Shocking Change (Edit)
Who? Huh?
I was stunned and saw Sanyi still talking to the bent figure under the street lamp. The two of them were very close, at a close distance where they could almost hear each other's breathing and heartbeats. At first glance, the scene seemed extremely warm and loving.
Looking at the figures under the other street lamps, I found that their heights and body shapes were indeed very similar.
What a joke, how come Nian Huairen is still standing outside without dying? He hasn't decayed after all these years? Is he really immortal?
I felt a chill on my back, and immediately felt the same helpless despair that Sanyi had felt back then. I broke out in a sweat and subconsciously lowered my voice and yelled, "What are you doing! Are you trying to kill yourself?"
He quickly searched the car, threw the cat under the seat, grabbed a high-power flashlight from the tool box in the corner, weighed the weight in his hand, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the thick fog to provide support for Sanyi.
At the same time, he called Zhang Tianyi to follow quickly, and to surround the criminal from both sides and bring the person back as soon as possible.
"I'll be the bait to seduce that guy, and you take the opportunity..." He almost bit his tongue while giving orders in a hurry. He turned around and saw, damn, why is it so quiet? Where is the person?
I don't know when the back became empty. Zhang Tianyi, a living man, disappeared. My heart sank. I stood in the fog and called out carefully a few times, but no one answered.
I turned around and called Sanyi under the street light, and my heart sank again.
Oh my god, the street light is actually empty.
Sanyi was missing, and Nian Huairen, who looked like a living person standing by the cordon under the street lights, was also nowhere to be found.
Suddenly I was the only one left in the thick fog. A weak evening breeze blew, and the mist was very humid. My whole body felt slightly damp and a little heavy. I was literally confused.
Everything happened so fast, it was totally incomprehensible. I couldn't tell whether I was more scared or depressed, I just froze in place and touched the back of my head.
No, this is what they call good brothers taking me on a flight without worries, and Mr. Zhang paying for the whole trip? Sure enough, they gave up when the time came.
I was so frightened that I felt a little ridiculous. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms and shouted a few more times, but still no one answered. So I changed my mind and called the little fat cat that I had urgently left in the car, but there was no response at all.
It was really weird. I thought about it and was sure that I had only jogged two steps out of the car door. It was clearly a distance that Zhang Tian could pull me back with just a stretch of his arms. After all, I just trusted the skills of this cheap brother and wanted to cooperate with him. If it didn't work, he would naturally throw me back. It's not like I was so stubborn that I wanted to die.
What I can't understand is that if the fog was so weird, Zhang Tianyi should have reminded me long ago. How could he just open the car door in front of me and show off?
Could it be that they suddenly disliked me as an outsider and went back home for a family-building dinner? They shouldn't be so distant.
I consoled myself with this nonsense, using up all my life's complaints. I calmed down a little and thought about what to do next.
The first choice is naturally to get back into the car and close the door tightly.
After all, it's a relatively safe stronghold. It's a large target and easy to find. There's definitely nothing wrong with me waiting inside for the two masters to come back and find me.
The only thing I was worried about was that before my buddies came back to find me, I would be blocked by those missing ghosts and made dumplings. Then there would be no room to evade and move in the car. If there was a Nian Huairen squatting in the car waiting for me, I would become ready-made luncheon meat if I went up.
The second option is to simply go under the street lamp to check the situation. I can be easily seen under the lamp. If something approaches in the thick fog, I will find it quickly and can escape in any direction. I won't be too passive. The disadvantage is that my position is also obvious to those things.
Both options had serious shortcomings, but I had no choice at the moment. It was pitch black everywhere, and it was too scary to stand alone in the fog. I didn't have time to think about it. I waved the strong flashlight left and right as a weapon and began to retreat step by step, planning to return to the car and meet up with the little fat cat first.
I have to say, the night fog was so thick that it was a bit eerie. I felt like I was struggling to wade in a pot of milky, moldy fish soup. There were only a few round spots of street lamps floating around half an arm's length away, like a layer of dead fish eyes floating on the ground. Otherwise, it was pitch black all around.
It was so quiet at this moment, as if something would emerge from the thick fog at any moment.
What’s even worse is that I had already retreated at least ten steps, but still couldn’t see or touch the door of the van that was right behind me.
Of course I know that when you are blind, you can't walk in a straight line, you will be more or less tilted. But according to the size and length of the van, even if I walk sideways like a crab, at most I can only walk from the rear to the front, there is no reason to take a few steps back and retreat into outer space.
Where did the van go? Where am I? When will Nian Huairen show up?
Don't panic, I took a deep breath and said to myself, if the past provided by Sanyi is not too far off, then no matter how weird Nian Huairen is, his physical fitness and lethality are still the standard of an ordinary living person. The worst case scenario is that we run into a head-on fight, which is not that scary.
When Sanyi was seven years old, he could stab him twice, but as a useless adult with sub-health, I can only swing the flashlight at him twice and hold on until my buddies come to rescue him. At worst, I can scream for help loudly and miserably, trying to scare him to death.
Okay, I can do it, come on.
When I couldn't find the van, I looked for street lights. In short, I kept moving. I did it without any hesitation and quickly selected a street light spot and approached it.
While I was moving, I vaguely felt that the physical energy I was exerting was a bit unreasonable, as if I was really hiking in deep water. Both sides of my shoulders felt heavy as if I was pulling heavy objects, and soon I felt a little sore.
I didn't dare turn on the high-intensity flashlight rashly, for fear of becoming a sitting duck in the thick fog. I just held it in my hand for self-defense, staring at the direction of the street light and groping my way forward based on my sense of feel. It was very difficult to walk.
At this time, I couldn't help but have wild thoughts, thinking that maybe my two brothers didn't go anywhere, and they were just lying on my back, one on the left and one on the right, with their arms around my shoulders, acting as two silent door gods to ward off evil spirits.
If I turn my head to the side and look at my back now, will I see their identical faces looking towards me, and can I find the differences between them?
I was just joking around to comfort myself, but as I thought about it, I felt a little creepy, as if it was much scarier than the fog and Nian Huairen. I quickly quickened my pace and this time I really ran for my life and jumped directly under the street lamp.
As I walked into the light, I felt a sense of security that seemed familiar, which made me feel somewhat relieved. I looked around and the first thing that caught my eye was the bright yellow cordon.
Looking closely at this time, the circle on top, which should be the special fluorescent strip, is very conspicuous. It feels very rough and uneven when touched, and there is a layer of dark stains that I can't tell what it is. It is very thick. I scratched it with my fingernail but couldn't scrape it off.
Judging from the situation, it seems that it has been left here for many years.
Looking at the street lights above our heads, we can clearly see that no one has cleaned or maintained them for many years. There is thick dirt in the lampshades, causing the light to appear yellow and grey, looking a bit listless and makeshift.
I couldn't help but wonder, what's going on? Has the area around Nian Huairen's old house been separated and turned into a forbidden area? This isn't just a small yard that someone just built to grow some vegetables. If it could be left unused for so long, it must have been a long-term, major project.
You know, even a dilapidated building with the word "demolition" written on it and which may be demolished at any time cannot resist homeless people and some curious netizens who want to visit it.
But I have never heard any similar rumors back home.
Brother Li, the security guard who goes home for the New Year every year, is a fellow villager. He often talks enthusiastically about where a house is going to be demolished, where a new building is built, or which reservoir has caught an electric fisherman. He talks all kinds of gossip, but he never mentioned such a place when chatting with me, as if this place is completely unknown.
I remembered Yan Mo's hesitation to speak before, and I suspected that this was also the work of cooperation between the Zhang family and the local authorities. Moreover, the confidentiality level was probably very high. I was afraid that except Yan Mo, the person in charge, basically no one knew about it.
Hiss, I rubbed my forehead and had a headache. What was Zhang Tianyi up to? One trip brought up three stories, and each of them was an important party. He had exposed everyone's past in every aspect. No wonder Sanyi was also angry.
To be honest, I always feel that Zhang Tianyi is a bit anxious, as if he has to finish everything before a certain time. I don't know what can make him so anxious.
Now there was no place to interrogate that bastard. It was actually quite cold in the fog. There was a constant breeze in the middle of the night. I was shivering a little and suspected that I was about to catch a cold.
After stamping my feet twice and checking the cordon to find no further information, I looked around, trying to find some more useful clues.
As I looked, I didn't know if my eyes were blurry from staying in the fog for too long, or if there was indeed a faint light in the distance, but I vaguely heard a very slight sound of a spring gear clicking, as if someone was slowly turning the turn of a door.
The man probably didn't have much strength, or he might be weak. The thing slipped out of his hand after twisting it twice. The spring made a clicking sound as it bounced back, which was very clear in the silence.
Is there a house over there? Is someone trying to open the door, trying to get out?
I instantly recalled those fragments in my dream, and a picture emerged in my mind: Nian Huairen was lying on the ground, bleeding. He raised his arm to open the door and escape, but fell to the ground immediately.
But dreams are just dreams after all. I don't know what Nian Huairen looks like. I only got a vague glimpse of him under the street light just now, and saw a little bit of his profile obscured by the flame of the lighter. In the fantasy picture at this moment, the face is blank, and no facial features can be seen.
I shuddered, not daring to think any further. I stared at the light in the distance and listened to the sound of the door lock clicking several times.
Click, click, the man behind the door was regaining his strength, and the sound of turning the door lock was getting louder and faster at an unreasonable speed.
This time I was sure I had not heard it wrong, someone was really trying to open the door and get out.
At this rate, the door might not be able to stop the man for much longer. He was about to completely unlock the door.
I broke out in a cold sweat and had a very bad premonition. I intuitively felt that I couldn't let it go on and must not let that thing at the door get out.
After two seconds of hesitation, I turned on the high-intensity flashlight and shone it into the possible room.
The strong light had extremely strong penetrating power in the thick fog, and it dazzled my eyelids so much that I closed my eyes. I could vaguely see that there was indeed an old house in the distance, with an iron security door and a brass door handle with peeling paint that was slightly turning.
A long, extremely narrow and thin shadow was cast out from behind the door in a posture that I could not understand, and it followed the light path of the high-intensity flashlight. It was only half an inch away from my feet, like a black umbilical cord growing out of the thick fog.
I subconsciously took a step back, tiptoeing to avoid stepping on that strange shadow that looked wrong in every way, and held my breath.
The next second, the sound of the doorknob turning suddenly stopped. As if noticing my presence, there was an abrupt silence behind the door.
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