It was already late at night and there were no pedestrians on the road.
The dim street lights illuminated the streets, which looked particularly desolate and deserted.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from a distance.
At the end of the line of sight, a middle-aged man in a black suit slowly walked over. The man was pushing a wheelchair. There was another person sitting in the wheelchair, wearing a down jacket.
This is very abnormal. In summer, even though it is night, there is absolutely no need to wear a down jacket.
The man has been walking along this riverside path for more than ten minutes, and nothing is out of the ordinary.
This person is none other than Zhao Youfu.
The person sitting in the wheelchair is his son, Zhao Weitian.
According to the agreement, Zhao Youfu brought his son to Yunhe Road. He wanted to know the truth of all this. He wanted to know why the other party treated him like this, including the fact that the strange disease his son had was probably caused by the other party.
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"Dad, I...what are we doing...what are we doing here?" Zhao Weitian said in a trembling voice.
Ever since he got that strange disease, his body has been abnormally cold, and his body temperature is no longer around 37 degrees Celsius like ordinary people.
It has been going on for several days, and this strange disease has tortured Zhao Wei so much that he would rather die.
"Treat the disease." Zhao Youfu said concisely and concisely.
"Treating diseases, there is no hospital here, how can we treat diseases?" Zhao Weitian looked confused.
Zhao Youfu did not answer, but took out his mobile phone and tried to call the number, but still did not get through.
He tried countless times during the day, but the call couldn't get through no matter what.
Zhao Youfu once suspected that this was a prank by others, but Zhao Youfu had to believe it because this might be his last chance. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he had to come here.
Zhao Youfu was about to take back his phone when he received a text message.
He glanced at it and then put the phone back into his pocket.
Then he continued to push his son forward.
After walking for a few more minutes, Zhao Youfu suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint fire ahead.
At first he thought it was because he was dazzled, but as he got closer, he saw more clearly that it was not dazzled, there was real fire.
Along the river, there is a breeze.
A figure dressed in white was facing away from them, burning paper money on the ground, and the breeze blew the ashes into the air.
The fire that Zhao Youfu saw was exactly what was emitted when paper money burned.
This scene is a bit scary.
At around 12 o'clock in the morning, it was quiet and deserted, and suddenly I saw someone burning paper money on the road ahead. Any normal person would unconsciously make some associations.
And if Zhao Youfu remembers correctly, today happens to be Qingming Festival.
"Dad, this...this is a person...is...a ghost!" Zhao Weitian also saw the scene of someone burning paper money in front of him, and said in a trembling voice. He didn't know why.
Either because of fear or because of the coldness of the body, or both.
Zhao Youfu's hand holding the handle of the wheelchair tightened slightly, and then he said firmly: "There are no ghosts in this world! They must be humans."
"Yes, it must be... it must be a human being!" Zhao Weitian also said, "Just... even if it is really a ghost, someone is still pretending to be a ghost!"
Zhao Youfu was just about to push his son back when a cold voice came.