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 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 whether it was because of fear, the coldness of his body, or both.
have.
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, there are still people who are pretending to be ghosts!"
Zhao Youfu was just about to push his son back when a cold voice came.
"You are here!"
Zhao Youfu and Zhao Weitian both turned pale and their legs trembled slightly.
The source of the sound was the person burning paper money in front of him.
I saw the man slowly getting up, then turning to look at Zhao Youfu and the other two.
Through the dim street lights, Zhao Youfu and the others could clearly see the faces of the people in front of them.
He is about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, dressed in white clothes, and has an indescribable temperament about him.
"It's you!" Zhao Weitian recognized Xu Qingyun. He still remembered meeting Xu Qingyun at the police station that day, but that was all he remembered.
Zhao Youfu looked at the young man in front of him. He felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.
"Do you still remember this place?" Xu Qingyun looked at the two of them and asked softly, with no emotion or anger in his tone.
Zhao Youfu did not answer, but asked: "Did you send a text message to ask me to come over?"
"It's me." Xu Qingyun did not deny it, but directly admitted it.
"Who are you? Why are you targeting me!" Zhao Youfu stared at Xu Qingyun with his eyes and asked in a deep voice.
Xu Qingyun did not answer this time, but continued to ask the same question: "Do you still remember this place? Zhao Youfu, Zhao Weitian."
"It seems that you don't remember, so let me help you recall it and tell me a story." Xu Qingyun said lightly.
"Three years ago today, during the Qingming Festival, it was also during this time that an ordinary father finished his mechanical maintenance work on the factory production line. As usual, he walked home along the riverside..."
"But at this moment, a blue Ferrari sports car sped from a distance at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour and hit this ordinary father."
"The car owner did not choose to call the police or ambulance immediately. He drove away in the sports car as if nothing had happened. That ordinary father had lost his life after being discovered by others."
"The owner of the car has a powerful family. After a lot of manipulation, he was not sentenced. After paying tens of thousands of yuan to the deceased's family, he is still at ease, as if nothing happened."
"This father has an ordinary son. He knows that things are not that simple. He does not accept this sentence. He wants to avenge his dead father, but what can he, a little high school student, do? He goes to the police station.
He went to the court to make a fuss, and he tried to gain public support online. Just when he was about to succeed, a group of extremely vicious gangsters suddenly rushed out and killed him!"
"In fact, as early as when the boy started taking action, he received many threatening phone calls and threatening letters, but the boy did not give up avenging his dead father because of fear."
"Everyone thought the boy was dead, but he was not."
"Okay, the story is over, have you remembered it?" Xu Qingyun looked at Zhao Youfu and his son with a faint smile on his face.
But in the eyes of Zhao Youfu and the two of them, that smile looked like a devil's grin.
In fact, as early as when Xu Qingyun was halfway through speaking, Zhao Youfu and Zhao Weitian had already remembered everything.
And he finally knew who the boy in front of him was?
He is Xu Qingyun.
Zhao Youfu didn't expect that he was not dead.
Three years have passed and he is back again.
At this moment, Zhao Youfu understood many things.
Xu Qingyun came to take revenge on them. The company, his son, and everything tonight were all carefully planned by him.
"Xu Qingyun, what do you want? Your father's death was an accident, we can't be blamed for it!" Zhao Weitian looked at Xu Qingyun and said.
"Accident? Can't blame you?"
"Hahaha!"
Xu Qingyun burst out laughing when he heard this, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.