My target is black impermanence

In the darkness, a shadow stood silently beside the bed, unable to see clearly in the dark corner, Jiang Weiliang opened his sleepy eyes, and asked in a daze, "Who is it?"

The other party didn't speak, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed onto the bed.

The sluggish brain that had just woken up instantly became sober.

Jiang Weiliang panicked and wanted to turn on the bedside lamp. In just a moment, the person who had climbed onto the bed was already in front of him.

The long black hair fell down on his face, slid down to his neck, and then turned into a cold and piercing weapon, tightly wrapped around his neck.

Jiang Weiliang's hands and feet twitched and struggled non-stop. He raised his eyes and met a pair of blood-red eyes.

"what!"

He sat up suddenly, and hurried to reach for the bedside lamp. The fear in his dream made his hands and feet tremble, and he inadvertently swept the things on the bedside table, but he still didn't wake up the sound sleeper next to him.

"Hey……"

He pushed the woman on her back, but got no response.

A bad premonition rose in my heart, and the chill on my back rushed to the top of my head.

Under the dim bedside lamp, he shivered and pushed past the woman who was sleeping on her side. Her pale face was hidden in her black hair, and her blood-red eyes looked straight at him. The woman evoked a cold and strange smile, Looking at him, he said, "Wei Liang, do you want some water?"

"what!"

With a scream, the person on the bed turned over and sat up covered in cold sweat, and the disturbed woman next to him muttered unhappily, turned over and fell asleep again.

Jiang Weiliang turned on the bedside lamp and found that all the things on the bedside table fell to the ground in a mess.

His heart skipped a beat.

Just now, was it a dream?

He shook his head wearily, it was two o'clock in the morning.

It was already difficult to fall back asleep after being awakened at night.

Recently, he has often been trapped by nightmares, and he has become more and more unconscious.

He habitually reached for the water glass, only to realize that the person next to the bed had changed to another one, so naturally he would not prepare carefully for him.

Jiang Weiliang sighed with a headache, so he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Little crescent moon, hanging in the sky, the blinking stars don't speak...why is the little baby awake, she is... quietly looking at you..."

The immature child's voice sounded in the dark and silent surroundings.

Jiang Weiliang paused as he went to the living room, then turned to the next bedroom.

The girl's clear and joyful laughter leaked through the gap in the door.

He pushed open the door, and the little girl was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, giggling happily.

"Xixi, it's already very late, why don't you go to bed?"

The sound was difficult, and the fingers holding the doorknob were unconsciously exerting force.

The girl's laughter stopped abruptly.

She turned her head slowly, holding a black and white photo in her hand.

"I was thinking about my mother."

Jiang Weiliang was paralyzed to the ground in horror. He looked palely at the woman in the photo with a gentle smile, unable to say a word, and wanted to run out in horror.

A cold and pale hand grabbed his ankle, Jiang Weiliang's hands and feet were cold, and he yelled in panic.

"Xixi, Xixi..."

The little girl sitting on the edge of the bed looked at him innocently and ignorantly.

"Dad, what are you doing? Why are you lying on the ground? Mom said, you'll catch a cold."

"Xixi, save dad, save dad..."

Jiang Weiliang firmly held the door frame, not daring to turn his head.

He could feel the cold hands climbing up his calf.

Just when the hands climbed to his thighs, they suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

The shackles on his body disappeared, and he quickly climbed out with hands and feet.

The bedroom door was slammed shut, and Jiang Weiliang was panting in embarrassment.

With shaking hands, he touched his somewhat uncomfortable trouser pocket, and a boxy black business card fell out of it.

This... When did it come to me.

He flipped through it twice, and there were only two large characters and a line of contact information on it, and only the line of text below was specially marked with eye-catching hot gold fonts, which could be seen at a glance.

Zou Yu.

999999.

Undertake various affairs such as catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. If necessary, please call the above contact information.

Jiang Weiliang tightly held the business card in his hand. At first, he thought it was a ridiculous joke, but now thinking of everything that happened just now, he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

……

This is the second time I have come to this building, but I was invited over in broad daylight.

Since the accident on the tenth floor, that President Jiang moved the company to the eighth floor, and specially spent a lot of money to decorate the interior, just to have a good intention.

But now, Shen Hanyang and his former colleague and college classmate opposite each other stared at each other with a proper and polite smile on their faces.

"Boss Zou..."

"Call me Mr. Zou."

"Mr. Zou, let's talk inside."

Jiang Weiliang is only about 35 years old, but now he looks as if he is more than ten years older, with a pale face, blue shadows on his eyelids, and obvious fatigue all over his body.

Shen Hanyang looked at the other party in a daze.

The black mist on this man's body is thicker than that of the woman he saw yesterday.

A heavy ball wrapped around his neck, bending his back slightly.

"Shen Hanyang."

Zou Yu glanced at him, and he quickly followed.

The top-quality Junshan silver needles are covered with white mist. Jiang Weiliang's office is sunny and very bright in summer. Sitting in the backlight, Jiang Weiliang seems to have relaxed a lot, with a smile on his face.

"Try it, I usually like to drink tea, and I don't know if you young people can get used to it."

Zou Yu picked up the teacup with a straight posture, put it to his mouth and took a sip, his unsmiling, well-dressed appearance really looked a bit like a nobleman in the old days.

Shen Hanyang didn't quite understand these things, so he took a decent sip and almost shivered from the heat.

Jiang Weiliang laughed out loud looking at his embarrassment, his too thin face looked a bit mean and hideous because of the unfolded expression.

"Speak directly."

Zou Yu didn't want to waste time, so he got straight to the point.

Jiang Weiliang put away the smile on his face, his slightly bloodshot eyes were a little dark.

"I had the honor to meet Mr. Zou at some events. Mr. Zou is young and promising, with countless assets, so when Mr. Zou gave me his business card, I just took it as a young man's little joke."

Jiang Weiliang put the black business card on the table.

Only then did Shen Hanyang understand what the business card Zou Yu was talking about last night.

"Mr. Jiang is overrated. The business world is nothing more than playing around and making money. Catching ghosts is my main business."

The corners of Shen Hanyang's mouth twitched slightly when he heard it. Fortunately, it was Zou Yu who said it. If it were another person, he would probably be beaten to death by the side of the road.

The expression on Jiang Weiliang's face also froze.

Obviously, he thought that the industry he was serious about was not as big as the other party's small business.

He coughed lightly, readjusting the expression on his face,

"I invite Mr. Zou to come here today, because I hope Mr. Zou can help me solve a problem."

Next, Shen Hanyang heard from the other party the story of a good man who endured humiliation and devoted himself to his family.

Jiang Weiliang and his original wife, Li Yimei, got together because of the baby they ordered when they were young.

Li Yimei's family background is not as good as Jiang Weiliang's. At first, Jiang Weiliang also disliked Li Yimei, who has no style, but the other party is gentle and considerate, and takes care of him in every possible way, and gradually Jiang Weiliang's heart is moved.

The two really had a period of gluey days, and they had a child at the best time.

But within a few years, Jiang Weiliang's company had problems. He went out to socialize every day, and was exhausted every day for his children's tuition and household expenses. He even once went out to watch other people's faces.

Even when you get home, you can have hot meals and hot water.

However, Li Yimei, who was useless in his career, still made Jiang Weiliang even more impatient. He also wanted to pour out the bitterness outside to the other party, hoping to get some useful opinions, but no matter how he explained, the other party could not listen Understand.

The conflicts in the family became more and more obvious. Mr. Jiang Weiliang learned to smoke. The two had quarreled about this, but Li Yimei had asthma, and sometimes she would be out of breath when she was emotional. The countless quarrels ended with Li Yimei falling ill. .

Finally, the tired and negative marriage came to an end that day.

Li Yimei rushed into the office, made a big noise regardless, changed from her previous gentleness and virtuousness, and exposed the matter between him and secretary Wang Lingling to the bottom.

No matter how he explained, the other party would not listen.

"Where do you think the air in a place like the office can be fresh? When she got emotional, she suffered from asthma again. It happened that she came in a hurry that day. She didn't bring a spray. By the time I contacted the ambulance, she was gone."

Jiang Weiliang sighed, with grief for the past in his eyes.

But faintly, there was another trace of fear hidden.

He couldn't forget the way Li Yimei fell to the ground and convulsed from suffocation.

The pair of pale and thin hands grabbed his trouser legs vigorously, and the eyeballs protruding from the pain stared at him. Slowly, those eyes began to be bloodshot, with a strong intensity that he had never seen before. hate.

He heard the other party struggling to make a sound.

"You...ruined...my...life..."

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang?"

"what?"

Jiang Weiliang came back to his senses with a violent reaction. He raised his head, and the black mist on his back became more and more dense.

"I don't know how Mr. Jiang wants me to help you."

Hearing Zou Yu's words, Shen Hanyang glanced at him in surprise.

This man is obviously lying, who knows if there is any unbearable inside story, Zou Yu actually wants to help him!

Zou Yu didn't look at him, but calmly looked at Jiang Weiliang, who was breaking out in a cold sweat.

The other party clenched his fingers, his eyes drooping slightly.

"I think she may have been wandering around me because she couldn't let go of her heart, but people and ghosts have different paths. She has been pestering me. It will only affect my life and my daughter. If possible, I want her to leave forever."

Speaking of the last sentence, Shen Hanyang saw a trace of coldness and cruelty in the eyes of the man opposite.

"Ashes disappear, is that enough?"

Zou Yu spat out a few words lightly.

Shen Hanyang was startled, and was frowning to speak, when Zou Yu held his hand.

There was a flash of joy in Jiang Weiliang's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and turned into reluctance and affection.

"After all, she had a marriage with me. I don't want to be so unfeeling, but she also hurt people. If... It can make her less painful, then... Let's do it like this."

Jiang Weiliang seemed to have used great courage to say this.

Shen Hanyang was a little puzzled.

"Killed someone?"

Why didn't Zou Yu tell him about this.