♪ Ding Ling Ling ~~~ Ding Ling Ling ~~~

The mobile phone rings in my ears, and the sound is still irritating, but today I listen to it like a needle.

Last night's encounter made Fu Qian feel extremely weak, and he subconsciously touched the wound in a hazy way.

However, no matter how Fu Qian searched on his body, he couldn't find the slightest scar, and last night's incident seemed to be just a nightmare, but Fu Qian knew that it was not a dream.

Because this is not the first time that his wound has healed extremely quickly, although he doesn't know what the specific reason is, but at present, it seems that his extraordinary healing ability has saved his life.

Fu Qian picked up his mobile phone and hesitated to dial the police, but how to tell the police after dialing? Could it be that he was assassinated by a masked killer last night and stabbed dozens of times, but after a good night's sleep, the wound was miraculously healed?

After hesitating, Fu Qian still decided not to call the police for the time being, Mu Nan's disappearance and what happened to him were too bizarre, and the police who called the police might not believe it, and maybe they would send themselves to a mental hospital as a mental illness.

For now, he should still find Mu Nan first, but before that, he should find out who wants to kill him, and if he is looking for revenge, who will he have a grudge against after seven years of being out of here?

Fu Qian rummaged around the room to see if there was anything that could be used, what happened last night made him a little afraid, although he was fine, but the pain in his heart was unforgettable.

In the end, Fu Qian found a firewood knife full of rust in the firewood room, and he would always feel more at ease if he had a prop for self-defense.

After getting ready, Fu Qian walked towards Mu Beiwang's house, and on the way, Fu Qian cautiously observed the surroundings, for fear that the masked killer last night would come and stab him a few times.

But this road is abnormal, there is no feeling of being stared at, and no one follows me.

The road is unusually quiet, although the morning sun rises from the east as usual, cloudless, but today the sun is like being covered with a layer of gauze, soft and weak, a breeze blows, and I still feel a trace of coldness.

But it's July

"Is it a delusion......

Fu Qian raised his head and looked at the sun above his head, even if he opened his eyes and looked directly at the sun above his head, he would not feel dazzling, Fu Qian didn't think much about it, he just thought it was a nervous breakdown after his serious injury was healed, and walked straight towards Mu Beiwang's house.

Pushing open the bamboo fence, Mu Beiwang sat in the corner like yesterday, shaking the sieve in his hand constantly, but the poultry in the yard today seemed to have lost their vitality, paralyzed on the ground like a winter day, Mu Beiwang seemed to be indifferent, and sifted the food in the sieve by himself.

Fu Qian saw that Mu Beiwang didn't find himself walking into the courtyard, so he asked softly, "Grandpa Mu, are you busy?" ”

Mu Beiwang raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at Fu Qian in front of him, his eyes were full of doubts: "Young man, who are you looking for?" ”

Fu Qian looked at Mu Beiwang puzzled, Mu Beiwang's reaction, how did it look like he was seeing himself for the first time?

"Grandpa Mu, I ate your rice crackers yesterday and thought they were delicious, so I want to order them again today."

Fu Qian deliberately mentioned yesterday's rice crackers to see Mu Beiwang's reaction, but Mu Beiwang's next answer made Fu Qian extremely puzzled.

"Young man, are you kidding the old man? I haven't seen you. ”

Mu Beiwang actually said that he hadn't seen him, but he did talk to him yesterday, could it be that this old man can't remember anything when he is old?

Looking at the old man's reaction, it didn't look like he was lying, and he couldn't think of any reason for the old man to lie to himself.

But if you can't think of it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.

Seeing that Fu Qian still hadn't planned to leave, Mu Bei raised his voice and said, "Young man, no matter where you come from, let's go quickly." ”

After speaking, Mu Beiwang looked up at the sun above his head, and casually sprinkled the sifted grain in his hand to the poultry: "Let's go quickly, it's going to change the sky......

The hoarse voice was extremely uncomfortable to hear, Fu Qian shrugged his shoulders, hugged his body, and kept frustrating the goosebumps on his arms.

Since Mu Beiwang had issued an eviction order, Fu Qian was not easy to force to stay, so he turned around and left, recalling what Mu Beiwang just said on the way, is it going to change?

But there is no cloud overhead, and although the sun is a little soft, it will not change the sky, or ...... Read between the lines.

And Mu Beiwang's behavior just now, why did he feed the screened grain to the poultry, usually speaking, wouldn't the screened good grain be kept for his own consumption?

Puzzled, Fu Qian decided to take a stroll around the village to see if there were any valuable clues in the village.

Remembering that he hadn't communicated with his family to report his safety after going out for so many days, Fu Qian picked up his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number in the address book.

"Dut...... Honk...... Sorry, your call is temporarily unreachable, please call again later. ”

Fu Qian glanced at his mobile phone, and there was no signal, but although it was a rural area, it was not like no signal! But the mobile phone can't even search for the new 2G number.

But if she doesn't report her trip to her family, her family will definitely be uneasy, especially Fu Yun, who is sure that she is in a hurry now.

Fu Qian came to the commissary in the east of the village, borrowed a wired phone from the boss, and dialed Fu Yun's number, but the other end of the phone still prompted that there was no signal.

couldn't even make a wired phone, Fu Qian felt more and more strange about this place.

Along the way, the animals in the village were like Mu Beiwang's poultry, lifeless and slumped, recalling the little knowledge taught by the teacher in the previous class, before the disaster occurred, the animals would make abnormal actions to foreshadow the disaster.

Could it be that there is some impending catastrophe that causes the signals to be lost and the animals to lose their lives?

"It's going to change...... It's going to change...... It's going to be a different day......"

When Fu Qian was thinking about it, he was awakened by a murmur, and when he turned around, he found that the shopkeeper was staring at him with empty eyes, and her mouth kept repeating these four words.

It's going to change......

Going to change?

Could it be that this sentence does not mean that it is going to be windy and rainy, but that it has another meaning?

Fu Qian asked suspiciously, "Auntie, what do you mean by changing the sky?" Is it going to rain heavily? ”

The proprietress of the commissary didn't pay attention to Fu Qian, she kept repeating these four words, and her voice became smaller and quieter, and gradually she couldn't hear what she was saying, and finally the proprietress was so small that she could only hear a buzzing sound, just like a monk in the temple chanting scriptures.

"Brother, you're not from this village, are you?"

A man in his early 20s stopped Fu Qian, the man had a single-lens reflex camera hanging around his neck, and it was estimated that he should be a photographer or something, but this man's appearance did not look like a person from this village.

"My ancestral home is here, and I came back to do something, but how did the people in this village become so strange?"

The man interrupted Fu Qian's question, picked up Fu Qian and walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Don't talk about it yet, it's going to change."