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Zhuo Muyang's eyes suddenly became dull, stopped somewhere for a moment, and then shouted again: "Ah, ah, there are ghosts! There are ghosts there... woooo... There are ghosts..." He pointed in a certain direction and kept going. After stopping, he shrank his body and struggled to escape, but was restrained by Zhuo Muyu. Compared with his brother, Zhuo Muyu was a little thinner, and was almost overturned by his resistance. He followed his brother Looking at the direction of the finger, there is no one else there except the doctors and nurses who are busy walking back and forth.Zhuo Muyu was helpless, thinking that his brother was seriously ill, so he hugged him again with all his strength, and at a certain moment, the cloud of suspicion in his heart seemed to dissipate.

On this side, their parents were so anxious that their foreheads were covered with sweat, and they begged the doctor with tears, and almost knelt down to him. They asked the doctor and themselves worriedly: "What's wrong? What happened to this?" What kind of evil is that!" The chattering was like Mrs. Xianglin's, a rural old man and old lady who had never seen anything in the world, and thought her eldest son had some kind of hysteria, and said again: "Could it be the first few days? Did Magu Festival ① go out to run into ghosts?"

The doctor watched for a while in the confusion and seemed to have no other way, so he asked the nurse to add a certain dose of sedative to his medicine, and the effect of the medicine made Zhuo Muyang calm down.Zhuo Muyu was already exhausted by his brother's torment. He pinched his waist and panted heavily, looked at his poor parents, and at his sleepy brother on the bed, and finally couldn't help but say: "Dad, Mom! , I think my brother deserves to be blamed."

"Xiao Er, what are you talking about?" The old lady stared at her second son with wide eyes, as if she couldn't believe the rift between their brothers. "Your brother treats you well. The tuition fee is one or two cents less than yours. Your brother is as old as you, and he has already made money to support himself. Look at you..."

Seeing his parents defending his elder brother blindly, then turning around and pointing the finger at himself, he quickly said: "The story of my brother has been spread all over the Internet, saying that all the novels he wrote on the Internet are plagiarized works of others. It is his fault." After his friend died, he took his friend's work as his own, and even a film and television company wanted to sue him. If he lost the lawsuit, selling all our family's belongings would not be worth the liquidated damages. Parents, my brother is here To cause such a big disaster outside, he has a ghost in his heart to become like this."

"Xiao Er, shut up, your brother is so pitiful lying on the bed, and you still say that about him."

Zhuo Muyu smiled wryly, turned his head away, he didn't want his parents to see him resentful, after all, in their eyes, he was far inferior to his elder brother who was able to buy a house in a big city and survive, even though his elder brother never took the initiative to contact them can be ignored.Parents are so unfair.

But at this moment, his mother's scream broke the noise of the emergency room again, "Old man, old man, what's wrong with you?"

In a blink of an eye, his father passed out again.

This is really a wave of unrest, another wave, and the scene is in chaos...

Two of the family of four fell down. The old lady's hair turned gray and her body became more haggard within a few hours. Sitting on the side of the hospital bed, her eyes became hollow and lifeless.The thousands of dollars they carried with them was not even enough for the hospital deposit, so they could only occupy two beds in the emergency room. The doctor was obviously a little impatient and urged them to go to the hospital several times, but he felt that they were pitiful. They gave some grace time.

What worries her is that both her son and the old man have to be hospitalized in this state. She looked at her youngest son for help and said, "Little Erzi, think of a way."

"Mom, what can I do? Or just pay the bill and leave the hospital." Zhuo Muyu sighed.

The old lady had a flash of inspiration, patted her forehead with her hands, and took out a crumpled colored card from the inner pocket of her clothes. Difficult to see numbers.She handed the card to her second son and said, "Xiao Yu, call this young man to borrow some money..."

Zhuo Muyu took the card, and the name signed in the beautiful font in front of the number seemed to be written by a little girl, but the name alone made him startled, staring at his mother dumbfounded, trembling. The voice said, "Mom, where did you get this? He's dead."

"Huh?" Did the young man who was as good-looking as a porcelain doll in the old lady's memory die?She still remembered the pure smile on that fair face, and specially asked her old man to take good care of his illness.He said at the time: "Auntie, you don't have to worry about the money. I will figure out a solution with Mu Yang. If you have anything to do, you can call me." He took out a cardboard from his big schoolbag and wrote down his The name and phone number were torn off and handed to her, and she smiled sweetly at them.She didn't really believe that a son from a poor family like theirs could make such a precious friend. After she took the colored cardboard, she put it away carefully and didn't throw it away until today. I took it out, thinking what if I could use it. "Why did he die? How nice that child is..." The old lady tried her best to suppress her emotions, and she had dealt too many blows to him in one or two days.

Seeing her mother crying again, Zhuo Muyu pulled the toilet paper and handed it to her, and said in a low voice, "The work my brother plagiarized belongs to this person, and his name is Jiang Xu."

"Ah?" The old man couldn't believe the message that the second son sent him. "That child is kind to our family. How can your elder brother be so ungrateful? I don't believe it. Your brother is not such a person." The old lady said firmly , I have no doubts about the character of the eldest son.

Zhuo Muyu lowered her head and whispered, "Actually, I saw someone say..."

"say what?"

"It is said that Jiang Xu was killed by my brother. There are videos on the Internet, but I don't believe it... Brother is not such a person, right? Mom..." A gray and white picture appeared in Zhuo Muyu's mind, it was a rainy day, His brother opened the front cover of Jiang Xu's car, beat and fiddled with tools for a long time, then left with the toolbox, and then spliced ​​together the surveillance footage of Jiang Xu's car accident, with the dates one after the other , is very favorable evidence.This group of videos was speeded up to tens of seconds, and it was sent by an account with only one or two Weibo accounts. After this period of time, it had been vaguely forwarded to his brother's official account called "Alei", causing an uproar again. Someone even @Zhangzhou Police, but there was no response.During this period of time, the information he received was confirmed one by one, and he even began to believe in the authenticity of that video. Jiang Xu's death was indeed related to his elder brother...that...this is too scary.

"I don't believe it, I'll try..." How could the old man want to believe that Jiang Xu was dead? He took out his mobile phone and dialed the string of numbers that were even hard to recognize but he knew it by heart. Then, her pupils dilated, and the phone unexpectedly pass.

"Hello..." is the gentle voice in memory, accompanied by one or two dog barks.

"Excuse me...is that Jiang Xu?" the old man asked with a trembling voice.This child is obviously still alive, so why does his own son say he is dead?

The other end of the phone was obviously silent, and answered after a while, "Yes, you are..."

"I'm Zhuo Muyang's mother, do you remember me?"

"Heh..." The old lady could clearly hear the slight ridicule on the other end of the phone, which was so harsh.This voice could no longer coincide with that kind and beautiful face, but he told her, "Remember."

Under the dazed gaze of her youngest son, the old lady made an almost begging plea: "Son, Mu Yang and his father are both in the hospital. You said at the beginning that it was difficult to find you. Can you help me?" Son..."

Zhuo Muyang's mind was half-drowsy and half-awake, he heard his mother calling a man named Jiang Xu in a trance, he woke up instantly, and heard a conversation where his mother was almost begging, He got up in an instant and snatched the mobile phone from his mother's hand.

"Hey! Hey!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then there was a chuckle like a hell, rippling in his ears.

"You're not dead, are you? You're not dead!" Zhuo Muyang yelled at the phone regardless of other people's eyes. "Bian Zeming, Bian Zeming is with you, he is not dead, right?" He had a flash of inspiration, and the figure he saw just now was indeed Bian Zeming.

The laughter on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly and became extremely sinister, "It will be cheaper for you if I die."

Following the sound, Zhuo Muyang got goosebumps all over his body, the beautiful person in his memory turned hideous, like a demon with teeth and claws unscrupulously pounced on him, he almost dodged reflexively, and ignored This is my imagination.

"Jiang Xu, what are you thinking about?"

"Heh... what do I want to do? Don't you know what to do?"

"Jiang Xu..." Before he could say anything, the phone was hung up.

Zhuo Muyang sat on the hospital bed in a daze for a while, then tore off the hanging needle in his hand and rushed out.Although that person was wearing a striped light blue hospital gown and his entire face was covered by a mask, he knew that the one whose eyes could not deceive anyone was Bian Zeming, who was said to have been killed.The huge hospital is full of patients. He inquired floor by floor in the inpatient department until he was exhausted from running, and finally got some news from the nurse: "Mr. Bian Zeming, he lives in room 1203A."

He climbed a full twelve floors. When he heard the news, he was almost overjoyed. He rushed to the room, and the moment he opened the door, there was no one there.

"Bian Zeming! Come out!" He kept yelling, causing the nurse to come over: "Sir, this is the inpatient department, you can't disturb other patients to rest."

Zhuo Muyang saw a light blue mask on the bed, he held it in his hand, and threw it down viciously.But the quality of the mask was too light, and it fluttered to the ground.

Jiang Xu is not dead, neither is Bian Zeming, all the clues are gathered in one place. ——That is the Gong family's villa on the bank of Yulan Lake.

right!There it is!

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① Magu Festival is the Hungry Ghost Festival, which is called in the north.