Xu Heng sat at the dining table, chewing the bread in his hand intently, silently.
My father, Xu Hanshan, was sitting opposite, with his legs crossed and leisurely reading the newspaper.
From time to time, there was a sound of birds chirping outside the window, and the cool breeze quietly flapped the curtains. The simple and cozy cabin seemed particularly quiet.
"How are you thinking? Are you really planning to give up martial arts?"
Xu Hanshan suddenly broke the calm.
He was still holding the newspaper in his hand, and his tone was very calm, as if he was just asking casually.
"kindness."
Xu Heng nodded lightly and swallowed the bread in his mouth: "The eight extraordinary meridians, I opened six of them, but cut off two of them. The path to martial arts is destined to fail me."
"You can reconnect it if it's broken. As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more ways than criminal law... Bah, no, there are always ways!" Xu Hanshan shook the newspaper in his hand and said seriously.
"Take it back?"
Xu Heng shook his head repeatedly: "I have been reconnected more than a dozen times since I was injured. Every time I reconnected, as soon as I practiced martial arts, it immediately broke again. The meridians have long lost their original toughness, and there is no way to save it."
"..." Xu Hanshan was silent for a while and then asked: "Then what are your plans next?"
Xu Heng looked up at the sky: "From tomorrow on, be a happy person..."
"Stop, you have to put off such an important matter until tomorrow, how can you be so happy? Don't try to be clever here and talk about business." Xu Hanshan interrupted.
Xu Heng smiled and said: "What else can I do? Give up martial arts and study literature and take the literary test. In the future, I might be able to serve as a tactical consultant and give you advice on the battlefield."
"Forget it, with your brain, you might as well see if there is a chance to awaken a season and become a season master." Xu Hanshan said.
Season master?
Xu Heng was stunned for a moment: "It's impossible. I am already sixteen years old this year. Even if I am lucky enough to awaken the season one day, I will probably be an ordinary season master. But then again..."
He suddenly lowered his voice: "The 'spoon' in my head doesn't seem to be right lately..."
"Stop it, stop talking, have you forgotten that walls have ears?"
"Okay, let's not talk about this. Anyway, I can't inherit the inheritance of your martial arts master. Although my mother is a seasoning master, this thing cannot be inherited. How about I stay at home and grow old?" Xu Heng
He grabbed another piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, looking at Xu Hanshan expectantly.
"You're looking for a beating!"
Xu Hanshan immediately pulled down the newspaper, glared, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you choose your own path. Anyway, don't mention your 'spoon' to anyone."
"Don't worry, I'm famous for being tough-tongued... Bah, tight-lipped! I've eaten enough and gone to school."
Xu Heng swallowed the last bite of bread, stood up, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to leave.
Only then did Xu Hanshan completely put down the newspaper in his hand, glanced at the crumbs on the table, and frowned.
"You've only eaten fifteen pounds of bread and are you full?"
"I'm full. I ate too much for a late-night snack last night." Xu Heng had already walked to the door and responded while putting on his shoes.
"You kid, please don't hurt me. When your mother comes back and sees you so thin, she will think that I am treating you harshly."
Xu Hanshan said, took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them on the table: "Take it, go to the school cafeteria to buy something to eat."
"I……"
Ding dong!
Just as Xu Heng was about to speak, a crisp doorbell suddenly rang behind him.
He was slightly startled.
Who is it so early in the morning?
Turning around and opening the door, a tall and sturdy young man with ordinary appearance appeared in front of him.
"Tang Hou? Why are you here?" Xu Heng looked at the visitor in astonishment.
Tang Hou was his childhood friend, and now he goes to the same school and is in the same class.
"Holy shit, you're really here!"
Tang Hou looked shocked, then he breathed a sigh of relief and walked in: "Xu Heng, what's going on with you recently? I go to your old house every now and then. You didn't spend the night here again last night, right?"
The old... old house?
Xu Heng was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly the back of his head twitched.
Then there was a "buzz" sound!
There was a sharp and harsh sound in my ears, the scene in front of me began to become distorted, and I felt like the world was spinning.
Until a faint musty smell suddenly hit my nose.
The brain quickly recovers from the drowsiness.
My thoughts suddenly become clear, like waking up from a big dream.
Whoosh!
Only then did Xu Heng suddenly turn his head and look inside the house.
The dilapidated and yellowed walls on all sides are covered with mold where the plaster has fallen off.
The furniture piled in the corner was covered with spider silk.
The thick layer of dust on the floor was still marked with messy shoe prints.
The dining table not far away was also covered with dust. Only the spot where he had just sat had some traces of being wiped.
And Lao Xu, who was just sitting in front of him reading the newspaper, didn't exist at all!
Everything suddenly seemed like a dream!
"That's it again!"
Xu Heng let out a long breath and raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, his face full of fatigue.
This is the third time in the past month that he has run back to this old house inexplicably.
This has happened before, but not as frequently as this time.
Every time in this old house, there will be many illogical violations.
For example, this time today, he didn't remember that Lao Xu was no longer here, but he remembered that he was indeed injured and had his meridians broken, so he decided not to follow the path of martial arts.
It’s all chaotic and real!
This situation seems to be very similar to the solar term pollution during Qingming Festival, commonly known as ghost collision.
For this reason, he also installed a camera in his old house. Every time he woke up and checked the video, he was always the only one in the picture.
And logically speaking, Lao Xu should not be dead yet, probably...
"Xu Heng, what's happened to you recently?" Tang Hou had a trace of worry on his face. He had long sensed that Xu Heng's recent state was not quite right.
"It's nothing, I just miss my dad a little bit."
Xu Heng forced a smile on his face and walked towards the restaurant again.
"I dreamed about him. He was sitting here reading the newspaper. I was eating breakfast next to him. What I ate was bread. But he said that I didn't eat enough because he was afraid that my mother would blame him when she saw that I had lost weight. And... eh
Look, there is an old newspaper on the table!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the newspaper hidden under the thick dust.
"jingle!"
With a few crisp sounds, several coins were taken out from under the newspaper and fell on the tile floor.
Xu Heng looked down and froze on the spot, staring blankly at the rusty coins.
"Oh, Xu Heng, it's about your father..." Tang Hou sighed and opened his mouth to comfort him.
"fine!"
Xu Heng took a deep breath and shook his head, not wanting to mention this matter more.
"Go back to school. Don't be late for morning class today."
"Late?" Tang Hou's eyes widened: "Brother, are you still thinking about being late? It's already noon, have you been absent from class all morning?"
"It's noon?"
Xu Heng was a little surprised that he slept for so long?
"It seems that you are really sleepy, but it's okay. You're fine. I called you several times this morning and they all prompted you to turn off your phone. I almost thought something happened to you."
"Something happened too? What do you mean?" Xu Heng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw that it was out of power and had automatically shut down.
"The news spread throughout the school this morning that Lin Cheng died. I heard that he died at his home. I saw that you didn't come all morning. I was afraid that you would also..."
"What? Lin Cheng is dead?"
Xu Heng's eyes widened. Lin Cheng was also his classmate, but the relationship was not harmonious.
"Is it an accident? I remember that their family lived in the most secure community in our city. I didn't expect that they would die in their own home..." Tang Houzheng said.
Boom, boom, boom!
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door behind me.
Xu Heng and Tang Hou subconsciously turned their heads to look.
The door had not been closed just now, and several men and women wearing long brown windbreakers were already standing outside the door at some point.
The leader, a middle-aged man, attracted special attention. His tall figure almost completely blocked the light outside the door, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Xu Heng.
"Inspection Department?"
Tang Hou exclaimed in surprise.
In Darong City, brown windbreakers are the standard attire of the inspection department. Of course, the key is that they wear a status medal on their chest, symbolizing their law enforcement power!
"Xu Heng!"
The middle-aged man had an expressionless face and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "You are suspected of murdering Lin Cheng, a student of your school. Now come back with us immediately to accept investigation."