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After leaving the hospital, Ji Luanchuan and Xiao Wu went back to the convoy first and had a casual meal with the other drivers of the convoy.

"Brother Chuan, what you want to do now has been solved, but you still have to make money to eat."

"You disbanded the convoy, what will you do in the future?"

The rest of the convoy also learned the ins and outs of their disappearance from the TV news, and some asked worriedly before leaving.

"Don't worry, Brother Chuan must have his own ideas."

"That's it, you better think about whether you will starve to death first."

There was a roar of laughter from the crowd.

Another person said, "Don't be pretentious, let's go quickly, don't you see that Brother Chuan is injured and needs to rest." ”

"Yes, yes, the sports car will come at any time in the future, and it won't be seen forever."

"Let's go, let's go."

There was a huge convoy, and there was no one in half a day.

Only Xiao Wu didn't leave.

After the people left, Ji Luanchuan lay on the sofa in the bungalow and slept well.

When I woke up again, the sunset outside the window was red, and there were migratory birds flying in line from the south, and the eyes were clear.

But he was stuck in the sofa and lazily unwilling to come out.

It's not that I don't want to move.

It's just that I suddenly feel that there is no motivation and people and things worth bothering about, and I become at a loss.

It seems that you can do anything, and it seems that you are too lazy to do anything.

It's nothing to be decadent like that.

After staying in the room until the fourth day, Xiao Wu finally couldn't help but knock on the door.

"Brother Chuan, come out and eat something."

"There was no bathroom in the room and no cooked food, just some bread and milk. If you don't come out again, the whole person will be moldy! ”

Through the window, Xiao Wu smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.

Ji Luanchuan curled up on the sofa and didn't move.

Xiao Wu was in a hurry outside the door.

In the afternoon, Xiao Wu finally found a locksmith and pried open the wooden door of the room.

The wooden door creaked open, and the bright light that suddenly broke into the room made Ji Luanchuan subconsciously cover his eyes.

He sat up from the sofa with a stubbled beard, and looked at Xiao Wu and the locksmith in front of him with a tired and indifferent expression.

The locksmith was startled by his embarrassed appearance, and after receiving the money, he quickly turned around and left the yard.

Xiao Wu was anxious and helpless, but no matter what he said, Ji Luanchuan just couldn't listen.

The way he looks, he obviously wants to kill himself.

Xiao Wu was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't think of any good way for a while.

It wasn't until three days later that he saw a piece of news on the Internet.

In the news, it was said that Xu Jianguo's daughter was found haunting City A.

Xiao Wu was shocked and wanted to go to Ji Luanchuan's room to take out his laptop and mobile phone, but when he found a way to open the door, the room was empty.

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Three days later, in a news building in City A, Ji Luanchuan stopped Hu Qing, who was about to get off work, and his handsome and cold appearance caused many female colleagues to discuss.

"Hey, who's this?"

"Who knows, maybe it's Mr. Hu's new boyfriend."

"I'll go, is it so exciting?"

"But then she changed her mind too quickly, didn't she?"

"Tut-tut......"

All the chattering voices were instantly silenced when Hu Qing swept over with a cold glance.

Hu Qing looked at the man in front of him who was stubbled and dusty, and subconsciously put his hand behind his back.

"You are?"

"I'm Ji Luanchuan."

"Called you before."

Hu Qing twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, "Do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"I want you to take me to Xu Yun's cemetery."

"I'm sorry, my relationship with her doesn't seem to be suitable for this."

"Why don't you go find someone else?"

Ji Luanchuan stretched out his hand to stop Hu Qing, she went to the left, he went to the left, and she went to the right, always stubborn like a wall.

After many times, Hu Qing was also a little impatient.

"Hey, I mean, don't you understand people?"

"If you pester me like this again, I'll call the police."

Ji Luanchuan looked at her coldly, "You report." ”

"I'll just wait here."

"But even if the police take me away today, I'll come to you tomorrow."

"I know the address of your house, too."

Hu Qing looked at the scoundrel man in front of him and was very devastated.

After a while, Ji Luanchuan suddenly took a step back with a lonely expression, "If it's really inconvenient for you to take me there, give me an address." ”

"I just want to see her."

But in the past few days, he has asked everyone involved, and no one knows.

So he thought of Hu Qing.

Even though the two fell out later, they were still very good friends at first.

Ji Luanchuan didn't believe it, Hu Qing didn't know.

Hu Qing fanned the wind with the papers, and paced back and forth in the corridor he blocked impatiently.

Looking at the posture, if Ji Luanchuan didn't get the address of the cemetery today, he would definitely not stop.

She sighed silently in her heart, and after a while, she turned around and walked into a nearby office with the folder in her hand.

When he entered the office, Hu Qing casually asked a colleague for a pen and paper, spread it on the table, wrote down an address with a few brushstrokes, and threw it to Ji Luanchuan.

"If you have to go, go ahead."

"But I'm telling you, don't come to the company again in the future to affect my work."

"Your business is yours, it has nothing to do with me, and I am not obligated to sacrifice my time for you."

Ji Luanchuan opened the note in his hand, looked at it, and pursed his lips, "Thank you." ”

With that, he strode away and turned away, his eager back like a gust of wind.

It's like to confirm the doubts in the heart, and it's like to validate a disbelievable illusion.

He walked very fast, and after taking a taxi from the side of the road to the cemetery, he ran up almost three or four steps in a hurry, panting.

He hoped that he could not find the name Xu Yun, and also hoped that the staff of the cemetery would tell him that there was no information about this person here at all, and the information he knew was false.

But that didn't happen.

Soon after entering the cemetery, he found her name and photo.

The girl in the photo is proudly raising her chin and seems to be smiling at him.

Ji Luanchuan gasped slightly and sat down on the steps, wanting to speak, but his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't open a single gap.

A heart falls from heaven to hell.

He sat in silence in the endless darkness.

Under the dark night, only the scarlet dots were extinguished again and again, lit up again and again, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were faint in the darkness.

When he sat in the second half of the night, Ji Luanchuan reached out and touched the cold eyebrows and eyes of the girl in the photo, extinguished the cigarette butt, and got up to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced back at her and remembered the news he had seen on the Internet three days earlier.

In the news, it was said that a reporter saw Xu Jianguo's daughter on the streets of City A, and her life was much more depressed than before, and she even competed with the begging old man on the street for change.

This kind of funny news looks like a brainless author who made it up to catch people's attention.

But Ji Luanchuan believed it.

He bought the first flight back from the northwest, and followed the IP of the news to find it, but only saw an overcrowded Internet café.

The person who published the article could not be contacted.

After making a round of inquiring calls, he had no choice but to pin his last hope on Hu Qing.

But now even the last shred of hope has been dashed.

Ji Luanchuan smiled self-deprecatingly, squinting at the pitch-black sky above his head, feeling a little sad.

In a flash of light, he suddenly remembered the phone call he heard Lu Chen call Django in the hospital room.

A fake cemetery?

It was like a strange spark suddenly exploded in my head.

He turned sharply, returned to the tombstone in three or two steps, and began to open the tomb.

The burial chamber where the urn is stored is small and easy to open.

Because no one usually steals some urns or the like, not to mention that in addition to the family members who come to visit from time to time, there are also fixed duty personnel on duty to patrol back and forth every day.

So the switch of the tomb is not difficult, Ji Luanchuan fumbled for a while and easily turned on the switch under the tombstone, and took out the square urn made of nanmu inside.

The urn was placed in his hand, and the moonlight reflected his heroic silent eyebrows, and Ji Luanchuan's hand holding the urn trembled.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the staff in the distance.

A shrill siren sounded.

Ji Luanchuan ignored it.

His eyes were fixed on the urn, one hand holding it, and the other hand quickly looking for the switch around the box, and hurried to open it.

Finally, before the security guards rushed over with batons, the urn popped open with a clatter.

Empty.

The urn turned out to be empty!

Ji Luanchuan's pitch-black pupils suddenly constricted, and there were thousands of emotions in his eyes that instantly submerged this dark night. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Dear Mr. Tour Guide", pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~