The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Song Jiu looked at the strange string of numbers and his head froze for a moment. He took a deep breath and waited for a while before pressing the green connect button with trembling fingers.

The bedroom was quiet, so quiet that only his own slight surge of air was left.

"Hello, do you have anything to do with me?"

In response to his question, there was no response from the other side of the phone. It was eerily silent, except for the sound of slightly out-of-frequency breathing.

Beyond that, nothing but silence, silence.

Song Jiu used his five fingers to brush away the wet hair from his forehead, and patiently repeated what he just said.

But there was still only the sound of breathing over there.

He listened to the other person's breathing rhythm and felt it was very familiar, as if he had felt it somewhere before, and an indescribable subtleness suddenly surged in his heart.

An inexplicable intuition told him that it was his Ah Lie on the other side of the phone.

Thinking of the content in the dream, Song Jiu took a deep breath and subconsciously touched the jade pendant around his neck, almost squeezing out a sound from his throat.

"Alie, is that you?"

There was no response from the other end, the breathing stopped completely, and there was no movement.

Song Jiu waited with hope for a long, long time. He thought it was just a prank and was about to give up when a very familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Xiao...Jiu, Xiaojiu, I miss you so much. I miss you so much. Can you come and stay with me..."

The man's familiar voice almost made Song Jiu shed tears. His voice was choked and he asked eagerly: "Okay, okay, where are you? I'll come find you right away."

There was no answer and the call was hung up directly.

Song Jiu called back in a panic, but all he heard was "This is an empty number".

Lu Lie died in his senior year of high school. He saw with his own eyes that the body was pushed into the crematorium and burned to ashes. It was impossible for him to still be alive.

So what happened to the sound just now? Hallucinations due to schizophrenia?

No, it's not.

Song Jiu was sure that it was not his hallucination. He really heard Ah Lie's voice.

He won't admit his mistakes.

Could it be that everything he did worked?

Song Jiu carefully took off the jade pendant from his neck. The color was bright and translucent, and he could tell at a glance that it was expensive. He stared at the jade pendant in his palm, his expression becoming more and more dazed.

This was Lu Lie's birthday gift to him that year.

Ah Lie said that this jade pendant was an ancestral treasure from his grandmother's family. It has a long history and is full of aura. The jade pendant is of medium size and is very delicate and ingenious in workmanship.

To ensure safety and wealth, it is never spread to outsiders.

Later, it was given to Song Jiu.

Later, as if he was cursed, the boy committed suicide by jumping off the building without any warning.

Obviously he had calmed down Lu Lie's emotions and had been by Lu Lie's side to fight the disease together, so why did he still end up dead?

Song Jiu couldn't figure it out.

After Lu Lie's death, he took the college entrance examination in confusion. Unexpectedly, he performed abnormally in the examination room and failed to achieve his true level. In the end, he barely read a book.

The death of the mission target hit him hard. Song Jiu rejected the system's request and chose to stay in this small plane to heal his heartache.

He stayed in the rental house where the two had lived together and went to Lingshan Temple where the two had climbed together.

I met the monk again by chance.

Song Jiu knew that the other party had profound Taoism. With red eyes, he begged the monk if he could give him any method to bring the deceased back to life, and gave the temple one million incense.

The monk looked at him with indescribable pity in his eyes. He couldn't bear to plead, sighed and agreed, and handed over the forbidden technique of bringing the dead back to life to the young man.

Song Jiu worshiped Lu Lie's spiritual tablet with piety and strictly followed the instructions.

Incense candles, paper money, resurrecting talismans and fingertip blood...every step was correct, but the deadline had come and Ah Lie did not come back.

The monk said that the deceased had no worries in his heart, so he has not been resurrected for a long time.

After returning from the temple, he refused to accept this result and numbed his consciousness with lethargy, as if this was the only way to relieve the grief in his heart.

Just when Song Jiu was about to accept his fate, Lu Lie fell into a dream.

They lived together and slept together. In the dream, Ah Lie looked more mature, taking care of him tenderly, and even allowed herself to find him.

Song Jiu gathered his emotions, got up, washed up, held a bouquet of fresh roses, and took a taxi to the cemetery.

It was a working day, and there were only a few people in the cemetery. After laying flowers and chatting for a while, they left in a hurry. The afterglow of the sunset enveloped the entire cemetery, making it warm and peaceful.

Following the stone steps, the young man found a tombstone on a familiar road. Due to the hasty death and the school's efforts to conceal it, there was no photo of the deceased on it, only the word "Lulie" was engraved on it.

Song Jiu placed the roses next to the tombstone and sat on the ground leaning against the tombstone.

Ah Lie once said that he hates white and likes dazzling red. He also joked that if he dies in the future, don't hold white flowers to worship him. He doesn't like it. It's better to have them as brightly colored as roses.

Song Jiu blocked the boy's mouth with his hands to prevent him from saying negative things, thinking that the boy was just joking.

I never thought that one word would become a prophecy.

He leaned against the tombstone, his expression became more and more trance-like, and he talked a lot to himself. It wasn't until the sun completely disappeared on the hillside that he got up and reluctantly left the cemetery.

The cemetery is located halfway up the mountain, and it's already getting dark at this point, so it's difficult to take a taxi, but luckily there's still the last bus on the road down the mountain.

The summer evening breeze was hot and fuzzy, probably because the feng shui of the cemetery was yin, and it still carried a bit of icy cold air. When the wind blew, goosebumps appeared, and he was the only one around.

Song Jiu pursed her lips and waited alone at the bus stop for a long time, feeling a little scared.

He didn't check the weather when he went out. At nine o'clock in the evening, it rained heavily. He hid under the bus stop, but his clothes and pants were inevitably soaked by the heavy rain. The thin fabric was sticky and uncomfortable against his skin.

He has to go home and change clothes quickly, he thought to himself.

Finally, half an hour later, a bus arrived at the corner.

Song Jiu trotted towards the car door. The only streetlight at the station was dim. He lowered his head and ran forward, but accidentally bumped into a tall man.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" He covered his sore nose and looked at the other person in confusion. He clearly remembered that he was the only one around, but why a strong man suddenly appeared.

strangeness.

Neither of them was injured in the fall. Song Jiu thought that he had apologized and the other party would not care about anything. He hurried to the car door without waiting for the man to react.

The moment the car door opened, a chilling chill hit my face.

Song Jiu's scalp was numb due to the biting cold air. He hugged his soaked arms and looked into the bus.

The lights in the carriage were relatively dim, and it was difficult to see the people inside. The driver's profile was reflected in the red light, and his facial features were blurred. Normally, there would be more or less conversations in the bus, but at this moment, it was eerily silent inside.

Something seems wrong.