A psychiatrist named Zhang often visits the house. Every time she comes, her mother meets her in the study room on the second floor and does not allow anyone to go to the second floor. Whenever this happens, the whole house feels as quiet as death.
It was as if there was no one alive.
Zhou Song was reading alone in the living room downstairs. He was reading a math textbook. He returned to school a few days ago and found that he had missed many courses and could not keep up with the teacher's progress. He did not want to tell anyone about this.
He didn't want to be tutored by any extracurricular teachers, so he secretly made up lessons at home. He watched from 12 noon to 3 pm. Unknowingly, more than three hours had passed. He raised his head and glanced towards the second floor.
, this time the mother and Dr. Zhang talked much longer than usual. Usually Dr. Zhang only stays for about an hour every time he comes, but today she has been staying for more than three hours.
Zhou Song doesn't like Dr. Zhang because Dr. Zhang is always very serious. Every time she sees Dr. Zhang, she wears a suit and skirt, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, her hair is meticulously tied back, and her face has a strong line.
Her long face makes her look like a man, while her voice is rough and low, more like a man's.
Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door upstairs, and then the sound of high heels on the floor came from far to near. Dr. Zhang came down from upstairs carrying a black handbag. Zhou Song looked at her, she always looked like a
With a cold and serious expression, her hard-line face now showed emotions that she had never seen before; she seemed a little at a loss and a little uneasy.
She walked to the living room on the first floor and saw Zhou Song sitting on the carpet with his back against the sofa, reading a book. After a moment of hesitation, she walked over to Zhou Song, knelt down and looked at Zhou Song.
Zhou Song ignored her, but her sight made him very uncomfortable, and he turned to avoid her warily.
"Are you an older brother or a younger brother?"
Zhou Song heard her asking him this question, and her rough voice was annoying. He didn't answer, and deliberately opened a page of the book with force, trying to expel her.
She stared at Zhou Song for a while: "I recognize you, you are my younger brother."
Zhou Song hated her so much that he picked up the book and stood up to leave. But she was still talking: "Come with me."
Zhou Song stopped and turned around in surprise: "What did you say?"
She said: "Your mother is not feeling well these days and has no energy to take care of you. How about you come home with me for a few days?" She forced a stiff smile on her face and said, "I have a daughter who can keep you company.
, I also have a cat at home——"
Before she finished speaking, Zhou Song heard his mother's voice coming from upstairs: "Doctor Zhang, is there anything else?"
Zhou Song raised his head and saw Zhou Han standing by the corridor on the second floor, holding the guardrail with both hands, looking at them.
Doctor Zhang looked nervous: "I was chatting with a child, and he said he wanted to go to my house to see my cat. Can I take him out to play for a few days? It just so happens that you can have a good rest."
Zhou Han lowered his head and looked at Zhou Song. His long hair fell from her cheeks, covering most of her beautiful and thin face, and her expression could not be seen: "Songsong, do you want to go?"
Zhou Song shook his head without thinking.
When Dr. Zhang saw this, he seemed very disappointed and left immediately.
After Dr. Zhang left, Zhou Han went back to the bedroom, and the whole house became extremely silent again; Zhou Song continued to read in the living room on the first floor, but was absent-minded. Dr. Zhang's strange behavior just now has been bothering him, and he doesn't know why Dr. Zhang behaved like this.
She suddenly invited him to stay at her home. He was puzzled at the time, and it was not until a week later that he realized that Dr. Zhang wanted to save him.
That day was Friday, around five o'clock in the evening. Zhou Han rarely went to school to pick him up from school, and also took him to the suburbs of Changfeng Valley to spend the weekend. He was surprised and very happy. Since Chi Chenguang's accident, they had not gone there again.
I went to a villa in Changfeng Valley for vacation. It is said that the place was sealed off by the police for a long time. Although it was later unblocked, it became a notorious haunted house with no human habitation and no grass growing around it.
Returning to this villa, the door of the villa is covered with wild green vines and cobwebs, and the yard is overgrown with weeds. The beautiful flower garden no longer exists, leaving only a few dug holes. Through the desolate courtyard, we reach the house.
Inside, all the furniture was covered with a layer of white cloth, and there was a lot of dust floating in the air.
Zhou Song walked to the familiar living room and sat on a small single sofa separated by a layer of white cloth. It was his favorite seat and he always sat there before.
"Mom, how many days will we stay?" he asked happily.
The weather was very good, and the bright sunshine shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor. Zhou Han stood in front of the window. The sunshine was like a magnificent flower blooming behind her, and her whole body was exuding a bright mist. She walked slowly
He went to Zhou Song's side and held Zhou Song in his arms without saying a word.
It has been more than a year since Chi Chenguang died. During this period, Zhou Han had never been close to him, let alone hugged him. Zhou Song was held in her arms, first in disbelief, and then flattered. Even if Zhou Han
The hug was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't bear to push Zhou Han away. He gradually fell asleep in his mother's arms. He didn't know how long he slept, and was awakened by a burning sensation like a fire in the middle of the night.
He opened his eyes and saw overwhelming flames. Almost all the furniture was on fire. He woke up with horror and found that the sofa he was lying on was also engulfed in flames. He was surrounded by heavy fires, but the fires did not burn him at all. He
I just felt extremely hot.
"mom!"
He jumped up and looked for Zhou Han, but all he could see was a sea of fire, with no sign of Zhou Han.
There was a loud bang, and the one-meter-wide crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling. It hit the ground and shattered into pieces. The wreckage was instantly engulfed in flames. He ran out quickly, but found that the door was locked and could not be opened. He ran again
When I got to the floor-to-ceiling window, I saw a woman wearing a green floral French dress with long hair sitting on the veranda outside the window. That was Zhou Han. With her back to the glass window, she didn't seem to notice that there was a fire in the house, and just kept silent.
I looked at the yard, and there was a fire in the yard. The messy weeds burst into flames, and the whole house turned into a huge fireball. The night sky was burned as red as blood...
"Mother!"
He slapped the window desperately, but Zhou Han still refused to look back.
Suddenly, he saw something moving under the sofa where he had just been lying; the sofa was still covered with a white sheet, and something was covered under the burning sheet. It looked like a cat or a dog, but the sheet was lifted.
When he opened the door, a little boy of his age rolled out from the sofa.
The boy's whole body had been scorched black by the fire, and his facial features were sticky and bloody. He stumbled towards Zhou Song with his hands outstretched, as if asking for help: "Zhou Song, Zhou Song——"
"Zhou Song? Zhou Song!"
When Zhou Song heard his name, he suddenly woke up and found himself lying on the living room floor, clammy and cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Qin Xiao was also soaked all over, kneeling beside him and patting his face: "Wake up, can you see me?"
Zhou Song felt weak all over. He lay down for a while and gathered strength before slowly sitting up. He looked blankly at the large water stains on the floor: "...What happened?"
Qin Xiao: "You scared me to death! Just now you said you were on fire, so you ran to the bathroom and flushed and fainted!"
Zhou Song sat in silence for a long time, thinking carefully, but his mind went blank. The last memory he had was that he habitually turned on the aromatherapy lamp before going to bed. It seemed that the next second he turned on the aromatherapy lamp, he was dragged into an endless black sleep.
Qin Xiao helped him stand up, let him sit on a chair in the dining room, poured him a cup of hot water, and asked with concern: "Is there any cold medicine at home? I'll make a pack for you."
Zhou Song shook his head, holding the tea cup in confusion. After a while, he realized that Qin Xiao had been standing in front of him, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Song asked.
Qin Xiao said cautiously: "Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Zhou Song: "...Did I say anything?"
Qin Xiao nodded: "You said a lot."
Zhou Song: "What did I say?"
Qin Xiao stopped talking and looked away.
Zhou Song looked at him lightly: "It doesn't matter, I want to know."
Qin Xiao whispered: "You said you are not Zhou Song, you are Zhou Chen."
He couldn't bear to look at Zhou Song's face, so after saying that, he went to the kitchen, rummaged in the cupboard for cold cold spirit, and he actually found a box of cold cold spirit. He brewed a pack of cold cold spirit and brought it to the restaurant, and found Zhou Song's
His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of fear, as if he had received some kind of severe stimulation.
"Are you okay? Did you fall somewhere just now? Take a walk, change your clothes, and I'll take you to the hospital."
Qin Xiao wanted to take him to the bedroom to change clothes, but Zhou Song gently pushed him away and said, "I'm fine. You can go back. I want to rest."
Zhou Song returned to the bedroom and closed the door. Qin Xiao stood helplessly in the living room for a while and left helplessly.
Zhou Song changed into clean clothes and looked at the time. It was now three o'clock in the morning, and there was still a long time before dawn. He lay on the bed, with his eyes open in a trance, thinking over and over again about the dream he had just had - no, it was not a dream, it was
His memories were his true memories. He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, he returned to the burning villa. The fire surrounded him like tarsal flies, as if the whole world was on fire.
, the flames ran out of this bedroom and swallowed up the entire city, the entire sky, the entire universe bit by bit...
He didn't dare to sleep anymore, not only because he was worried about dreaming about the fire again, but also because he was afraid of being possessed by ghosts, so he had to lie in bed with his eyes open until the first ray of morning light came through the cracks in the curtains. At dawn, he let go of his heart.
Falling asleep with heavy fear.
After sleeping until noon, he woke up and sent a message to Liang Xie, lying that he was not feeling well and that he would take leave today. Then he got up, washed up, changed his clothes and went out. He walked out of the gate of the community and stood in front of people and cars.
He stood quietly on the roadside for a while, and then hailed a taxi. The taxi drove up and down the road for more than ten minutes. When he arrived at his destination, he paid and got out of the car, and saw a tall, dusty building.
Only then did I find myself at the Public Security Bureau.
From the time he left home until now, he has been distracted and distracted, as if he was sleepwalking. He can't even remember what he said to the driver in the taxi. At this time, he was sent to the Public Security Bureau. He was also surprised. There were cool breezes on both sides of the door of the Public Security Bureau.
There were several long wooden benches built on the side of the road. He sat down on the bench, covered by the thick shade and blown by the cool breeze. The clutter in his heart was blown away little by little, and he found a rare peace.
People came and went from time to time at the gate of the Public Security Bureau, all of them policemen in plainclothes. Zhou Song was immersed in his own quiet world and didn't notice anyone else. It wasn't until a little boy slid past him on a skateboard that he returned to the bustling traffic.
In the noisy real world, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards this side. The target seemed to be the bench he was sitting on. He stood up, gave up the chair, and walked forward in the opposite direction to the Public Security Bureau.
He hadn't taken two steps when the person who stole his chair asked, "Where are you going?"
Zhou Song turned around and realized that the person coming was Han Feilu.
Han Feilu sat on the chair and raised his hand towards him. Zhou Song hesitated for a moment, then turned back and sat next to him.
Han Feilu habitually put his arms across the back of the chair, crossed his legs and turned to look at Zhou Song, asking: "Have you brought your mobile phone?"
Zhou Song nodded.
Han Feilu: "Take it out and have a look."
Zhou Song took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and saw that Han Feilu had called him three times and sent five messages half an hour ago. He had just gotten off the taxi and sat on this chair half an hour ago.
I was in a daze, my cell phone was on silent, and I put it in my trouser pocket. I didn't notice any calls or messages.
Han Feilu took out the cigarette case from the breast pocket of his coat, bit out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with one hand skillfully, and said: "I told you, you won't reply to my message for more than three minutes.
I suspected that you were dead. Do you still remember?"
Zhou Song nodded again.
Han Feilu took a drag on his cigarette, then pressed out a piece of ash: "Since you are living well, why don't you reply to the message or answer the phone?"
Zhou Song: "The phone is on silent, I didn't hear it ringing." After he finished explaining, he realized something was wrong, "Why are you calling me so many times?"
Han Feilu looked at him and said: "Qin Xiao called me just now and said something was not right with you. I called you but you didn't answer. I was about to call your secretary to ask about the situation, and someone under my command said
You sit at the door, and I'll come out and take a look."
Zhou Song understood. There were many police officers coming in and out just now. Someone among them recognized him and told Han Feilu.
Han Feilu asked again: "You came to see me?"
Zhou Song was stunned by the question. He didn't know if he came specifically to see Han Feilu, so he shook his head in confusion.
Han Feilu smiled softly: "Then what are you doing here? Report the crime or surrender?"
He was just joking, but he saw Zhou Song's face tightened instantly. Han Feilu's eyes darkened, and he guessed what Qin Xiao said on the phone; he pinched half of the cigarette in his hand
Duan threw it into the trash can, stood up and said, "Follow me."
Zhou Song sat still, nervous for no reason: "Where are you going?"
Han Feilu: "Go sit in my office for a while, drink some water and blow the air conditioner. This is not the place to talk."
He strode away, but Zhou Song still sat on the chair and hesitated. Han Feilu stopped when he reached the door, looked back at him sideways, and tilted his head towards the door.
Seeing this, Zhou Song immediately stood up and followed him.