Shen Jiming hung up the phone and saw that the sky had begun to darken, so he went downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles, came back and turned on his laptop computer and began to look up some information about kidney transplant surgery on the Internet, and wrote down some information that he thought was useful in a small notebook, until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, when his stomach was rumbling with hunger, and then he stood up and looked under the window.

Yulong Street is an old street, originally this is the site of an old tannery, after the closure of the tannery in the nineties of the last century, the residential buildings in the factory were also sold out to the workers, and the house where Shen Jiming lived was one of them.

There are very few people on Yulong Street late at night, and many large trees cover the street lamps, so the whole street looks very narrow and gloomy.

Although it was late at night, there was a food stall selling pancakes and fruits by the side of the intersection.

Shen Jiming, the two people who set up the stall, know each other, about 30 years old, the male is called Liu Qiangbing, and the female is called Fang Mei, both from the countryside, it seems that they have jobs during the day, but they will come out to set up stalls at night, and usually the stalls will not be closed until about 12 o'clock in the evening.

In the past, Shen knew that Jiutai Hengchang would also go to work part-time after work, so he often got off work very late, so almost every time he met, he would ask for two pancakes and fruits for supper.

At this time, there were very few people on the road, and occasionally a few people passing by hurriedly, and even fewer people stopped to sell pancakes.

"Brother Liu, Sister Fang!" Shen Jiming walked over to say hello.

"Jiming is off work!I haven't seen you for a long time, what have you been busy with lately?" both of them greeted Shen Jiming warmly.

"Well, I've changed jobs, and I've been busy lately. Shen Jiming also smiled and nodded.

Liu Qiangbing said with a smile while brushing the iron pot: "Two are still old tastes?"

"yes, more sauce!"

"Okay!" Liu Qiangbing turned on the gas stove and said while skillfully stirring noodles: "We may have to go back in a few days!"

"Are you going back to your hometown?" asked Shen Jiming.

"Yes, the family has to harvest rice, and the two old people are too busy at home, so go back to help, alas, now the business is getting more and more done......"

The two of them are already very familiar with Shen Jiming, so talking is like pulling a homely meal, spreading cakes while talking, Fang Mei doesn't like to talk very much, and prepares ham sausages and fried eggs on the side, these are Shen Jiming's old tastes, selling them to others is a seven-yuan, every time Shen Jiming buys two, they only receive ten yuan, and don't give more, too many times, Shen Jiming is too lazy to push, so he can only come to eat a few more times to take care of them.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Suddenly, an old-fashioned phone ringing came from a nearby pay phone.

"Brother Liu, are you looking for you?" asked Shen Jiming, pointing to the phone.

"No!" Liu Qiangbing shook his head, "This phone has been ringing for several days, I answered it a few times, but there was no sound, maybe someone else dialed it wrong!"

"Jingle Bell ......"

The phone was still ringing, and it was very clear in the middle of the night, as if it could be heard by the whole street, which seemed a little weird.

This kind of public phone booth has long disappeared in many cities, and Yizhou is now a large-scale urban transformation, coupled with the large-scale popularization of mobile phones, this old-fashioned public phone is becoming less and less, and there are still a few on this old street.

Listening to the phone ringing non-stop, it would take a few minutes for the pancakes to be ready anyway, Shen Jiming walked over curiously, took off the microphone and put it to his ear.

"Hey, hello!" a soft and pleasant female voice came from the microphone.

"Hello!" Shen Jiming suddenly became a little interested, in this lonely night, it was not bad to chat with a woman with a nice voice.

"Oh, hello hello!" the woman on the other side of the phone seemed to be excited, "Sir, we are here at the Destiny Institute, thank you for answering our call, our Destiny Institute is an independent research institute in four dimensions of time and space, looking for the child of destiny in the universe, you can hear me, it means that you are also a person who has activated the power of fate, as long as you pass one of our small tests, we will give a random gift, a very mysterious gift......"

The woman on the phone spoke quickly, but what she said made Shen Jiming look confused.

What a four-dimensional space-time, what a destiny institute, sounds like it's funny.

But the more this happened, the more Shen Jiming believed that this woman was a liar.

But being idle is also idle, Shen Jiming didn't hang up the phone, but said with a smile: "Then what kind of test do I have to pass before I can get your gift?"

"A little test, please find the three things left behind by the murderer of the young couple behind you in the next half hour, and if you pass the test, we will give away a magic bean......"

"Magic beans, it's really mysterious, do I want to send you a deposit of 1,000 yuan first......" Shen Jiming turned his head while teasing as if he was listening to a joke, but then his body shook, as if he was struck by lightning, and the microphone in his hand also fell.

The eyes instantly became extremely dim, Liu Qiangbing and Fang Mei, who were still making pancakes for themselves just now, fell to the ground, and the pancake stall also fell crookedly on the side of the road.

This...... What the hell is going on? Is Lao Tzu dreaming again?

Shen Jiming rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked again, the situation was still the same, Liu Qiangbing and his wife were still lying on the ground, the whole street was quiet without the slightest sound, and under the dim street lamps, the narrow street looked extremely gloomy.

A cold breath instantly rushed from the soles of Shen Jiming's feet to the top of his head, and the cold hairs all over his body stood up.

Again, it's exactly the same as the previous two times!

Shen Jiming moved to the front of the pancake stall step by step.

Liu Qiangbing was lying face down on the wheel of the crooked pancake stand, a wound on his neck, and the bubbling blood was still dripping down the spokes of the turning wheel to the ground.

Fang Mei was lying on her side on the sidewalk, there was a wound on her back, the blood had soaked through her thin clothes, forming a pool of blood on the ground, and there was a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

"Giggle~" Shen Jiming's teeth kept knocking, and he took out his mobile phone and opened it tremblingly, but found that there was no signal.

"Fake, it's all fake...... This is something that hasn't happened yet......"

Based on the previous two experiences, Shen Jiming took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down.

If his guess was correct, everything he saw in front of him was something that would happen in the future, and the scene in front of him was just an illusion.

And Shen Jiming also suddenly had a feeling that maybe this was an opportunity to unravel the strange things that happened to him.

The whole street is like an isolated world, there is no movement, and even the wild cats and dogs that can be seen on a daily basis have all been lost.