"When was the last time you contacted Pan Feng?"

Fu Yue, a police officer in civilian clothes, covered a strand of hair next to her cheek behind her ear, looked at Meng Chen opposite and asked.

"Three days ago, phone contact. ”

The bearded Meng Chen shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly.

"What did you say?"

Fu Yue asked while recording it in the notebook.

Pan Feng said that life is not only about the immediate future, but also poetry and distance, and he wants to pursue the paradise of his dreams and find the meaning of life. ”

Meng Chen smiled.

"Speak well!"

Fu Yue's face sank.

"Wander and hide. ”

Meng Chen's face straightened, and then he took out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

"Smoking is not allowed here, don't you know?"

Fu Yue put down the pen in his hand.

"I'm a regular here, so let's be accommodating. ”

Meng Chen didn't care, pulled out a cigarette that was about to break, and then went to fumble for a lighter.

"Smack!"

The lighter was lit, and the sound of closing the notebook sounded almost together.

"You can go. I will contact you again if you have any other questions. ”

Fu Yue wrapped her arms around her chest, leaned back on the chair, and said lightly towards Meng Chen.

"Well, see you later. ”

Meng Chen took a cigarette in his mouth, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Meng Chen, although in the past year, 63 people have disappeared around you. But they are only missing, and there is no evidence that they are dead...... Life, you have to go on, you are only in your third year of high school, there is a great future waiting for you, don't give up on yourself!"

Fu Yue said suddenly.

"Hmm. ”

Meng Chen took a puff of his cigarette and walked out of the door of the inquiry room that had been opened.

At the door, a man wrapped in a black trench coat glanced up at him nonchalantly and did not speak.

Seeing Meng Chen walk away, the man in the trench coat said lightly: "This kid is over." ”

"Can you, be a little sympathetic?"

Fu Yue glanced at him.

"I don't have as great 'motherly' brilliance as you, let's be honest. ”

The man in the trench coat spread his hands and smiled.

Fu Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

At the same time, her hair, which was full of wind, was unexpectedly windless, and gently stroked beside her cheeks.

"Don't ......" The man in the trench coat shook his hands continuously, and said in a quick voice: "Meng Chen, it's just the eighth observation object, we have a lot of things to do, we can't waste time with him!"

Fu Yue, who was full of fighting spirit, was suddenly a little deflated. "What are the most important tasks in the near future?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Yue asked the man in the trench coat.

"Near the street lamp at No. 13 Huanshan Road, Gutanling, there has been a 'shadow self-walking' incident in recent days. A few days ago, a villager reported that a wolf-like creature appeared near Gutanling, suspected to be a 'corpse dog'. 'There have been a lot of incidents in Gutanling recently, and in my opinion, there is probably a dark energy point there. ”

"In addition, there is an invitation letter from Los Angeles City, inviting us to explore a new Yuan Energy Point together, and we need to prepare early. ”

The man in the trench coat said.

"It's a bit of a hassle...... The world has changed! ”

Fu Yue rubbed her brows and said.

"It's good, at least the air is fresh and the food is delicious. ”

The trench coat man shrugged.

......

Walking out of the police station, Meng Chen took the No. 2 bus and went home.

Qinyuan Community, the name is okay, but it is already an old building for more than 30 years.

There will be no demolition.

At this time, it is impossible to demolish the house before it reaches its useful life.

When the tide receded, everyone found out,

"Oh, it turns out that there are so many cubs in this world......"

"Click!"

The door opened.

Kick away a pair of rotten tow children, step over a few bags of instant noodles, and come to a kitchen with a balcony turned over.

Set the pot, light the fire and add water.

Coherent.

Soon, fine bubbles began to bubble up at the bottom of the pot.

The water vapor that gradually rose made strange shadows in front of me, and then floated towards the greasy ceiling.

He started below.

Soon, dinner was ready.

Fuling, white elephant, two pot heads.

This is Meng Chen's main food category every day.

Not bad.

Scoop up the elastic noodles, open your mouth, and swallow them.

The fragrance of the face wraps around the nose, dissolves in the mouth, and finally sinks warmly into the belly.

Unscrewed the second pot head and took a sip.

The appetite was opened, and Meng Chen was swept away by a gust of wind.

Leaning back on the couch, he felt a little sleepy.

......

A year ago, Meng Chen had a very good family.

There are parents and a lovely younger sister.

Although he is not rich, he has a good life, and the family loves each other and is happy.

But just a year ago, my parents mysteriously disappeared, followed by my sister.

It's like opening Pandora's box, and the people around him begin to disappear one by one.

Among them, there are relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues who work during the holidays, and even netizens......

In just one year, plus today's Pan Feng, there are 63 people.

No one knows what is going on.

Incredible.

......

With his head tilted on the sofa, Meng Chen woke up.

All around, there was darkness that could not be dissolved.

"There's a power outage?"

Meng Chen rubbed his eyes and looked out through the balcony window.

Sure enough, it was dark outside, and there were only a few places where there were lights.

Recently, there have been power outages at both ends of the three-day period.

Turning on the mobile phone lighting, Meng Chen walked to his bedroom.

"Whew!"

As soon as he pushed open the door of the house, he stepped on a cushion under his feet and stepped on a soft thing.

Leaned over and picked it up and placed it on the table at the door.

He didn't have to look at it, he also knew that it was a stuffy bear pillow.

When my sister is here, I like to sleep in my arms.

A small house with two bedrooms and one living room, one room for his parents and one room for his sister, he used to live in school, and when he was at home, he slept on the sofa in the living room.

But now, I'm staying in my sister's room.

To the left of the entrance, there is a small desk, and on the side of the small desk, not far from it, is a small dresser.

Meng Chen took his mobile phone and casually took a picture on the mirror of the dresser.

The light of the mobile phone screen reflected on the mirror, reflecting his shadow, gray and eerie.

Meng Chen suddenly laughed.

He felt that he was very interesting in the mirror at this moment.

Hold up your phone and lean in the mirror.

He stretched his head out close to the mirror.

In the mirror, the man has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair, and the dim light of his mobile phone is like a demon about to crawl out of hell.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Meng Chen laughed out loud.

Baring his teeth at the man in the mirror, he turned and walked to the bed.

However, as soon as he took a step, he suddenly stopped.

"That's not right!"

He stepped back and looked in the mirror again.

I saw that the ghostly man in the mirror was stretching out his head and baring his teeth towards him.

“......”

A chill rushed from the soles of the feet to the hair.

The man in the mirror opened his mouth and laughed at him a few times, then turned around and walked out of the country.

At the same time, an irresistible feeling of exhaustion suddenly struck, enveloping Meng Chen and his entirety.

In the last consciousness, he seemed to see the person in the mirror, turned back very quickly, and then looked at him with a terrifying expression......

"Poof".

He fell to the ground.

......

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

I don't know how long it was, and there was a slight vibration in Meng Chen's left hand.

"Whew!"

Meng Chen suddenly straightened his upper body and looked at the mobile phone he was still holding.

The WeChat interface opens automatically, with three messages on it.

Pan Feng: Voice.

Pan Feng: Voice.

Pan Feng: Two pamphlets.

......

Really, two pamphlets!

Two soybean-sized, slightly raised, ultra-miniature books that glow red and blue.

Ignoring it for a moment, how did Pan Feng suddenly appear again, Meng Chen rubbed his eyes, and looked at the two weird super-miniature books again.

"The recipe for refining the body soup. ”

"The original five-bird play. ”

Two messages, abruptly, came into his mind.