The small balls jumping around, the blood mist, the woman in red who can't see her face clearly, such a story, not to mention Lan Zhiyuan, who has experienced it personally, even if it is Mr. Yunzhi, an observer, he can't help but break out in a cold sweat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew~" After taking a deep breath, taking advantage of Lan Zhiyuan's sleepiness, Mr. Yun Zhi gently walked to the desk, and poured himself a large cup of cold white water again, and then slowly walked back to Lan Zhiyuan's side, and asked very lightly:

"Brother Zhiyuan, and then that little red ball exploded again?"

"No, this time it's just my hallucination... The red ball is simply my illusion in reality~" Lan Zhiyuan replied, and then after giving Ruhua a deep kiss, Lan Zhiyuan sat at a bus stop, and when he arrived at the transfer station, he arrived at the newsstand of the old fish head.

Old fish head, this name was not given to him by Lan Zhiyuan, and Lan Zhiyuan only followed this name because others called him so. As for whether he is called Lao Yutou or Lao Yutou, Lan Zhiyuan really thinks he doesn't know.

"Yunzhi, you really don't have to guess what the old fish head looks like, because what the empty nester of Huaguo remembers is definitely not his appearance, but his smile, the most sincere smile in the world that can show white teeth. Lan Zhiyuan said to Mr. Yunzhi.

"Okay, Brother Zhiyuan, you continue. Mr. Yunzhi replied.

"Dongzi, are you here to buy a newspaper again today?" Old Yutou always called Lan Zhiyuan like this, but what puzzled Lan Zhiyuan the most was that there was no "Dong" in his name.

"Yun Zhi, I never explain anything, but always smile and go back to the old man's house: 'Oh, Uncle Yu, come to five expresses~'" Lan Zhiyuan said, there are five people in their 503 general affairs room, all of them are big bookworms, and Lan Zhiyuan is undoubtedly the busiest bug.

"Brother Zhiyuan, this 'Dongzi' may be the son of the old man who has not seen him for a long time or a relative who will never see each other, he may find some spiritual sustenance in you, of course, the old man knows that you are not his Dongzi. Mr. Yun Zhi explained with a little sadness.

Helpless, helpless,

No matter how helpless, very helpless,

There are many things in the world that cannot be perfected.

With his trademark smile, Uncle Yu very quickly folded five express newspapers into a stack and handed them to Lan Zhiyuan, and after paying the money, the next stop of the bus had not yet come, so Lan Zhiyuan looked at it randomly.

In fact, the newspapers of the new dynasty are becoming less and less interesting, and the express newspapers, like the national newspapers, advertise the same merits and advertisements, and they are repeated, repeated, and repeated to show merits and advertisements, and they are absolutely masters of bragging, masters, and masters.

"It seems that the bus is on schedule today. Seeing that Lan Zhiyuan was in a bad mood, the old fish head comforted him when he opened his mouth. His business is actually not very good, and Lan Zhiyuan is his biggest customer.

"Uncle Yu, is there any news?" Lan Zhiyuan asked rhetorically, he was obviously complaining about his dissatisfaction with Shenma.

"There seems to be no news today, but a female villain died yesterday. The old fish head replied to Lan Zhiyuan in dialect. Jiangnan Province calls young girls "little women".

"Oh?" Hearing that someone had died somewhere, Lan Zhiyuan was instinctively interested. After all, Mr. Yun Zhi's friends are either snake spirits or great gods, of course, Lan Zhiyuan can always urinate in a pot with Mr. Yun Zhi.

"Yun Zhi, I don't know what other people's original intention is to read the newspaper, but I'm here to hunt for curiosity. After hunting for curiosities for a long time, it is natural that only murder and arson can arouse some small interests. Lan Zhiyuan said lightly.

"Hehe, Brother Zhiyuan, you call it 'information fatigue syndrome', which is a common neurological disease in the era of big data, after all, this society is too impetuous. Mr. Yunzhi explained.

"Hey~" Lan Zhiyuan let out a long sigh,

Life is too depressing, life is too stressful,

Don't look for some excitement and excitement,

I really don't know, how do people live?

"Here's yesterday's paper. Lao Yutou said, and took a copy of the national newspaper published yesterday, because it was too far away from him, so Lan Zhiyuan never ordered it.

Lan Zhiyuan took it calmly, but when he turned the newspaper over, something that appeared on the front page made his hands tremble unconsciously, and his feet were so weak that he almost couldn't stand.

Because the "woman in red" he saw in his dream was very clearly appearing in the national newspaper at this moment, and she was still smiling at Lan Zhiyuan. That kind of zombie-like beautiful and weird smile with some intimacy.

"The next few days didn't happen anything special, I was still sitting in my office, smoking a stuffy cigarette, reading all sorts of magazines, and playing online games. I tried to forget the dream and the woman who had been conjured up by the little red ball. I also surf the Internet a lot, but it's mainly for gaming and passing the time." Lan Zhiyuan said.

"Brother Lan Yuan, in fact, I envy you, hehe~" Mr. Yun Zhi replied.

To tell the truth, Lan Zhiyuan is a very mediocre person, and he has adapted to this mediocrity.

"I don't know, why did this unjust soul come to me? In this case like her, at least she should go to someone like you, Brother Yunzhi, why should she look for me?

All I know now is that she, that ghost, will still appear, that she has become a part of my life like my shadow, and I can't get rid of her no matter what. Lan Zhiyuan said very painfully.

"Brother Zhiyuan, don't be afraid, I'm here. Mr. Yun Zhi said, and held Lan Zhiyuan's trembling hands tightly.

"Yunzhi, with you, I'm much better, I was, I really don't know when the next time she will appear, will it be when I'm eating, when I'm sleeping, or is it still in my dream?" Lan Zhiyuan continued.

9 to 5, go out early and return naturally at night, on the way home, the sun has already appeared in the western sky in the form of a sunset, of course, there is a sunset like fire, Lan Zhiyuan's shadow has also turned into a long thick black line that follows him very faithfully, of course, Lan Zhiyuan's shadow is also holding a shriveled briefcase.

Lan Zhiyuan smiled at his shadow, a little impatient, a little sad, before seeing Ruhua, there was still some endless loneliness, the master was poor, and the shadow could only follow the life of walking.

Another red BMW rolled over his shadow body on its toes. This damn one also spat out thick phlegm by the way. The quality of this kind of person is as bad as it can be said Lan Zhiyuan was secretly scolding, and suddenly there was a very familiar voice in his ears that made him very frightened.

"Porphyry... Porphyry... Porphyry... Porphyry: "A small ball is beating very regularly again.

And it wasn't somewhere else, it was directly in front of Lan Zhiyuan, only ten meters away from him, that a small red ball was moving at a supernatural and uniform speed.

"Yunzhi... No... No... ”