The white moonlight seeped into the dark room through the hazy gray curtains.
Suddenly, the phone rang rapidly, vibrating with a buzzing sound, and the phone vibrated back and forth on the bed table.
One hand reluctantly poked out from the warm bed, groping back and forth in the direction of the ringtone. Finally, he found the phone, grabbed it, and withdrew his hand with the phone like lightning.
Bed.
"Hello...I'm Ling Fan...Who are you looking for?" Ling Fan, who was heavily sleepy, barely opened one eye and pressed the green connect button.
"Xiaofan, I'm brother!" A low, nervous and seemingly distant voice came from the other end of the phone.
As soon as he heard his brother's voice, Ling Fan immediately sobered up. He kicked the quilt away, sat up and shouted happily: "Brother, please call me at this time. You don't mean you can only call me on Sundays."
Phone?"
Ling Fan's parents died of illness when he was still very young. He was raised by his brother Ling Feng, so to Ling Fan, Ling Feng was not only his brother, but also his father and mother.
"Xiao Fan" the deep voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said as if it was a final farewell: "Brother, you don't have much time, you have to take good care of yourself in the future..."
"Brother, what are you talking about...Hello...Hello..." Ling Feng on the other end of the phone suddenly hung up the phone. The beeping blind speaker sounded in the dark room, with only the pale moonlight shining in the darkness.
Flashes of light flashed on the floor, the clock was ticking, and Ling Fan felt his heart suddenly tighten every time he walked. Ling Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, scratching the back of his head with his hands, muttering to himself about what happened to his brother.
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The next day, Ling Fan got up from bed early and ran to the breakfast stall to buy a cup of soy milk. Ling Fan is now a senior in high school, so he has to go to class early every day to study. His brother Ling Feng is the one he respects the most.
Idol, he wants to follow his brother's example and be admitted to a famous medical school and become an equally outstanding forensic doctor.
The familiar cell phone ringtone rang from Ling Fan's pocket again.
"Hello, I'm Ling Fan, who are you?" Ling Fan put the phone to his ear and asked.
"Hello, I'm the police. Please come to Ling Feng's apartment. Ling Feng is dead." The person on the phone spoke coldly, without any emotion, and then hung up immediately with a beep.
With a bang, the snow-white soy milk fell to the ground from between the fingers, splashing with jade-like bean blossoms. The milk-white soy milk flowed out along the edge of the paper cup, combining with the blue slate.
, seeping into the gaps.
Apartment rented by Ling Feng.
The furnishings in the house are still there as before, the pot of fragrant orchids still exudes a faint fragrance, and the dove clock on the wall is still ticking from time to time. The only difference is that
There is a long piece of white cloth placed in the center of the room. Under the white cloth, a person's body is faintly visible. Perhaps we can say it is a corpse.
Ling Fan's hands were trembling, his feet were trembling, his eyes were red, and he was holding back the tears to prevent them from falling, because once they fell, it meant that it was really his brother under the white cloth. At this time, Ling Fan was still hugging him
With a trace of luck, he really hoped that the police had made a mistake. Under the white cloth, there was just a person who looked very similar to his brother Ling Feng, but it was definitely not Ling Feng.
A tall and burly middle-aged man wearing a blue and black police uniform stood in front of Ling Fan: "Are you Ling Feng's younger brother Ling Fan?"
Ling Fan bit his lips and nodded.
"Go see your brother for the last time." The man moved his burly body out of the way, and a piece of white cloth appeared in front of Ling Fan again.
However, Ling Fan did not rush towards Bai Bu. Instead, he grabbed the male detective by the collar and shouted: "Tell me quickly! He is not my brother! You made a mistake!"
The male detective had a sad look on his face: "I don't want him to be Ling Feng, but the truth cannot be deceived. Ling Feng is dead."
Ling Fan pushed Fang Yi away, pointed at him and shouted loudly: "You are all idiots! You can't even recognize that this person is not my brother, why do you think you are a policeman?!" Ling Fan strode forward as he spoke.
In front of the white cloth, he opened the white cloth with trembling hands. The familiar clean hairstyle, handsome face, and the bright smile showing at the corner of his mouth, everything truly told Ling Fan - he was Ling Feng!
"Brother!!" Ling Fan threw himself on Ling Feng's body and cried bitterly.
Suddenly, Ling Fan raised his hands, grabbed Ling Feng's collar, shook it violently, and shouted: "Ling Feng! Get up! How long are you going to lie down!!"
Fang Yi winked at the two policemen beside the door, signaling them to move Ling Feng's body away quickly.
"Don't move!! None of you can touch my brother, he just fell asleep, he will wake up again!!" Ling Fan opened his arms to protect Ling Feng's body, and his eyes suddenly shot out a terrifying light.
The two policemen who had just come over to move the body were stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Yi at a loss.
"Ling Fan! Calm down!!" Fang Yi grabbed Ling Fan's collar with one hand, pulled him away, pushed him down against the wall, gritted his teeth and roared: "Don't you think we are not sad?
?!He is also our brother! But the reality cannot be changed, Ling Feng is dead!!"
Ling Fan raised his head feebly, and two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down his cheeks: "Why? How did my brother die?"
Fang Yi hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Death without symptoms!"
"Fart!! What is asymptomatic death!? If my brother is still alive now, he will definitely be able to find out the cause of death!!" Ling Fan roared excitedly.
"Boss, the scene has been surveyed... We can withdraw." A policeman with a crew cut came over and reported.
"I know." Fang Yi loosened his grip on Ling Fan, turned around and strode towards the door. Just as he was about to walk towards the door, Fang Yi stopped, turned around and looked at Ling Fan with concern.
: "Our police will be responsible for investigating Ling Feng's death. Please don't be too sad."
Ling Fan's body slid down slowly against the wall, his eyes looking at everything in the apartment blankly. Nothing here had changed, and the furniture layout was the same as what he had seen. The only difference was that Ling Fan
The eye-catching white 'field trace fixed line' on the table where Feng often writes at the desk. Ling Fan stood up and walked slowly to the table, sat on the familiar chair, and leaned his body on the table against the white line.
On the table, it was obvious that Ling Feng died peacefully while lying on the table.
A circle of snow-white human-shaped lines drawn with lime was the last trace left by his brother's life in this world. It clearly recorded his true appearance at that time. Ling Fan looked at other things on the table.
A pen holder, several books neatly stacked aside, and two photo frames standing next to it, one is a photo of Ling Fan, Ling Feng and grandma, and the other is a photo of a beautiful woman, her name is Liu
Xue'er was Ling Feng's girlfriend when he was in medical school, but they suddenly broke up on the day of graduation. The reason was unknown. Although Ling Feng proposed the breakup, Ling Feng became taciturn from then on, and then the two of them gradually...
The contact was cut off. Maybe it was because Ling Feng had always pretended to be Lin Xueer in his heart and had never been able to let go of her. For this reason, his friends introduced several girlfriends to him, but he sternly rejected them all.
On one side of the table, a half-lined drawer was exposed, which caught Ling Fan's eyes. He gently pulled it open, and suddenly felt that everything was scattered in front of him. Ling Fan couldn't help but frown, his brother Ling Feng was a man with a lot of knowledge.
A person with mysophobia would not let his things be so messy. Ling Fan's nose felt sour, thinking that if Ling Feng was alive, he would not want his drawers to be so messy, so Ling Fan took the drawers out of the table
He came out and put it on the table. Ling Fan carefully took out the items inside, such as mobile phone chains, tape, coins, erasers, small daggers, etc. one by one.
Suddenly Ling Fan was stunned for a moment. He once again put his hand on a black rubber-like thing at the bottom of the drawer and pulled it up hard, but the rubber didn't move at all as if it was growing on the bottom of the drawer.
Ling Fan felt a little strange, so he turned over the drawer and banged the drawer on the table. He heard a thud, and the bottom of the drawer and the eraser fell to the table. At the same time, what was even more surprising was that a black-covered memo also followed.
It fell over and fell to the table.
What is this? Ling Fan picked up the black memo curiously and saw that its cover was black, and the black color revealed something indescribably weird.
With his unique sixth sense, Ling Fan felt that the black memo in his hand must be closely related to the death of his brother Ling Feng. What made Ling Fan even more uneasy was that he always felt that someone in this room was someone.
There are pairs of eyes staring at you everywhere.
Ling Fan looked at the black memo carefully, stretched out two fingers to pinch a corner of the cover, and slowly, just as he was about to open it, a sharp and harsh voice suddenly came out, Ling Fan's heart skipped a beat.
He jumped suddenly, pressed his fingers on the black cover, and pressed it tightly with both hands, as if the memo would open by itself as soon as he let go of his hands!
Suddenly, Ling Fan felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him directly in front of him. Although he knew it was daytime, his spine still felt uneasy. Ling Fan gritted his teeth and quickly raised his head, and a black streak appeared.
The figure quickly jumped over the railing outside the window!
Drops of cold sweat flowed down Ling Fan's forehead. He couldn't help but open his lips slightly, breathing lightly, his chest rising and falling, and he exclaimed in surprise: "It turns out to be a cat..."
Ling Fan lowered his head again and stared at the black memo that was pressed tightly with both hands. An indescribable strangeness emanated from the black memo, tempting Ling Fan to open it.
There was a loud crashing sound, and the curtains seemed to be suddenly pulled by someone, firmly covering the bright window. Ling Fan's heart was tightly grasped again, and he held the memo tightly with both hands.
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The sound of a ticking clock gradually amplified in Ling Fan's ears, like the sound of a person stepping on the floor step by step, and the floor also creaked.
Ling Fan tightly covered the memo on his chest, kept backing up, and pressed against the door panel of the room. His eyes looked around the room in horror: the dim light shone through the curtains on the eye-catching white line of the human figure.
In a daze, Ling Fan seemed to see the white line moving slightly, gradually crawling up from the table, lifting it, and then leaving the table, standing up like a human figure, swinging the white line arm, shaking
He staggered towards Ling Fan.
"Ah!!" Ling Fan screamed in horror, quickly turned around and opened the door, and then there was a sound of "dong dong dong dong" coming downstairs. The door that was thrown open by Ling Fan suddenly creaked, as if someone was pushing it.