Yingxuan habitually opened the calendar today again.

It has been one hundred days since that day.

Her current work unit is a large company responsible for advertising planning, and she works in the Creative Department. This company is also very famous in the city, and many advertising of famous brand products are planned by her.

But she didn't work here because of this. It was a matter of having to leave her original company. Since that day, she has hoped to change the environment. She can't forget the terrifying scene. In the end, not only did she choose to move, but she had to change her job.

She didn't know what she was afraid of, but she instinctively felt danger.

The newly moved in is completely incomparable to the previous residence. The location is not good, but the security is quite peaceful. Because the apartment prices are very cheap, rich people will not live here. Without high-income people who can be targeted, thieves or robbers will naturally not visit here.

However, even so, she was still worried and locked the door of her house in total.

When my parents from abroad called to greet her, they felt that she was too sensitive when they learned about her condition. But only she knew that it was not because of her nervousness. In fact, she felt that she had a strong premonition of danger since she was a child. Once, when she was a child, a friend invited her to watch a movie, which was an American blockbuster that she had always been looking forward to, but she refused for some reason, just because she had some unknown premonition. As a result, the cinema caught fire that day, and all her friends were buried in the fire, and none of them survived.

There are many similar examples in her growth process. She began to become more and more convinced of her premonition, but this time, she would rather think that she was nervous.

However, the letter in her hand at this moment made her realize that her vigilance was not groundless.

The person who sent the letter was Lin Yanchen, a colleague from her past company.

The letter was not long, just a message was conveyed to her.

Zuo Xin is dead.

The colleague who had the best relationship with her in the past died.

Moreover, she was killed. The place where she sank her body was on the rooftop of the apartment where she lived, and the first person she found was Yanchen. The cause of death was that the throat was cut off and she died of heavy bleeding. Zuo Xin's memorial service was held at 7 o'clock tomorrow, and Yanchen wrote a letter to invite her to attend the memorial service.

Perhaps, I feel that writing letters is more formal, so I replaced making phone calls and sending emails. It really looks like Yanchen's personality.

Maybe it would be strange to say this, but Yingxuan doesn't want to go.

This is the second time.

The feeling of sorrow never arises, and all she feels is fear. She crumpled the letter paper into a ball, hugged her shoulders with her hands, and leaned her head against the wall.

She has known Zuo Xin for three years. They met when they first went to the company to apply for a job together. They were originally tense competitors, but after becoming colleagues, they were separated in the same department and gradually became good friends. In today's society, she is also very clear about the sinisterness of the workplace, so it is really not easy to be able to maintain a deep relationship with colleagues. And the two of them always have a good relationship.

But she died so much...

The letter also said that although the fatal injury was the cut of the throat, there were countless knife wounds everywhere in the body before that. The murderer's method of committing the crime was extremely cruel and outrageous.

During these days, she had always deliberately not read newspapers and news, so she knew nothing about this case.

She knew who killed Zuo Xin. Although there was no evidence, she knew who it was. This matter would indeed not end.

The next day, it seemed to be in order to match such a sad atmosphere, even the sky started to rain heavily.

In the memorial service venue, everyone was dressed in black, and in front of Xiaoxin's portrait, her parents were already crying. A man was squatting in the corner of the venue. Pushing the lid open, his hands trembled slightly and lit the cigarette he was holding with a lighter.

His hair looked messy, his eyes were full of haggardness, his clothes were not buttoned, and his tie was skewed.

"Your image is really bad, right? Yanchen?"

Yingxuan put down her bag, squatted in front of him and asked, "Tell me. What happened?"

Yan Chen spit out a sip of smoke and replied with confused eyes: "Maybe I could have stopped it. Today, it's exactly one hundred days."

"Why say that? You said you could have stopped it?"

"After you resigned, Xiaoxin and Zhumian, I worked in the company as usual. But gradually, I began to find that something was wrong with Xiaoxin."

"What? Something is wrong? What are you referring to?"

"Her face became worse and worse, and she often screamed for no reason. Her mother said that during the days before she was killed, she couldn't eat almost every day, and even if she asked her, she didn't say anything. On the day of the accident, I was originally staying at her house, trying to persuade her and ask her about her concerns. But suddenly she yelled hysterically, and then rushed out. Then I saw her getting on the elevator and reaching the top floor. I was worried that something would happen to her, so I ran down the stairs to the top floor... Then, I heard her scream again, and ran to the rooftop and saw that she had fallen down with blood..."

After hearing what he said, Yingxuan's face became worse and worse.

"You...what do you mean?"

"I think you should understand, right? What does this mean."

If you immediately run to the rooftop when you hear the scream and then find the body, then... there will be a huge contradiction.

Why didn't Yanchen find the murderer?

"I can't figure it out. At that time, I had already reached the top floor and suddenly heard a few extremely terrifying screams. When the locking came from the rooftop and was about to go up, the screams had just stopped. Not to mention the murderer, I didn't see anyone in the corridor."

"When you arrive at the rooftop, will Xiaoxin be dead?"

"Yes... When she saw her bleeding volume, everyone knew that she was definitely dead. It can be said that the murderer must have had a lot of blood on his body, and the police could not find a witness around the apartment, and saw a similar person."

Then...isn't that very similar to that time?

The only difference is...

Yingxuan looked at Xiaoxin's mother who was crying in the center of the venue, and she was almost fainting. She didn't know how to comfort her.

"I can't do anything. If I hadn't had the motive to kill Xiaoxin, the police would have doubted me. Yingxuan, do you think the person who killed Xiaoxin and the person who killed Fujitsu were the same?"

"this……"

"Look!"

Runli threw the newspaper in front of Ajing in anger and shouted in high decibel volume: "A girl who is still so young is dead like this. This is all because you said you would not interfere with the premonition for the time being! Her age is similar to mine, and she has a great future! Moreover, she died so miserably..."

Ajing picked up the newspaper and browsed it roughly, sighed and said, "There is nothing we can do about it. Even if we intervene, she may not be able to survive."

"But maybe she can survive! At least you and your brother should notify her! No matter what method is used, it's fine! The woman named Fan Tengyue who died before this was killed by a ghost, right? These two people are from the same company and both died on the date I had foreseeed. Don't tell me it's a coincidence!"

"I'm just wondering how you knew that Zuo Xin's death was not artificial, and I thought it was Runan's telling you, it turned out that you had speculated."

"This is not that problem... Also, do you and your brother still have no clues about that psychic? If you drag on like this, I don't know how many people will die!"

Ajing's slender nails wandered lightly on the table and replied calmly: "It's okay. I have a way to find her. People with that physique will definitely die around them than my father's back then. Since such a large amount of criminal cases filtered over the years is enough."

"Huh?" Runli asked inexplicably: "Why do people with supernatural constitutions keep dying?"

"You don't need to know this."

At this moment, Runli suddenly understood something and hurriedly grabbed Ajing's hand and asked, "Is this the real purpose of our parents asking us to escape and no longer contact any relatives? Because those who have relationships with us will die? Did the parents die because of this? I felt strange back then. Even if the messages about the three claw marks were left in their parents' diary, my brother's determination was too firm and he did not care about the city he was originally in... Could it be that my parents left that part of the content in their diary, but my brother tore off the page containing that part of the content?"

"You go and ask your brother, how could I know?"

"Tell me! Mom and Dad will die. Is it related to our supernatural constitution?"

"Of course it has nothing to do with you."

A Jing shook Runli's hand, rubbed it a few times, and said, "It hurts very much... I didn't expect that your hand is still full. You two have not even changed your pupils, and your supernatural abilities are completely in a state of latent, so before you become an adult, it will not cause death to those around you... It is estimated that your parents' death is because one of them has a supernatural constitution, but like you, because their supernatural abilities are at a low level, so your pupils have not changed color. However, even those with unchanged supernatural abilities will gradually wake up after they become adults under some external factors. Your parents probably have just awakened their abilities and caused those things."

"Can you cause disaster if you have supernatural constitutions?"

"Well... you don't have to think too deeply... This is also a problem of probability. First of all, I promise you that your parents' death has nothing to do with you and your brother..."

However, Runli's expression was still full of pain.

"But... can we be 100% sure? Although we were underage when our parents died, we were about to enter adulthood. What if our abilities began to awaken at that time? Didn't we have premonition shortly after our parents died? Isn't that the case?"

"What do you want to prove?" A Jing's face gradually became unhappy.

"Um?"

Ajing folded the newspaper on the table and said, "Your thoughts are meaningless at all. No matter what your parents died, nothing can be changed. What matters is the future!"

Runli's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"I...If this is the case, can't I make friends with anyone anymore? I can't even fall in love with anyone in the future, otherwise I will kill the other person? Will my supernatural abilities cause disaster?"

"I don't know. The future path depends on you to explore yourself. How to do it is up to you. If you have time to consider these issues, it is better to search for more information and find Wen Zimei as soon as possible to improve your brother's supernatural abilities."

"This is your new home?"

"Yes, because it is a second-hand house and the location is not very good, so the house price is not too expensive."

After Yanchen drove Yingxuan back to her house, Yingxuan insisted that he go up and sit. When he entered the living room, the simple furniture and the small area made Yanchen feel a little moved.

"What are you afraid of, right?"

Yingxuan did not answer, but chose to avoid the topic: "The same is true for you, right? For that scene, the scene of Tengyue's death... Until now, I can still clearly recall that scene, remember the clothes she wore at that time, remember the temperature of the room at that time, and even remember..."

"Enough! Stop talking, okay?"

Yanchen hugged his head, and he was obviously extremely uncomfortable with the topic. He shouted hysterically: "It's that guy. We all know. You, me, and Zhumian. Didn't we all see clearly at that time? He would kill us all, and not one left!"

Yes...he is right.
Chapter completed!