Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

"Excuse me."

In the gallery, the fat man couldn't help but interrupt Zhuang Wenqin, "Actually, you don't need to tell me this. Who do you want to see?"

"Him!" Zhuang Wenqin pinched a corner of the photo and pointed at the man.

"Who was this person? What was his name? When did he die?"

"I don't know any of this." She shook her head, "I don't know who he is or what his name is. When I first met him 33 years ago, he must have been in his 20s. If he were alive now, he would be in his [-]s. He's an old man. In other words, if he is alive, I don't know who he is or where to find him."

The fat man thought for a while, then suddenly grabbed Zhuang Wenqin's hand, pressed the photo with the other hand, entered a meditative world, and used the so-called soul-capturing concept of "Qi Men Dun Jia Technique"——

This concept is relatively abstract.

Whenever we take a photo, the photo actually not only preserves our appearance, but also captures our "soul" at that time.

Photographs are still and flowing, but only relative to the time in which we live.

If you place it in the universe, above the four, five, six or seven dimensions, in the super-dimensional space, the concept of time will be very slow, but the photo will come alive.

But just now, by holding Zhuang Wenqin's hand, the fat man actually completed a time travel.

After merging the memory waves in Zhuang Wenqin's mind, he returned to the dimensional time and space in the photo 33 years ago and found the name of the man in the photo.

It seemed like a long time passed, but in reality it was less than a second.

"His name is Qiao Zhenfeng." The fat man opened his eyes, and his pupils turned into mysterious blue pupils.

"Is he still alive?"

"Gotta check it out."

"It's all thanks to you." Zhuang Wenqin asked his assistant to get the checkbook and write out a check for 88 yuan. "I'm going to have an operation in a few days, so I want to see this person in person before the operation. Qiao Zhenfeng."

"Whether I'm dead or alive, I have a way to let you meet, but this time I don't need money. What I want is the peacock hanging on the wall."

The fat man pointed to the oil painting "Blooming" on the wall.

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The city of longing.

This is a world not much different from the human world. Inhabited by old friends who have passed away and are still missed by us.

The camera shifts to a residential building.

The elevator is an ordinary elevator made of aluminum alloy and found in residential buildings.

Advertisements for housekeeping and cleaning, promotions for electrical appliances, and five Koreans wearing suits standing in a row with their hands crossed were posted on three sides of the interior, which was an advertisement for plastic surgery.

Yao Ruolan comes here to find guests.

She was in the elevator and looked at the buttons on the right. From the 1st floor to the 20th floor, they were all red. I thought to myself, which naughty "ghost" is causing trouble again.

When we reached the 10th floor, the elevator door opened. There was a window in the public area outside. A decadent young man was sitting by the window, planning to jump up from here.

In fact, he has already skipped it.

When he fell to the ground, his head was flat. His mother stood next to his body and cursed: "I raised you so big, are you worthy of me? My son... my son... ah."

The last sound was a sob.

When the decadent young man was very young, his parents divorced and he was sentenced to his mother.

His fucking boyfriend bought him a game console and asked him to play games with the door closed in the back room. He was so absorbed in the game that he couldn't hear the moans coming from the bedroom next door.

He has played games for almost an hour every day since he was a child. He is immersed in the fantasy, beautiful and violent game world and does not interact with other people.

A few days ago, he was playing games in the back room. Her mother came home. She might have broken up with her new boyfriend after a quarrel. She was chewing a cigarette and saw her son playing games at home instead of going to class. She yelled and cursed, "It's better to die than raise a waste like you."

A moment, an emotion.

Overwhelmed by emotions distorted by the game and reality, the decadent young man stood up in despair, walked outside the door, looked at the window in the public area, climbed up, and jumped out. He fell to the ground, head first, and his head was smashed into mud.

From the human world to the city of longing, he returned to the 10th floor and repeated the last thing he did before his death - jump down.

After about three seconds, watch the elevator close and continue going up.

Yao Ruolan heard a sound, which was made by that kind of animal. She raised her head and saw a black figure on the top of the elevator.

Black shadows were jumping around, the shadows were about forty or fifty centimeters long, and they were moving very fast.

It should be an animal. Yao Ruolan also saw a dark green rope floating in the air, with a string of English letters spelled out in large letters - young. This should be the name of the animal, young Yang.

"Yang." Yao Ruolan called to the black shadow moving on the top of the elevator.

Sombra stopped.

It is about fifty centimeters long and has curly hair. You can’t tell what it is because it has no head.

When we reached the eighteenth floor, the elevator door opened, and there was a dog head upside down outside. It was the head of a teddy dog, with its tongue sticking out.

"So that's it." Yao Ruolan walked out of the elevator, picked up the head and put it on "Yang".

Yang was a teddy dog ​​who had just died.

Its owner is a mad man. He looked down at his cell phone and took Yang to the elevator. As a result, Yang ran out of the elevator. The owner was in the elevator. He was holding the rope, and the rope was connected to Yang.

The elevator was closed, and the owner was still playing with his cell phone without realizing it. The elevator rose, and the rope picked up Yang and cut off its head.

"So you naughtily pressed the elevator on each floor, is that right, Yang?"

Yao Ruolan squatted down, caressed Yang's head, and tied a dark green rope to it. The human soul and the dog soul collided, making a clicking sound, and thin fluorescent powder floated.

The teddy dog ​​rubbed Yao Ruolan's leg, and Yao Ruolan held the rope.

The elevator reached the twentieth floor, the door opened, and Yao Ruolan saw the guest she was looking for today.

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A "woman" about 1.8 meters tall and wearing an emerald green cheongsam walked into the elevator, and "she" smiled at Yao Ruolan.

The corners of "her" eyes and the muscles on her face are very wrinkled. She is about fifty years old and is very friendly. She has makeup on her face and retro-colored lipstick on her mouth.

"She" was wearing a cheongsam, her arms and legs were exposed, her flesh was loose, and her shoes were round-toe shoes with bows, the size was very large, and they seemed to be custom-made.

"hi."

"She" greeted Yao Ruolan, her voice was hoarse and trembling, and it was undoubtedly a male voice.

"She" - is a man.

Yao Ruolan asked, "Are you Qiao Zhenfeng?"

"It's me." he answered.

"Someone wants to see you."

"Are you sure there is still someone in this world who is thinking about me?"

"Yes. I think of someone who is willing to spend 88 for you."

·

The meeting was still arranged in the abandoned parking lot, but the ceremony was very special.

At night, in the open space of the parking lot, the fat man sprinkled powder into the shape of Yin and Yang Tai Chi, and then set up a table above.

There was wine and some raw food on the table, fatty beef, lettuce, pork liver, fried garlic and celery, and chili sauce.

A hot pot is set up in the middle.

"I don't know what he likes to eat, so I prepared hot pot for that."

Zhuang Wenqin carefully arranged and filled the hot pot with charcoal. It was a mandarin duck pot, ensuring that each food would be cooked after 30 seconds.

"Do you think he can eat hot pot?" she asked the fat man.

"You can eat whatever you want, but the time is very short. Let me remind you again, it only lasts less than 4 minutes. Are you sure you want to finish this hot pot?"

"Yes." Zhuang Wenqin nodded, "Although I have never met him, he is like an old friend. He will definitely like the hot pot I prepared for him. How can you meet friends without having a hot pot?"

"Okay then. The time is almost up, so I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, the fat man left the Tai Chi circle and walked quickly five or six meters to a glass house with a steel structure.

The style is quite industrial, with a record player inside and a stove. There is a dark blue three-seater suede leather sofa with rivets in front of the fire. It is quite wonderful to sit in front of the fire and reminisce about the past.

A beautiful wax figure of a woman is placed on the sofa.

The fat man dressed the wax figure in tight red thermal underwear, then sat on the sofa and began to wait.

The time it takes for the Earth to rotate once is not 24 hours, but 23 hours, 56 minutes and 04 seconds.

At this moment, at 23:56:04, the earth rotates once, and the world falls into a quiet silence.

A flash of lightning appeared in the sky, and the door to the human world and the city of longing opened.

With a "hoo" sound, the wax figure came to life. It was Yao Ruolan who got on the body of the wax figure robot. She stood up from the sofa.

"I said, what are you doing, it's already very hot in the room, and you still want me to wear this thermal underwear?"

"Oh. I thought you would like it. Since we are at home, it would be more comfortable to wear pajamas. The color red will excite you."

"Then why do you want me to dress like this!" Yao Ruolan walked to the mirror, wearing this red thermal underwear at the moment, as if she were a model in a certain Bao pajamas advertisement, "I can only live these 4 minutes a day. Can’t you make me more beautiful?”