"Come here quickly, I don't have much time..." The man coughed.
Meng Xiaoan saw the man's face clearly. He had a rough face and a tall build. He was wearing a black shirt. The clothes were stained with red liquid. It must not be blood. Meng Xiaoan was a little scared and did not dare to go over.
"Little brother, come here, I have something to say to you..." Seeing Meng Xiaoan standing timidly not far away, the man was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The pain in his chest became more and more obvious. If this continues, he will die.
He was confused and said, "You...if you don't come here, I won't let you go as a ghost." He had no choice but to scare Meng Xiaoan.
As expected, Meng Xiaoan couldn't stand the scare and immediately said: "Hey, don't come to me, why don't I come over?" He almost moved his steps and came to the front of this man.
"What are you going to do?" Meng Xiaoan suddenly screamed in fear. The man grabbed his hand, and Meng Xiaoan felt that his hand was about to break.
"Take this ring and go to the Tang Dynasty Nightclub on Xihua Street to find a man named Lion King and tell him..." The man's mouth was wide and he could only breathe, "He...he..." His eyes widened and his head shook.
Crooked, no sound.
"You..." Meng Xiaoan put her hand under his nose. He ran out of breath and took three steps back. He's dead. He's dead? He didn't kill him. He didn't kill him. Meng Xiaoan lowered his head and looked at his own.
There is a colorful ring on the palm, with lifelike butterflies carved on it.
Suddenly a siren sounded outside.
Meng Xiaoan subconsciously ran to his home. He ran home as fast as he could, closed the door, and locked it. Meng Xiaoan felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
"I didn't kill him," Meng Xiaoan kept saying.
"Xiao An, Xiao An, open the door, why are you locking the door?" Mother's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Meng Xiaoan quickly left his room and opened the door.
"Xiao An, what are you doing in there?" Meng's mother asked Xiao An. Meng Xiaoan's father's name is Meng Hao. Although he is almost fifty years old, he maintains a good figure because of regular exercise. There is no gray hair.
"Mom, what did you see when you came back?" Meng Xiaoan asked.
Mother Meng looked at Xiao An strangely: "Xiao An, have you played too many games? I didn't see anything when I came back."
Meng Hao also glanced at Xiao An strangely. He knew that Xiao An liked to play games. Could it be that he was hallucinating: "Xiao An, don't play so many games. You are in high school. Remember to study."
Wasn't there a police car just now? Meng Xiaoan found it incredible that neither mother nor father saw it.
"Mom, nothing happened downstairs?"
"what happened?"
Meng Xiaoan touched his nose, strange thing, is this my hallucination? He returned to his room, opened the drawer, and the ring engraved with a butterfly was still there. This proves that it is not an hallucination?
"Xiao An, where is your sister?" Meng's mother asked.
"Oh, sister said she would come back later." Meng Xiaoan touched the ring. The man seemed to have told him to go to the Tang Dynasty Nightclub on Xihua Street to find a lion man?
I won’t go. This ring seems to be well-made. Meng Xiaoan wants to confiscate it. Anyway, it was given to him by that man, and he didn’t tell him to give it to the lion tomorrow?
"Remember to find the lion..." A voice suddenly sounded in Meng Xiaoan's heart.
"Who?" Meng Xiaoan shouted in fright.
"Xiao An, are you sick?" Mother Meng came in and touched Xiao An's forehead. It was normal.
"Mom, it's okay, I'm okay." Meng Xiao'an said, "Maybe I'm too tired from playing games. I'm going to bed. You can have dinner. Good night, mom."
"Then you have to sleep well and go to class tomorrow."
Meng Xiaoan climbed into bed, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep soon.
"Xiao An, get up and go to class." Mother Meng woke up Xiao An.
"Well, get up right away." Meng Xiaoan actually didn't sleep all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that man's face, haunting Xiaoan like a ghost. Xiaoan came out after washing up.
"Where's my sister?"
"She stayed at school and hasn't come back yet," Meng's mother said.
"Sister didn't come back?" Meng Xiaoan was unhappy and not in the mood to have breakfast, so he took a sip of water and said he was going to class. As soon as Meng Xiaoan went down to the first floor, he saw his sister Meng Xue. There was a very handsome boy beside her.
Slender figure, very decent clothes.
"Xiao An, have you had breakfast?" Meng Xue also saw Xiao An and asked with a smile, "I'm sorry, my sister came back late and can't help you make breakfast. Can I take you to eat?"
"Sister, who is he?" Meng Xiaoan looked at the boy with hostile eyes.
"He is my senior Guan Xin." Meng Xue introduced, "He sent me back. The car was parked outside." Meng Xiaoan took a look and saw that there was actually a black car parked not far away.
"Hello, you are Meng Xue's younger brother. Your sister often talks about you in front of me." Guan Xin smiled.
Meng Xiaoan quickly pulled her sister aside and looked at her strangely: "Sister, are you spending the whole night with him?" Meng Xiaoan felt as if something had stabbed her heart, and she just felt uncomfortable.
Meng Xue knew that Xiao An was thinking wrongly and laughed: "No, I'm sleeping in the dormitory with my sisters. I was with him just this morning."
Meng Xiaoan was overjoyed. This is a good sister.
"Sister, I'm not going to have breakfast. I'm going to class."
"Guan Xin, can you send my brother to school?"
"Okay, by the way, I happen to be going home too."
"Then I'll go up first." Meng Xue said, "Xiao An, you take his car to class."
Meng Xiaoan originally didn't want to take his car, but after thinking about it, he had some questions to ask this person and got into Guan Xin's car.
"Do you want to smoke?" Guan Xin took out a pack of cigarettes and gave them to Meng Xiaoan. He saw Xiaoan shaking his head and holding one in his mouth.
