Yong Wei took out a box of cigarettes, pulled one out and handed it to Shen Fan.
He ignored the 'No Smoking' sign posted on the table, lit the cigarette, and took several puffs.
What happened that night was extremely horrific, and many of my classmates experienced it at the time.
But now it seems that except Yong Wei and Shen Fan, everyone else is lucky.
Because they threw that incident and Wen Ying into the trash can of "forgetfulness".
However, both Shen Fan and Yong Wei tacitly did not mention what happened that night fourteen years ago.
Just mentioning it can make people terrified.
That's a taboo.
"Xiao Fanzi, do you think there is something wrong with classmate Wen Ying?
Or maybe she really only exists in the memories of the two of us?
Is that girl a figment of our imagination?"
Yongwei blew out a big smoke ring.
Shen Fan was stunned for a moment: "What kind of logic do you call this? You don't know what our relationship was like when we were in junior high school?
You bullied me like that, and I still have the heart to dream up a non-existent friend with you.
What does this sound like?"
Yongwei sighed: "Oh, you just walked away.
You have no idea how terrible things I have faced.
How many pills do I take for bipolar disorder.
Originally, after I suffered so much torture, I had forgotten the Wen Ying who should not have existed.
But now, you fucking told me that female classmate Wen Ying is real. Could it be that the medicine I took was in vain?"
Shen Fan glared at him angrily: "Then what do you want? It's not you who caused me to transfer to another school."
"It doesn't make sense, I still feel like I can't swallow that breath.
After taking medicine for more than ten years, I am about to become a real psychopath."
Yongwei hit the bar with his fist.
"I'm going to investigate and find out whether I'm crazy or the psychiatrists who diagnosed me with bipolar disorder are crazy!"
Hearing this, Shen Fan slowly shook his head: "But it has been so long, how can you investigate?
All the classmates have forgotten Wen Ying's existence.
Didn't you say that even her parents can't remember that they had this daughter?
What did you use to check?
I think there is something evil in this matter, so we just pretend that nothing happened.
Everyone goes back to his own home and forgets about it."
Although Shen Fan was very curious about classmate Wen Ying suddenly disappearing from everyone's memory, and even her sense of existence was erased.
But for some reason, his sixth sense told him that he must not investigate this matter in depth.
Yong Wei laughed dryly, his eyes full of reluctance: "I have been going smoothly all my life, but I stumbled over this matter.
Where did I fall, where will I stand up?
Otherwise, I won’t be able to pass my level.”
This guy looks quite normal on the surface, but because he has been taking antipsychotic drugs for many years, Yongwei has become extremely stubborn.
Yong Wei raised his head and glared at Shen Fan sideways. The fierceness in his eyes made Shen Fan very uncomfortable: "Xiao Fanzi, aren't you curious?
Don't you want to investigate with me?
Maybe there is some shocking secret inside."
"No, I am an ordinary person, how can I compare to a rich second generation like you.
If I don't work for a day, my boss will fire me in a few days. I've had a mortgage on a house for thirty years, and I still have twenty-five years to pay off the mortgage."
Shen Fan randomly found a reason to refuse.
Although he is very curious, the boy who has been severely beaten by society has become an adult.
There is no willfulness in the adult world.
Even curiosity is hard to tolerate.
"Tsk, boring."
Yongwei smoked and drank sullenly.
Shen Fan looked at his phone and saw that it was already half past two in the morning.
After he said hello to Yong Wei, the two worried people said goodbye.
When he finally walked out of the bar, Shen Fan turned his head unexpectedly and took one last look at Yong Wei.
Yongwei was still drinking with his head turned to him.
At this moment, Shen Fan had no idea that it would be a month later when he saw Yong Wei again.
That day, it was also midnight.
The door of Shen Fan's house was knocked hard.
The hysterical knocking sound with all his strength woke Shen Fan up from his sleep.
Shen Fan yawned, put on some clothes, walked to the living room suspiciously, and lit up the electronic peephole.
Then he saw Yong Wei, who was unshaven and in a mess.
"Why are you acting like this? How many days have you not showered?"
Shen Fan scratched his head and subconsciously opened the door.
Yong Wei was trembling all over. He seemed frightened. He stuttered and repeated several unrelated syllables.
Shen Fan put Yongwei into his home, and even though he was sitting on the sofa, Yongwei was still trembling.
Although he looked quite thickly dressed, he felt so cold for some reason.
Yong Wei's mouth kept blowing white air, and the moment he came in, the temperature of the entire living room seemed to drop.
Shen Fan froze.
Without thinking much, he stood up and prepared to pour Yongwei a cup of hot water.
But the moment he turned around, Shen Fan suddenly stopped.
Something is not quite right!
A sense of dissonance enveloped Shen Fan.
After being stunned for a moment, he finally understood what the sense of disobedience that was swarming in his heart was.
Weird, how did Yongwei know that he lived here?
To be honest, Shen Fan is a lonely person.
Even his parents don't know the specific address of his home.
But where did Yongwei find out where he lived?
Thinking of this, Shen Fan felt chilled in his heart.
He pretended not to care and tried to control his expression, but in fact he was already horrified and his spine was running cold.
As he turned around, he asked: "Yongwei, where did you get my address?
I remember that no one should know..."
When he turned around completely, in the middle of his sentence, he could no longer say the rest of the sentence.
Yong Wei, who was sitting on the sofa just now, disappeared without knowing when.
It was as if no one had ever sat on that little sofa.
If it weren't for the warmth of the water cup in his hand, Shen Fan would even feel like he was sleepwalking.
Where did Yongwei go?
He left by himself.
No, it's impossible.
How could it be possible that in the blink of an eye when he turned around, a living person left without his knowledge, without even making a sound from the door?
Shen Fan's mind was filled with doubts, but when his eyes moved to the surface of the sofa, unconcealable fear appeared on his expression.
There was indeed someone else in this room not long ago.
Because on the cushions of my sofa, there were traces of someone sitting down.
That trace is a human-shaped piece of red dirt.
These red dirt were like pairs of filthy palms, imprinted viciously on the cloth, and eventually carved into the shape of a human being.
Shen Fan shuddered, and the bloody fingerprints on the sofa dragged his memory back to the memory he didn't dare to touch that night in the third grade of junior high school.
He had seen this bloody handprint before.
Fourteen years ago at night, she appeared in front of him and Wen Ying.
Tonight, it's Yong Wei...
Something's wrong!
Something's wrong!
Something's wrong!
Shen Fan felt that his brain was in chaos. He hurriedly dug out the contact book of his classmates from junior high school and found Yongwei's home phone number.
Chapter completed!