I opened the door of the restaurant and felt the cold winter wind, and I shrunk my neck.

I turned around and saw the waiter’s back.He soon entered the kitchen of the restaurant and could no longer see it.

In the doorway of the restaurant, you can also see the TV screen, but the angle is not right, I only saw a child wearing a school uniform, do not know what is in the news.

I raised my hand and looked at the palm of my hand, and there was always a strange feeling in my heart.

All the way back to the fat man's house, the two of them were still dozing off.

I called them up, unpacked the bag, and turned on the TV.

The midday news of the local Taiwan is introducing the recent exhibition activities of Minqing, and there is no such social news.

I changed the station and finally saw the reports related to ourselves.

The hospital pediatric building appeared in my field of vision, and the picture also included blue plastic sheets used by the police to block the line of sight and protect the scene.

Reporters do not now know the details of the incident, the casualty report is just a vague number.

I picked up the bag and stopped.

Those people have bodies, and I can bring them back to life with all my power.

Chen Yihan knew about it, and the SWees knew about it.But Chen Yihan did not look for me again.

Are you ready to resurrect these people?

I don't know how Chen Yihan planned, just think of those children, think of Han Yun, there is a feeling of regret.

The pain is not to be talked about.

I am not married, I have no children, my sister is an adult, it is too difficult for me to have some strong feelings for young children.

Moreover, the biggest victim and greatest hero of the whole thing should be Han Yun.

He just needed to be a long-living old man.Like the ghost king, free and free, arbitrary, do not have to bear much burden.

But he carried the souls of those children on his own.

I pinch the bun, some confusion, momentary, and feel that this thought is just the result of my own brain.

The people of Ao Ye were willing to die tragically, and Han Yun was willing to kill his own existence.

They all just chose the path they wanted to take.

There are no choices for ordinary people.

I felt a pain in my hand, and the traces left by Hadsett seemed to become deeper.

I suddenly saw the illusion, and there was an illusion.

It feels like entering a dream, but it’s different.

I am still a spectator, and I feel the same way to a certain extent, but in addition, I feel another strong emotion.

The strange feeling that was hanging on my heart grew stronger.

I suddenly realized that this is what Hyster said, the feeling of death.

In the moment of thinking about this, those phantoms and hallucinations became extremely clear.

“Hello there?Well.You made the wrong call.”

“It’s 1882******31, right?”Zhang Yu, right?”

“Uh...”

“Do you really not remember who I am?”Oh, what... how are you doing this?I never saw you before, you were such a person.“Oh, really... I haven’t remembered yet?”

The voice on the other end of the phone, with a hint of anger, sighed a few times, and asked again.

That sounds like a scam call.

I felt the hesitation of the client.

I saw the appearance of the man, middle-aged, seems to be 40 or 50 years old, wearing a bloated down jacket, holding a mobile phone in one hand, carrying a bag of vegetables and meat in the other hand, as if it had just returned from the vegetable farm.

He waited for the green light on the road.The green light came on, and he followed the crowd, some absent-minded.

Soon, he suddenly realized, “Is it a big one?”Big, right?Oh, really, really not heard at all.Long time no contact.Big, Zhang Yongjian, right?Sorry, sorry.It’s been a long time since I graduated and I haven’t been in touch.Why do you have this number?”There was a little doubt in his mind.

“Ask here.Before asking who to ask... in the class group, I recorded it.You're in the group, right?I remember you seem to be there."The more people on the phone said the more fluent.

“There it is there.The operation is not very good.Now the Internet chat, I don't use it very much."

“You weren’t like that before.”

“Don’t mention it.When people get up, they don’t get too old.I've been at home for a long time, and I'm out of touch with society."

“Oh, I’ve heard of it.Listen to who said it.How are you now?Is it free now?”

“It’s empty now.My two grandchildren are in school, and I'll pick them up sooner or later, much better than before."

The two of them talked.

I soon saw another figure.

A man in his twenties and thirties sat in a forced office, wearing headphones, facing his headset, and looking at the computer screen to talk on the phone.

There are people around him, and the movements are basically the same.

After a while, the man hung up the phone, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and added information behind the string of cell phone numbers.

“This is basically done.I'll let him pay next time."The man took off his earphones, raised his hand, raised his finger, and said to those around him.

His voice was distinctly different from what had just been, no longer the voice of a low middle-aged man, and the voice was much younger.

He stood up, hung on the song, and watched the people around him respond to themselves while talking on the phone.

He walked out of the corner of the office and turned into the bathroom next to him.

I have confirmed that this is a fraud gang, but the number is not large, probably not much money fraud.

So far, everything has nothing to do with the spirit, and I have not seen the figure of Hadesit.

I was puzzled, wondering how this strange illusion was going to end, and the feeling of death came to mind.

The man was washing his hands in the sink, looked up in the mirror, and dyed his red hair.

He was quickly caught by the mirror.

I also looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, the young man in his twenties and thirties, with red hair, was changing.

He touched his hair suspiciously, and his palms quickly turned red.

It’s like the color of the hair is fading and the hair is falling off.

He grinned his mouth and sipped his short hair again.

The red hair and red paint of his hands made him scold.

“What a thing!The grass!fading, and hair loss!The gang of bastards...” He went out in a lot of momentum, did not return to the office, but grabbed a down jacket from the empty living room, put on it and went outside.

When he went out, he threw his door away, vented his anger, and his hair was blown away.

I saw the root white hair on his head.

He walked downstairs and came out of the five-story residential building.

This place seems to have just been picked up of the community, but also like a city village, the layout of the building is a bit chaotic, there are not many people.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the man could not help but shrink his neck.

He coughed twice, and did not stop, coughing more and more fiercely.

I saw him cover his mouth with his hand, and his body gradually tidly.

It’s not because of coughing.

His body was indeed shrinking, from the original nearly a meter eight, suddenly shrinking to about a meter seven.At the same time, his two eyes exposed outside also became turbid.

When he put his hand down, his face changed.

His face turned into someone else.

A strange middle-aged man, looking haggard, a sick look.

What I saw changed again.

The man who answered the phone was clumsily asking questions in the group.

“Big enough?”

“Yes, that little one.I am not a small, he is a big, Zhang Yongjian.We have a good relationship.I was disconnected as soon as I graduated.I don't know where he went."

“He graduated and went home, and he was not long old.Lung cancer.There was no news afterwards.It should have been gone long ago.”

Listening to such a voice message, Zhang Yu froze.

On the other hand, I saw the old young man walking to a barbershop and fell to the ground before pushing the door.

On the glass door reflected his frightened face.