

"Didi!"

I took the notebook, but it was still the guy with the big nerve calling me, and I was a little curious about what was going on with him, so I replied to him.

"Youwei Youth, your last post has been deleted, do you know?"

Last post? I remembered that it was a message of admonition I wrote after seeing that weird suicide video on the forum. How could such a post full of positive energy be deleted?

I didn't believe it, but when I went to the forum, to my surprise, not only my post was deleted, but the top video post was also deleted, and the whole section was full of trivial watering posts.

What's going on?

Without waiting for me to ask, he was nervous and said, "Recently, the government has stepped up its efforts to clean up cyberspace, and these posts can no longer be posted." ”

I knew, but what was the matter with him looking for me, I asked him, and he said, "Hey, hey! I've been to a few horror rooms like the one you said lately, but none of them were exciting, can you tell me where the room you said is? ”

There are such strange people! I was taken aback, stunned for a while, and then said euphemistically: "Are you psychologically different from ordinary people?" ”

He replied quickly, "yes, how do you know?" ”

No way! This kid is really mentally ill! I was a little speechless, and he added: "I grew up being slow to respond to things that other people felt fearful, and people said I was bold. ”

Daring a lot?! Just go to a place where you can kill people and find excitement? This shouldn't be a matter of being bold, it's a brain problem!

Even if the other party is a brain-dead patient, I can't hurt him, so I replied: "I won't tell you, you die of this heart." I suggest that you better go to the hospital for more medical treatment, it is better to go to those miscellaneous places! ”

There was a sudden silence over there, and I thought he wouldn't bother me anymore and was going to turn off and go to bed.

After a few seconds, he sent me a picture of a man lying on the sofa, the person I was a little familiar with, and I couldn't help but open up.

In the familiar room, the man on the sofa has a blood-colored hole on his forehead, isn't this the fake Zhang Qing who was killed by Cheng Jie in the Shenkang Building?

When was this image taken? How could this big nerve have this picture, could it be that he was spying on us in some corner at that time?

Who the hell is he?

I suddenly had a nervous twitch, and I hesitantly typed on the keyboard, not knowing how to ask him, typed a few words and deleted them, and five minutes passed and I still hadn't finished a sentence.

There was no word over there, and two more photos were sent, one was a photo of Zhang Qing being taken away by the police, and this one was also on the Internet, I took one look at it and then looked at the next one.

This photo looks like a murder scene, the luxurious hotel suite is covered with countless bright red palm prints, on the wall, on the ground, on the table, on the bed, on the sofa, dense palm prints are dragging a long red silk bloodstain.

A man with a blurred face and blood stains lying on the ground, the pockmarks on his face can be vaguely seen from the side, and it can be seen from his posture that he should have wanted to crawl forward before he died, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and his right hand stretched out as if he was grasping something.

Blood filled the screen, I looked at this photo blankly, what did he mean by showing me this photo, combined with the previous picture of Zhang Qing being taken away, and the pockmarked face of the corpse in the second, could he be ......?

My fingers trembled and I typed, "Why are you showing me these pictures?" ”

The other side immediately replied: "You should also think of it, he is Zhang Qing!" The real Zhang Qing! He committed suicide in the hotel three days ago! ”

Zhang Qing committed suicide? Who was the one who was taken away by the police?

"The one who was taken away is also fake, and the impact of this incident is too great, so it can only be covered up with a fake."

"But why are you telling me this?" I asked incomprehensibly. Even if he knew that I had been to Shenkang Building, but I had only seen Zhang Qing once, what did his suicide have to do with me.

"Hehe, do you think Zhang Qing really committed suicide?"

I couldn't believe it: "You mean, he was given ...... by the fog of death"

The nerve was rough and a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to also know the 'Fog of Death'!" I thought it was because of it at first, but ......, look at this one. ”

He sent me another picture, and I was shocked when I looked at it.

This photo shows a woman walking into an elevator.

A simple white skirt, beautiful and elegant, the woman looked coldly ahead.

This, this is Dr. Ye Qingyu!

"What do you mean by showing me this picture?" I asked angrily.

"Ye Qingyu, the special chief researcher of Shenkang Pharmaceutical, the last person Zhang Qing saw before he died was only her, and the elevator in this photo is the elevator of the hotel where Zhang Qing died!" He seemed to know what I wanted to ask, and I just replied as soon as I asked.

My brain was buzzing, did he mean that Ye Qingyu killed Zhang Qing!?

I couldn't believe it, and scolded him angrily: "If you are sick, you have to take medicine!" Do you have evidence to frame her? Ye Qingyu just died, can you accumulate some virtue! ”

There was a silence over there, and he sent me an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't take your mood into account, and I regret that such a beauty died." ”

I wanted to scold him, but I suddenly noticed a familiar figure in the corner of the photo, and I hurriedly zoomed in on the photo to take a closer look.

Although the photo is very unclear, and the figure is only above the neck, I can still recognize that it is Brother Dashan!

His silhouette is too familiar to me, definitely a big mountain brother!

Isn't Brother Dashan missing? Why did he appear in the place where Zhang Qing died? Originally, I was very happy to see Brother Dashan, but it was involved in Zhang Qing's death, and I suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Didi!" I lost my nerves and called me again.

"What's wrong? You're not going offline, are you? Although you like Ye Meinu, as far as I know, your relationship is not close. ”

It dawned on me that why was he sending me these pictures? He seems to know a lot about me.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked directly.

He seemed to be waiting for me to ask him that, and immediately replied, "Hehe! Want to know who I am? Come to me at No. 235 Qinghe Road tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you! ”

Then his avatar darkened, and I was stunned, this kid seemed to be asking me to meet.

He may have been aiming to meet me in the first place, but I have to say that he succeeded in arousing the desire to meet him.

The desire to give him a punch very much.

I looked at the time, it was late, and it was time to go to bed.

The room was a mess, like a hurricane blowing and being ransacked by robbers, and there was no way to treat anyone.

I sighed, hugged the quilt, carried the pillow, made a bunk in the bathroom, stared at the ceiling and thought, I don't know how long it took to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, I took a taxi to Qinghe Road, which is close to the suburbs and is well planned, but there are very few people living in it, and many buildings are unoccupied, becoming "ghost buildings".

I stood between a barber shop and a shoe shop that had closed its doors, looking suspiciously at the alley in front of me.

"It's gone on the 234th, how can there be the 235th? Could it be that this alley is being referred to? ”

Secretly scolding the psychopath for not making the address clear, I hesitated for a moment and resolutely stepped into the alley.

The alley is not long, only there is a restaurant at the end, called Fusheng Restaurant.

There were no customers in the store, only a waiter lying on the cash register, holding a fly swatter and playing with flies boringly, he seemed to have just woken up, looking very lazy.

I walked into the store softly, looked around, the walls had not been painted for a long time, the smudges were in pieces, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, I touched it casually, and there was a layer of dust on my fingers.

Frowning my brows, I was confused, had I been in the wrong place?

At this time, the cashier seemed to notice that a customer had come in, straightened his waist, and shouted: "Ginger pumping!" Someone's coming! Come and pick up the guests! ”

The sudden sound startled me, and I turned my head to look at him. Fluffy and messy hair, wrinkled clothes, and a very sloppy appearance. When he saw me, his eyes sharpened like a wild beast looking at its prey.

I was uncomfortable with him and wanted to say something, when a familiar voice came from behind me.

"Haha, promising youth, you are really here!"

The smug tone, the debauched laughter, but my nervous mood suddenly relaxed. I turned around with a punch, which he blocked with both hands and scolded, "You big-headed ghost! I want to see me play tricks, and I almost tricked you! ”

The huge head on the loose uniform is full of pride, who else can it be if it is not a big head?

When the big head heard this, he was even more proud, "Hehe, you forgot me, I never forget, but I always remember that you still owe me a meal!" ”