"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief, and gently place it next to the child. Don't tell him..."
At this time, there was a mobile phone with its screen on in the corner, and waves of frightening children's songs were heard. The tone was very strange, and it sounded like it was sung by a man with a stuck voice.
Zhao Liang didn't know what was wrong with him today. He felt a little flustered and always felt that something bad was going to happen.
He stood in front of the mobile phone, bent down and put the mobile phone that fell on the ground in his hand. The four words on the mobile phone were an unknown number, and he didn't know who made the call.
"Hurry up, tell him quickly, hurry up, tell him quickly..." The ringtone of the mobile phone has been cycled for the second time. Just when he was about to answer the call and ask the other party whose phone this was,
At this time, a cat fell from a branch not far away and let out a scream, and the ringing of the incoming call suddenly stopped.
I don’t know when it started near this path, but many stray cats began to appear nearby. It seemed that someone was feeding them here.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew by, and large raindrops lying on the leaves began to fall on Zhao Liang's face.
Just when he turned around to leave, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if he had been hit hard by something.
He covered his head and turned around slowly, trying to see what it was when he was suddenly hit again. Only then did he barely see a dark figure holding a brick in his hand.
When Zhao Liang was about to call for help and prepare to resist, the man did not hesitate at all and waved the brick quickly and sharply again. With a "pop" sound, the brick fell on his forehead again.
The last blow caused him to fall straight to the ground. He could only clearly see that the man was wearing a pair of black rain boots and a black raincoat.
In this dark night, Zhao Liang could not see the appearance of this person at all. The person who attacked him was very rough and direct, without any hesitation at all.
"You...are..." He used his last bit of strength to know who he was before he died.
Suddenly, the man in black slapped the red brick on Zhao Liang's forehead again. This time, he completely fainted.
"Goodbye..." the man in black said one word at a time.
After Zhao Liang heard this familiar voice, he frowned unwillingly. He knew who the owner of this voice was, but he just couldn't remember it, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.
Because at this moment, he was facing the coming of death. His limbs were completely unable to move. The pain in every nerve in his head made him more and more tired, and he wanted to fall asleep immediately.
But he didn't want to, because he still had a lot of things to do. He hadn't returned to the orphanage to see Zhang Ma, and he had promised the director to renovate the orphanage...
Zhao Liang closed his eyes completely. The man in black looked at Zhao Liang, who was lying motionless on the ground, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
He slowly put the bricks and the gloves on his hands into the black plastic bag he had prepared. The man in black took off his hat, revealing short orange hair.
Not far away, another dark figure watched this scene happen. He was holding an umbrella, leaning against a tree, and said to himself apologetically:
"I'm sorry, kid, you should be fine."
The originally gloomy and rainy night seemed to have become agitated because of Zhao Liang's death. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, also washing away the blood stains at the crime scene...
"Help...Help! Who...are you?!" A man yelled hysterically and accidentally knocked the water glass next to the table to the ground.
He covered his head and felt nauseated. The contents of his stomach reached his throat. He didn't know what he had eaten.
The man rushed to the toilet in the room. He didn't care whether the toilet was clean or not, and put his hands on both sides of the toilet.
I started to vomit non-stop, and there was a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn't know what I had eaten, but I vomited out some white pills and some white mucus.
The man stood up staggeringly, put his hands on the sink, and began to wash his hands with soap. The bitter taste in his mouth made him feel sick.
He turned on the faucet, used tap water to wash away the medicinal smell in his mouth, and then kept slapping cold water on his face to wake himself up a bit.
It seems that everything that just happened in school was a nightmare, but those feelings are so real,
The man was breathing heavily, and the cold water from the water dragon made him breathless.
He put his hands on both sides of the sink and slowly raised his head. When he saw the unfamiliar face in the mirror, he couldn't help but be stunned.
His eyes widened, his brows furrowed, he raised his hands, slowly caressed his cheeks, and then scratched his hair,
Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the stubbled face in the mirror. He couldn't help but feel that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
The man's head felt dizzy, and some memories that did not belong to him began to flood into his mind, and his vision began to become increasingly blurry.
The man quickly returned to the unfamiliar bed, and then fell asleep again uncontrollably.
"Ding ding ding~" I don't know how long it took, but there was a cell phone ringing in the man's ear. He squinted his eyes and fumbled for the annoying cell phone on the pillow with his right hand.
He looked at the screen of his mobile phone and saw a caller ID with the name Lao Song. Half of his sleepiness disappeared immediately.
This is a very unfamiliar caller ID, because in his mobile phone contacts, he only notes the real names of other people, except for his parents.
He never makes notes about other people's age or anything, and he kind of wants to hang up the phone.
But somehow, there was a subconscious mind in the man's mind telling him to answer the phone quickly.
"Hey..." he asked tentatively.
"Are you okay now..." The man on the other end of the phone lowered his voice a little.
"Um..." He tried to agree.
"I need your help. Really, this matter is a bit tricky, and it seems to be related to your missing girlfriend. I will send the location to your mobile phone. Hurry."
As soon as the man on the other end of the phone finished speaking, there was a beeping sound from the phone, and within a few seconds, a location was sent to the WeChat of the phone.
The positioning on WeChat is: Sichuan-Chongqing Industrial and Commercial Vocational College.
After seeing this address, he couldn't help but frowned, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart!
[Author's digression]: Zhao Liang died at 23:00 on November 22, 2015