I rushed to his side. Zhang Fang was completely covered in his own blood, and the white roses in his hand had turned red. The photo in his other hand was also stained red with blood.
“He’s dead!” I asked.
Yes, life ended just like that!
"Have you seen that girl?"
"I saw him through the photo he was holding, but I didn't expect that the photo he was holding was of Lin Zhimei."
"What?" I almost spat out the food in my mouth.
“From that moment on, I realized that perhaps she hadn’t left the city, but had simply changed her name and was still in some corner of the city. She was definitely not Chen Keni, the one Zhang Fang was talking about, but Lin Zhimei!” At this point, a look of regret suddenly appeared on her face: “Actually, I’m the one who killed Zhang Fang. I had a premonition when he first started talking to me, but I didn’t tell him!”
"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven, so you can't blame yourself!" I said, "Then, did you see her again after that?"
"No, perhaps she really has disappeared this time." But, not long after, something else happened!
"What is it?" He suddenly smiled mysteriously. "I'm a little sleepy. I'll tell you next time!"
He pushed his bike to the outside of the restroom, and the light inside went out instead of flashing. He locked the bike, went inside, and had just squatted down when he heard a noise. The restroom had inner and outer stalls; he was in the inner stall and heard the sound outside. It sounded like someone was banging on the wall with a hammer, "thump, thump, thump." Curious, he pulled up his pants and went out to investigate.
A man, probably in his early twenties, was standing outside. He was a young man, wearing a conspicuous white suit. However, his clothes looked very dirty; as my third uncle would say, "They look like they haven't been washed in six months." The young man didn't say anything, just stared blankly at my third uncle, slowly extending his right hand, holding a piece of white paper. He presented the paper to my third uncle without saying a word. My third uncle curiously took the paper, wanting to see what it was, but the man vanished the moment he took it. Terrified, my third uncle threw the paper on the ground and rushed out of the bathroom. He didn't even push his motorcycle; he ran for over an hour straight home.
When my third uncle got home, he called my second uncle and told him about it. My second uncle works at the Municipal Bureau of Culture. He didn't believe it at all and insisted that my third uncle had made a mistake. Later, the two brothers argued, and my third uncle said, "If you don't believe me, let's go see for ourselves. That piece of white paper is still lying on the ground." My second uncle is also straightforward, and he said, "Fine, let's go. Whoever loses treats us to dinner." Later, the two of them invited a friend of my second uncle called "Brother Bai" to go with them. Brother Bai was a taxi driver and had many friends in the city's underworld (at this point, Li Duo quietly asked me what "underworld" meant, and I quietly told him that it was roughly equivalent to the mafia). He was also very bold. He drove my third uncle and my second uncle to the sulfuric acid factory. When they arrived, the rain had stopped, around two or three in the morning. But the toilet was nowhere to be found.
Later, Uncle San recalled, "We searched for a long time, but we couldn't find the toilet. Even our motorcycle, which we parked in front of the door, was gone." "It's understandable that the motorcycle was lost. But could the toilet be gone too?" Uncle Er and the others saw that Uncle San was getting anxious, so they advised him to give up. They said Uncle Er had lost this time, and they'd treat him to a meal when he got back. Finally, they persuaded Uncle San to go home.
My third uncle got back home and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He's a stubborn person by nature. He checked the time; it was almost four o'clock. He decided not to sleep anymore, went out, hailed a taxi, and went back to the sulfuric acid factory. Strangely enough, when he got there, he found his motorcycle parked perfectly fine outside, and from a distance, the broken toilet light was still flickering. He slowly went into the toilet to check, but there was nothing inside. The piece of paper was still lying on the ground by the door.
Uncle San picked up the paper and put it in his pocket. Then, seeing that there was nothing left in the toilet, he went out. He pushed his cart home, and it was already dawn. He was really tired after all that commotion all night, so he went straight to sleep. When he woke up, he had already eaten lunch, and in the afternoon, he got busy and forgot about it.
Several days later, while doing laundry, Auntie San found a piece of paper in Uncle San's pocket and handed it to him. Uncle San only remembered what happened that day when he saw the paper, and he was shocked when he opened it. There was a phone number written in blood on the paper.
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