The man named Lao Song gave the man a school address. He couldn't help but wonder, wasn't he at school?
Just when the man wanted to carefully recall what happened at school last night, he felt another severe stabbing pain in his head.
The man covered his forehead with his left hand and supported the wall with his right hand. Based on his body memory, he slowly came to the toilet.
He turned on the rusty faucet and rinsed his face with the biting cold water, which relieved the pain caused by the nerves in his brain.
He slowly raised his head, and when he saw the unfamiliar face in the mirror again, he couldn't help but frown.
The man said to himself in disbelief: "What's going on with this face? How did I become like this? Am I...not Zhao Liang? Who...who is this?!"
Zhao Liang slowly took a few steps back, pulled his face, and then looked at the floral suit he was wearing in horror.
He touched his pocket and found that there seemed to be something in his right pocket.
Zhao Liang took out the items from his right pocket. Inside were a pack of cigarettes, a business card and an ID card.
The name of the person on the ID card is Qin Nan, which almost matches Zhao Liang's current image. He also has a beard and a mole at the corner of his eye.
The only difference is that he looks a bit more haggard than the person in the photo.
Zhao Liang looked at the business card again. Qin Nan's name was also written on it. From the information obtained on the business card, Qin Nan seemed to be a private detective.
The business scope on the business card is very wide, including those looking for objects, some looking for cats and dogs, and some specializing in secretly filming people looking for mistresses, but there is nothing related to criminal investigation.
This kind of private detective is what he despises the most and what he disdains the most.
At this moment, a harsh ringtone came from the cell phone in his pocket.
The caller ID named Lao Song was still displayed on the phone. He took a deep breath, calmed down a bit and answered the call.
"Hey, where are you? This case is more complicated than imagined, and... forget it, let's talk about it when you get here, hurry up!"
Lao Song urgently urged on the phone.
Zhao Liang responded vaguely, and then hung up the phone. He felt that there was something in his words, and he didn't know the identity of this man named Lao Song.
But what Zhao Liang is sure of is that the relationship with him is by no means an ordinary friend.
He picked up the razor placed on the sink, shaved off the unbearable beard, washed his hair, and simply tidied it up.
Zhao Liang subconsciously carried the crossbody bag hanging on the door and went out. He didn't know why he was carrying the worn crossbody bag. It seemed to come from his physical memory at this time.
Zhao Liang called a ride-hailing car on the mobile app, but he didn’t know why he knew the payment password on his mobile phone.
He looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking. He seemed to be thinking about who he was.
Zhao Liang looked at the date on his phone again. Today was 8:18 on November 23, 2015. He clearly remembered that yesterday was November 22.
So only about ten hours have passed since the attack last night.
The incident when he was attacked last night was the thing he remembered most clearly.
He looked at the black Puma crossbody bag in front of him. Most of the Puma logo had fallen off, and it looked like it had seen some age.
Zhao Liang flipped through the contents of his crossbody bag, which contained various miscellaneous items, but most of them were photos.
Those color photos look a little unclear, and they seem to be photos taken in some tricky places.
Most of the photos are photos of the same man having private meetings with different women. These seem to be evidence of the man's cheating.
There was also a note of time and place attached to the photo. Zhao Liang couldn't help but shook his head and sighed after seeing it.
"Handsome guy, we're here, please pick up your belongings."
After Zhao Liang got out of the car, he saw the very familiar school gate, but at the same time, he began to feel restless.
He opened the location given to him by Lao Song, and it didn't take long for him to arrive near the location.
He saw the familiar boys' dormitory building not far away, and his heartbeat gradually began to speed up. He frowned and ran in the direction of his accident yesterday.
"Oh my god, there was a murder in our school! I will never dare to walk this road at night again."
"How could something like this happen in our school..."
"That boy died so miserably. I don't know who he offended..."
...
Various comments came from the crowd, and some girls were so frightened that they squatted on the ground and started crying.
Zhao Liang frowned even more tightly, and his heart beat faster and faster. He seemed to have guessed something, but he was not sure.
"Sir, please step aside here. We are investigating a case. Thank you for your cooperation!" At this time, a male police officer made a stopping gesture and said to Zhao Liang.
He looked around, and at this moment he discovered that there was a cordon here, and there was a woman in a white coat squatting on the ground, seemingly investigating something.
The moment the man in the white coat stood up, Zhao Liang's expression changed drastically, because at this time, the body lying on the ground and covered with white cloth was his own!
This also confirmed a question he had been thinking about along the way, a question that went against nature. He seemed to be reborn!
Zhao Liang froze in place, with a ringing in his ears. He seemed unable to accept the fact that he was dead.
Because he obviously still had a lot of things to do and his studies were not completed. Just when he was about to collapse emotionally, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"You came!"
[Author's digression]: Reborn as Qin Nan in the early morning of November 23, 2015