Yin Yang ferry

When He Shu woke up, he thought he was in a dream.

He sat in the car perfectly, didn't get out of the car to chase after the man and woman, and didn't encounter a thrilling life-and-death moment, but he stretched out his hand to touch, his neck was empty, and the pendant was gone.

Not a dream.

His body was weak, exhausted after intense exercise, and his chest couldn't stop panting. The button of his shirt was ajar, and he felt a burning pain. He lowered his head and took a photo with the light source of his mobile phone. There were three scratches on it, slowly oozing blood.

If it's just a dream, it shouldn't be.

Just now, what happened?

He sat in the car and looked out.

There are still dim street lights outside, bright and dark, and the shadows of the trees are dancing, but the signboard of the resort in my memory is gone, and the distance is pitch black. He Shu lowers his head and uses his mobile phone to locate the location. It is still the original location. A holiday villa, but it is still two kilometers away from here.

In other words, not only did his eyes have problems just now, but his navigation also had problems.

Is it blindfolded?

Then someone rescued himself and put everything back the way it was?

He Shu sat quietly for a while, smoked a cigarette, started the car and turned back.

He couldn't figure it out, but his solution was not to go into a dead end for the time being, and the boat would be straight when it reached the bridge.

The car drove all the way back to the urban area. After being weak, my stomach was very hungry, and it was even rumbling when waiting for the red light.

He Shu rolled down the window of the car, and the cool wind in early autumn wafted in with soot.

That is the smell of burning paper money. In the past, on this day of the lunar calendar, some people always followed the folk custom and burned paper money on the roadside to pass by the ancestors and ghosts.With the construction of the city, this kind of behavior is much less now, but occasionally sporadic flames can be seen lighting up in the city late at night.

After all, it was early in the morning, and the vehicles were sparsely visible. Some fastidious or superstitious people would not choose to wander outside at this time. There was only one car parked at the intersection, which was usually busy with traffic.

He pressed Lin Xiaopang's phone, ready to go over for a supper, but the phone didn't get through anyway, and the mobile phone signal seemed to have not recovered from the state in the suburbs.

In the last ten seconds of the red light, He Shu couldn't even open the delivery software, and was a little irritable. When he looked up, he saw a dog slowly walking across the crosswalk across the road.

He didn't take it seriously at first, he lowered his head for a second and then suddenly raised his head!

The dog was taller than ordinary dogs, and its walking posture was a bit weird. It didn't look like it was injured, but it seemed that its hands and feet were stiff. Under the street lamp, the dog's fur was a faint blue-green.

He looked again, and it was clearly a paper horse instead of a dog.

The blue-green color on his body is not dog hair, of course, but the colored aluminum foil used for origami horses in the candle shop.

Zhima didn't know that He Shu had seen it, and was still walking forward pretending to be a dog, crossed the road, and disappeared leisurely into the alley between the two buildings.

He Shu: ...

Speaking of horror, it's not that scary.

But this kind of strange thing that is beyond the scope of ordinary understanding happened in front of his eyes. If it were someone else, his face would have paled, but He Shu was still calm. He watched the paper horse go away, the green light turned on, and continued to drive as if nothing had happened.

From childhood to adulthood, this kind of thing has happened quite a lot. At that time, he encountered an accident and his eyes were "sealed" by his grandfather. Since then, he has never encountered any strange things. In recent years, the seal has shown signs of loosening. After his grandfather passed away, he didn't bother to go around. Looking for someone, I just pass by like this, bumping into some weird things every now and then, and gradually numb.

It's just that tonight's encounter is the most bizarre and weird one in the past.

He Shu now just wants to go home, take a shower and have a good sleep, as if nothing happened.

When the car drove into the underground parking lot, He Shu was familiar with the road leading to his parking space. He could usually drive there with his eyes closed. Tonight, he paid special attention and drove extra cautiously.

But the more you don't want to encounter anything, the more you will come.

A group of yellow and red objects came into view first.

It lay motionless on the ground, its feathers clearly visible in the headlights.

It seems to be a bird.

This bird is larger than ordinary birds, close to the size of an owl, somewhat like a parrot.

The road was so wide that it was impossible to drive around, so He Shu had no choice but to get out of the car and see if the strange bird was dead or alive. If it was dead, move it aside, call back to find the property owner, and if it was alive, move it to the car and find it tomorrow. a pet hospital.

Although the bird's hair is gorgeous, it is dull, and it is hard to poke it, its eyes are closed, and it has no breath.

Is there someone in this community illegally raising wild animals?

Endangered animals are raised privately and abandoned?

For a moment, the voice-over of "Today's Statement" appeared in He Shu's mind.

He moved the dead bird aside and called the property management, but the cell phone's precarious signal was declared dead under the watchful eyes, and the battery was completely dead.

Helpless, He Shu drove the car to the parking space first, and planned to take the bird to the property for them to call the police.

Unexpectedly, when he parked the car and came back, the bird was gone.

There was not even a single feather in that place.

Did the bird die, or was it picked up?

The bird's feathers are so colorful and gorgeous, it's not surprising that someone picks it up and collects it home. The problem is that it's quiet around the parking lot in the middle of the night. Where did the person suddenly appear?

He Shu rubbed his forehead, and tossed and tossed for most of the night. His eyelids were already fighting up and down. He just wanted to go back and have a good sleep, and he didn't care about the whereabouts of the bird. As a result, he stopped walking not far away.

Not far ahead, there was another dead bird.

The feathers and shape are exactly the same as before.

Surely no bird of the same species would die in the same parking lot?

He Shu stared at the bird for a long time, and the bird seemed to be dead, and it was motionless under his gaze.

This time he didn't bend down to touch it, instead he walked around it and continued walking.

Seeing that he was approaching the passage on the floor where he lived, before He Shu had time to breathe a sigh of relief for the ups and downs of today's experience, he saw another mass lying on the entrance steps of the passage.

It was the dead bird.

He Shu: ...

If there are more than one coincidence, it is not a coincidence.

He Shuxin said that if you insist on pestering me, I will not give you a chance.

Without saying a word, he turned his head and left, preparing to go upstairs through another passage.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of wings fluttering behind him, accompanied by the gust of wind, He Shu had already been prepared, lowered his head to avoid it, and stepped back, only to see the strange bird that was just pretending to be dead on the ground pecking at him with its sharp beak!

Its ferocity, how can it still look like it was about to die just now?

Without even thinking about it, He Shu threw the plastic bag in his hand and threw it directly on the bird. There were several bottles of Coke in it, which he bought a few days ago and kept in the car and forgot to take them. The weight of the cans of Coke The impact was so strong that the strange bird also fell to the ground on the spot. Its body was covered by a plastic bag, and it took a long time to jump out.

He Shu left in no hurry.

The strange bird was obviously coming at him, and he could escape past the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day.

While making the mudra, he tried his best to recall the way his grandfather taught him to defend against enemies—after so many years, he was lazy and had almost forgotten it. He only vaguely remembered that this mudra seemed to be used to resist evil spirits.

But this strange bird is still flopping about in the plastic bag. It doesn't look like it has a very high IQ. Is there such a demon?

"Cack! Cack!"

The familiar voice reminded He Shu suddenly: "Is it you who just saved me in the suburbs?"

After tearing it, the strange bird broke free from the plastic bag. It seemed to give him a vicious look, and instead of attacking, it turned around and flew away, disappearing from sight in a blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the broken plastic bag and a few bottles of cola scattered on the ground, He Shu would have thought that everything he saw just now was an illusion.

There were too many ups and downs tonight, he was too tired to complain, his mind was numb and calm, he picked up the Cokes one by one, and finally came to the entrance of the elevator, He Shu had never felt like going home like now so tough.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

He Shu had already formed a conditioned reflex, so he subconsciously dodged sideways, threw the Coke on the ground and put his hands forward, putting on a defensive posture.

Visitor:  …

Eyes wide open.

The other party was wearing a yellow uniform, sweating profusely without concealing his exhaustion, with several bags in his left and right hands, a job He Shu was very familiar with.

"Brother, you live in this building, right?" After being shocked for two seconds, the other party said first.

He Shu raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

"I still have an order here. It's almost time. I'm in a hurry. I'll lose money if I overtime. Can you help me deliver this takeaway first, it's at 1102, okay?"

Coincidentally, the building where He Shu lives has two households on one floor, and 1102 is right opposite him.

Seeing that he had no objection, the other party immediately stuffed the white plastic bag containing the lunch box into his hand, and thanked him repeatedly as he trotted back.

"Thank you brother, thank you, please!"

He Shu can't catch up and stuff the takeaway back for such a simple matter, besides, he doesn't have the strength anymore.

He Shu has lived in 1101 for two years. I heard that the owner of the opposite door is out of town. The owner bought the house for investment. It was not until half a month ago that the opposite door occasionally came in and out in the middle of the night, but He Shu himself Leaving early and returning late, I haven't been able to meet my new neighbors so far.

It seems that this is also a night owl type of resident.

The elevator stops on the eleventh floor.

Looking at the familiar floor numbers, He Shu felt a sense of relief after returning from a catastrophe.

He plans not to go out tomorrow, and stay at home to have a good rest. By the way, he thinks about whether his grandfather left behind any old friends. He can find some time to visit and solve the strange things that happened to him last night. His eyes were "sealed", and he pretended nothing happened.

While thinking wildly, he rang the doorbell of 1102.

After about ten seconds, enough time for He Shu to become impatient, the door finally opened.

He Shu was taken aback when he saw the person coming.

The other party's clothes are very ordinary, black T-shirts that can be seen everywhere on the street, and gray long cotton trousers at home.

But what makes He Shu stunned is precisely the temperament of the other party who has nothing to do with Jujia, or even the opposite.

He even subconsciously searched in his mind whether he had heard of such a star.

"Did you order takeaway? I live opposite your door, and I happened to meet a deliveryman downstairs, and he asked me to deliver it to you."

The other party's expression was indifferent, and he didn't mean to greet and thank him at all.

"I've never ordered takeout."

After all, close the door.

"and many more!"

He Shu quickly stopped him with sharp eyes and hands, annoyed.

"Obviously you called it, and they made it very clear, 1102, did someone in your family order it and you don't know? Take it, I'm going back!"

He had a general impression of this new neighbor, and he was no longer interested in saying a word.

But the other party not only refused to answer, but said to him, "Open it and have a look."

He Shu was baffled.

Speaking of this, He Shu opened the bag and took out the lunch box inside.

Most takeaway lunch boxes now use biodegradable plastics, and he has not seen a foam lunch box like the one in his hand for many years.

Only then did He Shu realize that the lunch box was so light that it weighed almost nothing in his hand.

Even if there is only one fried chicken leg inside, it is impossible to be so light.

The moment he opened the lunch box, He Shu's expression changed.

The pendant that was lost to save the man in the suburbs just now appeared in the lunch box.

The peach wood was scorched to black, and when I touched it with my hand, it turned into powder, and my fingertips were covered with powder.

This is a warning!

This sentence popped up in He Shu's mind for no reason. He found that no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember the face of the delivery man. Instead, the woman's sentence "Are you looking for me" resounded infinitely, reminding him of what he just encountered just now.

The man suddenly approached.

He Shu was caught off guard, only to feel the breath rushing towards his face, as cold as the other party, but with an indescribable fragrance.

It's very similar, the aftertaste of the incense ash wafting in the air after burning out.

"You don't smell right."

He didn't react for a while, let the tip of the man's nose almost close to his own, and then went down his cheeks, sniffing lightly on the neck and shoulders, with a strong breath, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Your death is near."