The next day, a hazy fog rose in the city of Rakdai.

The fog spread across many blocks, shrouding the buildings and trees in a touch of white lightness.

Pedestrians hurried into the streets, their figures fluttering in the vapor.

It's hanging there.

and suddenly scattered there.

The day dawned, and the light of the street lamps gradually dimmed.

The ignorant beginning of the day merges with the fog to form some kind of mysterious harmony.

The city restarted its operation, and little by little it split the silence.

The roar of vehicles and the hustle and bustle of the crowd were intertwined and superimposed, breaking the peace of the morning.

Distance.

The silhouette of a tall building looms, like a castle floating above the clouds.

Near.

The vegetation on both sides of the lane shook its branches, like old people standing on the wind vent and waiting.

Xing Tao baked two pieces of bread and walked to the living room.

A small stack of fish meat was fed to the black cat.

"It's foggy."

Holding the wild cat's tail lightly with her hand, the girl looked sideways out the window, with a little emotion and novelty in her tone.

After all, in Luotai City, you may not encounter such fog several times a year.

Although it is not to the extent that you can't see your fingers.

But it is estimated that it should not be far off.

"Looks like you're going to have to walk a little more carefully today."

Lowering his head and muttering to himself, Xing Tao smiled lightly and patted the black cat's head.

After breakfast.

The girl put on her schoolbag and left the house.

At the same time, she has already planned to contact An Ming to go to the lawyer to take over her father's real estate after school this afternoon.

Yes.

Xing Tao finally decided to make a change.

"Click."

When the lock in front of the door closes.

The cat standing in the hall also raised its head.

Undoubtedly, as the initiator of the current fog.

Jiang Sheng obviously has its own arrangements.

……

Through the perspective of some insects, black cats are able to see clearly.

With Xing Tao no longer visiting, Yang Fuxian, who was lying in the hospital, had become much more manic.

And the calamity in the man's body has recently shown signs of accelerating the split, and this move is to create more car accidents.

Faced with this situation.

Jiang Sheng will curb it from the side.

But this back-and-forth is undoubtedly not a long-term solution.

So on this day, the black cat is ready to play a real urban weirdo, and even fool Xing Tao to take the initiative to visit her father.

But in fact, the inspiration for this idea came from Xing Moss's mouth a few days ago.

That's right, just when Jiang Sheng was going to put aside his concerns.

and then used spiritual power to make Xing Tao "suffer some hardships", and obediently obeyed.

The girl was by mistake and provided another way of thinking for the black cat.

As for why Jiang Sheng didn't explain the truth directly to Xing Tao, so as to seek the girl's assistance.

There are basically a few reasons for this.

First of all, judging from Yang Fuxian's condition, he was obviously harmed by someone to look like this.

Second, although the person who harmed him may not be a strange synergy, the other party must have extraordinary abilities.

Third, human nature is complex after all. Jiang Sheng couldn't guarantee what Xing Tao would do or even think about when he learned the truth.

So it would rather let the girl be an ignorant tool.

At least in this way, the black cat can still take care of the overall situation.

……

Walking on the road to the school, the fog was thicker than Xing Tao imagined.

The surrounding vision was obscured by the white mist, and the figures in the distance seemed blurry and difficult to distinguish.

But even so, the slightly humid breath that was escaping from the cold wind still made the girl feel a little comfortable.

Xing moss likes the humidity and coolness brought by dense fog.

I also like the feeling of isolation after the individual is wrapped.

Birdsong echoed from the telephone poles in the shadows.

In the early morning when the crowd is stuck, they will not be disturbed too much for the time being.

The light fog makes the street scene a little deeper.

Time, as if it was being siphoned out.

Everything seems to be slowing down.

Until the morning sun fully rose, unable to dispel the misty light, it gradually dyed the sky from lilac to warm pink.

The world visible to the naked eye seems to be draped in layers of dreamy colors.

It was at such a moment.

Xing Moss is passing through a certain intersection.

I met a white-haired boy who couldn't be seen.

……

Between the passing traffic, the white boy was like a lost snowflake, and his exposed skin was as smooth as ice.

He was dressed strangely and his physique was thin.

There was no half of clothing on his body, only a circle of bandages.

In the current February that is in the depths of winter, such an image will inevitably make people feel chilled.

But the citizens passing by did not pay attention to the situation of the teenager.

It doesn't matter if it's by car or on foot.

All of them just passed by the boy silently.

Even the purest line of sight never stopped for a moment.

They should not see him.

Almost for no reason, Xing Tao clearly judged in his heart.

It was as if she had affirmed this without thinking.

As if she knew it.

At this moment, no one can see him but me.

The poor teenager.

Xing Tao thought.

The next second, the girl suddenly woke up again.

Wait, me, this, him.

Could it be the one, the lucky white boy?

Yes, Xing Moss, who was in a trance, finally remembered this strange story that he had heard.

She began to feel the absurdity of life.

Because recently, the girl has encountered too many "things" that cannot be explained by science.

At this time, a wind blew.

The boy's white hair trembled slightly, and strands fell down to his forehead.

The scattered hair has a glass-like texture that reflects the other person's pink eyes.

And that empty, unfocused look.

It's like a delicate piece of artwork.

Beautiful and lifeless.

Xing Tao smelled a faint aroma.

The boy stood still, motionless.

It seems to be completely detached from this busy world.

He pondered some unknown things, and that serious and focused demeanor made the girl subconsciously remain silent.

The two men stood across the street, facing each other.

Xing Tao looked at the young man, and forgot what to do for a while.

She felt like she was watching a snow that could stop at any moment.

So I don't want to bother, and I don't want to make a noise.

But the young man's pupils suddenly moved.

He probably noticed Xing Moss's presence.

So, in the midst of the crowd that seemed to fade away, the boy raised his eyes and looked at the girl.

And opened thin lips.

"You, can you see me?"

The muted voice.

When it came, it was extremely clear.

On this day, Xing Tao encountered another urban legend.

(End of chapter)