Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

Song Ci was sweating profusely, holding the ball and walking into the house, when he met Yan Wendao who was about to go out.

Yan Wenwen glanced at his empty neck, furrowed his brows slightly, and then quickly let go, saying: "I have something to go out for, and the safety amulet is on the table, remember to wear it."

Song Ci touched his neck, glanced at the luggage behind him, and asked, "When will you be back?"

Yan asked, "It depends."

Song Ci nodded and turned to let him pass.

"correct."

Yan Wenwen walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, his eyes fell on Song Ci's face, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, he said: "Don't go out at night during the recent period."

His tone was stern, with an elder-like command tone.

Song Ci was taken aback for a moment, and just about to ask a question, he left, leaving only a blurred back.

"Tsk."

Song Ci turned around and entered the yard with some irritability. Although Yan Wenwen was his own uncle, the relationship between the two was not close, but a little strange.

He threw the ball to the corner, took off his sweaty clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Not long after, when he came out of the bathroom, the phone on the table rang. Song Ci picked it up casually, "Hello."

Guan Lingyan's voice resounded, with a careless laxity, "Have you come yet?"

Song Ci wiped his wet hair, and said, "Right now."

After hanging up the phone, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of drink and drank it, looking at the peace talisman on the table out of the corner of his eye.

Song Ci frowned, then pretended not to see and left.

I don't know what happened today, the sky darkened quickly, and there was a cold wind blowing for no reason, and he didn't care about riding his bicycle to the appointed place in a hurry.

There were a few old men and women sitting under the tree enjoying the cool air. When they saw Song Ci, they waved their cattail fans and said hello, "Go out and play?"

Song Ci nodded, raised his hand at Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao behind him, and pedaled away on his bicycle.

After riding for more than ten meters, he suddenly clenched the brakes and turned to look at the old man under the tree.

—— Mrs. Zhao passed away half a month ago!

Song Ci stared intently at the back of Mr. Zhao, who was empty, and his hanging heart finally fell. He turned his head and continued to ride forward.

To save time, he turned into an alley.

The street lights in this alley have been out of order for some years, most of the time they are dim, and when they are turned on occasionally, they look like an old man in a vertical age and can only emit a faint light.

He was lucky today, the light was on, although it was faint, it was better than nothing.

At this time, a strong wind blew up and picked up the yellow paper on the ground. Song Ci squinted his eyes and was about to turn a corner when several figures suddenly appeared, jumping up and down to grab the yellow paper that was blown into the air.

"Mine! Mine!"

"this is mine!"

Song Ci slammed on the brakes and almost missed those people.

He muttered, "Look at the way."

Those figures stopped at the same time and looked at Song Ci in unison, the air was eerily quiet.

Just when a piece of yellow paper fell down, Song Ci took a look and shivered.

He raised his head abruptly, and a few people who were a few meters away just now walked in front of him silently.

The lights in the alley were dim, and it was only when Song Ci got close to him that he could see their appearance clearly. They all had thick eyebrows like Guan Gong's sword, as black as if they were painted with a charcoal pen, and their faces were even more bloodless white. There was a strange tinge of red again, and her lips were also red, but there was a hint of blue in the red.

Normal people would not wear such makeup, let alone snatch the paper money burned to the dead.

Song Ci's brain went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. He subconsciously said: "Prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious, free, equal, fair...just law..."

The three 'people' paused, thinking that he was reciting some kind of exorcism technique, so they roared in a low voice with ferocious faces.

Song Ci's scalp was numb, and he couldn't recite any more. He licked his lips and his calves were trembling. He tried to comfort himself, they are humans and you are ghosts, ah bah, you are humans and they are ghosts, they can't do anything to you Sample.

Thinking of this, Song Ci developed some courage.

At this moment, the three 'ghosts' suddenly quarreled.

"this is mine!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

Song Ci seized the opportunity and slammed on the pedals to ride forward.

"He's going to run!"

"He's going to run!"

"He's going to run!"

Three weird voices sounded one after another, one after another, making people's hair go numb, Song Ci ignored it and rushed forward desperately stepping on the pedals.

Suddenly, three figures flashed past and stopped in front of him.

The corner of the mouth of the man on the left curled up in a paradoxical arc: "I can't escape."

The other two repeated this sentence like a repeater.

"Can't run away."

"Can't run away."

Song Ci hurriedly jumped out of the car, turned around and ran away.

The three ghosts were not in a hurry to chase after them, they just looked at Song Ci's back and repeated, "I can't run away."

Song Ci ran for a long distance without daring to turn back. He didn't dare to turn back until he felt that he had run too far.

Turning around, he met those three thickly painted faces. Song Ci forgot to show his breath this time, and he stood there in a daze, completely stunned.

"caught you."

The three 'persons' said in unison.

Then, the three 'persons' got into Song Ci's body at the same time.

At that moment, Song Ci seemed to be thrown into the sea water with a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero. The biting cold of the roof almost drowned him, and all his senses became slow and dull.

"what--"

He suddenly covered his eyes, knelt on the ground and moaned in pain, all the pain felt by his body seemed to be transferred to his eyes.

Suddenly, a white light emanated from his body, and three disappearing ghosts ran out of Song Ci's body in an instant. The terrified face was full of fear at this moment, and their instincts drove them to flee.

After the three ghosts ran out, the pain in Song Ci's eyes gradually disappeared. He got up slowly, looked around, and couldn't see those ghosts anymore.

He hurriedly walked towards the main road, and only then did he have a down-to-earth sense of reality when he returned to the bustling avenue.

But soon he discovered that something was wrong, the street was not only full of people.

He clearly saw a woman following the couple. The white skirt on the woman's body was stained with blood, and blood dripped from her wrist, but no one saw it.At the traffic lights, a middle-aged man who had been knocked out of shape was wandering blankly, and the old lady carrying a basket of gardenias handed out blood-stained white flowers to the passers-by, muttering: "Buy a flower! .”

But no one could hear her anymore.

Song Ci closed his eyes and opened them again. The scene remained the same. He felt that he had fallen into an incredible world.

"Om - hum -"

The phone in his pocket rang suddenly, bringing Song Ci back to reality. He looked at the caller ID, and it took a long time for his eyes to focus on the screen.

Guan Lingyan on the other end of the phone asked, "Where are you?"

Song Ci opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound. It took a while before he uttered a few words slowly, "I, I want, go, go home."

Guan Lingyan was taken aback, and asked, "What's going on?"

Song Ci ignored him, hung up the phone, and walked towards home. After walking for about tens of meters, he seemed to have recovered and started running all the way.

The group of old men and women were still sitting under the tree to enjoy the cool air. Mr. Zhao was a little surprised when he saw that he came back so soon, and asked, "Are you back?"

Song Ci paused and looked up. Mrs. Zhao was standing behind Mr. Zhao and looking at him, with a familiar smile still on her face.

Song Ci's heart tightened, and he didn't have time to answer, he suddenly got into the room and closed the door, as if this would keep all those bizarre things out of the door.

After entering the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the door in embarrassment, trembling all over, and barely had the strength to stand up.After a while, he staggered to the sofa and sat down, when something jumped into his sight.

Suspiciously, he stretched out his hand to pick up the safety talisman on the table, and Yan Wenwen's instructions when he went out sounded in his mind.

——"Don't go out at night during the recent period."

He clenched the peace talisman in his hand, as if he had something to rely on in his heart, he took out his cell phone and called Yan Wendao.

He had previously asked Yan Wendao why he had to wear this thing, and Yan Wendao only said to keep him safe, now it seems that he must know something.

The phone rang for a long time, but it never got through.

Song Ci's heart sank little by little, but he still didn't give up, and he called again and again.

He threw his phone on the sofa a little irritably, his thoughts were numb.

After a while, he got up and walked to Yan Wenwen's bedroom. His bedroom was so big that there was even a study room separated from it. The bookshelves were full of ancient books. He had read them before when he was bored. Can understand classical Chinese.

Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by a photo frame turned upside down on the desk.

He paused, picked up the photo frame, and at this moment the cell phone in the living room rang suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran out with the photo frame.

--"Hey!"

"what happened?"

It seems that the signal over there is not very good, and the voice is intermittently high and low.

Song Ci licked his lips, breathing calmly: "I, I saw those, those things."

Yan Wenwen on the phone was silent for a moment, and after a while he said: "Stay at home and don't go out, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Song Ci squeezed the peace talisman in his hand, anxiety and fear welled up in his heart, he seemed a little angry, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

Yan asked and didn't answer, as always, he was taciturn.

Song Ci angrily dropped the phone to the ground.