Sun Qiang is not addicted to alcohol, on the contrary, he hates alcohol. His father died of alcoholism. This was arguably the biggest blow of his childhood.

His mother was also very concerned about this matter. The family is more or less aware of the situation. Only Dad's own brother, like a tendon missing, will drink to the fullest every party, and always want to pull Sun Qiang to drink together.

Sun Qiang thought about the hot situation in the box and decided to go out for a walk and come back.

He walked down the hallway, past the bathroom, and turned in.

There was no one in the restroom. The pungent smell of incense permeated the room.

Sun Qiang held his breath, fought quickly, and washed his hands a little faster than before.

When he turned off the faucet, he felt the light flicker.

The cold wind that blew from nowhere blew away that strange scent and brought another scent.

Sun Qiang couldn't describe it, he just felt suddenly panicked.

He was in a hurry to leave, and the light in the toilet flashed again.

This time he didn't stop, and when he opened the door to the toilet, he saw a green light in the darkness.

The lights in the corridor outside had been turned off at some point, leaving only the glowing emergency exit sign at the foot of the wall.

This strange scene startled Sun Qiang.

He hurriedly stopped, closing his eyes in disbelief, but when he opened them again, he saw the strange hallway.

"Anyone?" Sun Qiang shouted.

It was like tripping and the power was cut off, and the lights in the hallway went out. But if it's a trip and a power outage, it shouldn't be so quiet.

This floor is all private rooms, the walls are not very well insulated, and some cheerful laughter and shouts can be faintly heard in the corridor before. In addition to this, the constant flow of waiters and the aroma of food will also make people feel lively.

Now, that's gone.

The deathly silence makes people's hearts furious.

Sun Qiang shouted again.

He didn't get any response.

Sun Qiang immediately retreated to the bathroom, his body stiffened for a second, and he turned his head to glance at it in fear.

It was quiet in the bathroom. He noticed it when he entered, and the doors were half-closed in both compartments, so he could tell that there was no one inside. There are no ventilation windows in the toilets, only an exhaust fan at the top of the wall.

There can be no one here.

Sun Qiang thought so in his heart, but he still didn't dare to close the toilet door completely. He pulled the door with one hand and pulled out his phone with the other.

As soon as the phone is unlocked, the Weibo interface that has not been exited before pops up.

The comments he received are shown at the top.

Sun Qiang looked at the comments and thought of the content of that Weibo, and his heartbeat was out of rhythm.

He quickly took a deep breath and wanted to call his mother's number.

The busy sound from the cell phone and the ringing of the phone from the hallway rang one after the other.

Sun Qiang subconsciously turned his head and looked out of the corridor.

In the sound of music bells, there are more and more clear footsteps gradually approaching.

The sound of footsteps is not for one person, but for many.

The footsteps dragged and slowed, as if a group of people were striding heavily.

Sun Qiang suddenly thought of his father's funeral.

He was thirteen years old at the time. Holding the portrait of his father, he walked at the front of the line with his mother, with his grandfather and grandmother by his side, and behind him were his uncle and aunt, and then behind him, other relatives, his father's colleagues and friends......

As soon as Sun Qiang recalled this, he saw a figure on the ground.

Under the faint green light, the shadow of the person was disrupted, like a wriggling monster, walking in front of Sun Qiang little by little.

After the shadow, it is the real person.

Sun Qiang saw his father.

His deceased father, with a blurred face, walked at the front of the line, with his mother by his side. Further back, there were grandfathers, grandmothers, and uncles and aunts who supported them.

All of them were expressionless, their eyelids drooping slightly, and their eyes were straight. Their steps are small, they don't walk fast, they act like people walking in water, they feel the resistance, and they are also affected by buoyancy. With a slight shaking, they passed in front of Sun Qiang.

After the close relatives, there are other relatives who have come to the party today.

One by one, in an untidy line, marching in silence.

The phone is automatically cut off.

Sun Qiang's hand drooped.

As if hypnotized, his naturally drooping hand was close to his side, his fingers curled up, hooking his phone.

When the last person passed in front of him, his eyes became the same as those of those people. In the line of sight without focus, there is only a blurred figure. Sun Qiang staggered, stepped out of the bathroom, and walked at the end of the line.

He kept walking, and he kept walking.

The vanishing consciousness made him look like a puppet being towed.

He didn't know that he wasn't walking in the dark.

"Where are you going?" A drunken voice sounded behind Sun Qiang. Sun Qiang's uncle leaned against the wall in a daze, raised his hand and pointed at Sun Qiang's back. As soon as he said this, the feeling of nausea came over him, and he had to rush into the toilet and throw up.

When Sun Qiang's uncle came out of the bathroom, he was still dizzy. He returned to the box, having forgotten about Sun Qiang, and his sleepiness made him doze off.

When he woke up the next day, he learned that Sun Qiang had run out of the hotel alone and had fallen into a nearby river. It didn't take long for him to receive a call from the police station and learn that Sun Qiang's body had been found downstream of the creek.

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Zero Hour News: [Drinking and mishap#Youth fell into the river and drowned after drinking#] Yesterday, Sun, who attended the party, was persuaded by his relatives to drink many times, and left the hotel alone after being drunk, and accidentally fell into the river on a nearby bridge. Sun's family found out about his disappearance more than two hours later and reported it to the police. After an overnight search, this morning, the police found Sun's body in the lower reaches of the river. Small zero tips, drink alcohol in moderation, do not drink excessively. After drinking, don't drive, don't walk alone, cherish life, and please gather rationally.

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Li Yun and Uncle Li ran around, but they didn't help the child with the same name and surname much, but they had a small harvest of their own.

Knowing that they were not alone, there were still many ghosts in the yang world, and having a small circle like Yin Shikang and his ghost friends in the third courtyard really gave the two of them a sense of security and a sense of relief.

That's the best takeaway.

So when Yi Xin mocked them for being nosy, neither of them had the slightest emotion.

Uncle Li turned this fulfilling harvest into motivation, pondering how to write a better follow-up story about his corpse. He also shared Yin Shikang's story with Aunt Li with great interest, and Aunt Li impatiently coped with it. Uncle Li is a little regretful, his wife is really not an emotional person. He was not discouraged, but he just remembered his old brother Jiang Longchang, so he patiently and persevered in sending text messages for several hours, wanting to share Yin Shikang's story with him.

Li Yun didn't know if Uncle Li had succeeded. He himself has no such desire to share, nor does he have a person to share with.

He began to look up the location of local churches and researched religious information on the Internet.

Popular science on the Internet is a bit boring, and those that are written in an interesting way tend to study the wonderful content of myths and legends.

Li Yun had a hard time reading, his progress was slow, and he couldn't find real and useful information from it—he couldn't tell if it was real, just as he didn't know that there were ghosts in the world before he died.

After a few days like this, Li Yun received the revised follow-up story from Uncle Li.

"Look at how this one went." Uncle Li humbly asked for advice.

Li Yun looked seriously, but he didn't look at it for a while before he heard Yi Xin's call.

Yi Xin is summoning Uncle Li.

Uncle Li obediently walked over and sat upright in front of Yi Xin.

Yi Xin arranged the easel and canvas, adjusted the paint, observed Uncle Li's face in a similar way, and began to smear on the canvas.

Li Yun has been running to the fourth floor for the past few days, only knowing that the security guard Zhang Jian has resigned, and there are two other security guards who have left at the same time. There is also a staff member on the third floor, that is, Feng Donghua, who was with Wang Xin and Ge Xiaojun before, who also resigned. Several people were naked, with a tough attitude, and they did not hesitate to deduct their wages and bonuses, and left Jinrong Building as if fleeing for their lives. This incident has caused Li Yun to avoid the people around him when he entered and exited from the main gate of Jinrong Mansion in the past few days.

Li Yun didn't know that something new was happening in their own office.

"You want to draw Uncle Li?" Li Yun was surprised and asked casually.

A crumpled old man is incompatible with the flowers, sunshine, cats and dogs that Yi Xin painted before.