I, C, attend the funeral

After Zihe and Zhao Yin parted ways, there were many, many more in the time of night.

In the pervasive blackness, there are hidden dangers that you will never know.

There are countless eyes in the shadows, peering at the ignorant human beings.

Zihe climbed up to the roof of Wanghai Hotel, stood on the edge of the roof, stared at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and carefully memorized the positions of the stars when they occasionally appeared in the sky.

until dawn.

In Room 6, Building 01, Linhai Lanwan Community, in the auxiliary bedroom on the first floor facing south, Zhao Yin did not fall asleep.

Wearing pajamas, he sat on the bed and recalled the posture of Zhang Zihe's kneading formula. He practiced for a long time until his fingers were numb and sore, until he was so sleepy that he passed out.

Unable to sleep well, he had a long, long dream.

The dream was messy, there were many, many people, and many, many things happened.

Fate comes and goes, life and death part.

Magical talismans are flying all over the sky, spells can be squeezed at any time, corpses are corpses...

When he woke up, Zhao Yin didn't remember anything, he only felt a sharp pain in his heart, a heart-piercing pain, which made him sit on the bed for a long time with his hands on his chest, before he came to his senses.

Although the pain finally faded away, the soreness still remained in the chest cavity, which lingered for a long time.

When he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, he found that there was a sticky cold tide between his legs.

He actually... had a wet dream!

……

In the morning, he took a shower in a sluggish state, and secretly washed his underwear. Zhao Yin rubbed his head, and walked to the kitchen with his slippers in a trance.

Just smelling the aroma of meat buns and preparing to sit down and eat, I saw a young man sitting across the table, tilting his head and looking at him with a smile.

Zhao Yin suddenly remembered something, and many pictures in the dream suddenly became clear - although he couldn't remember the face of the person in the dream, there seemed to be a voice in the dream telling him that it was Zhang Zihe.

Thus, the person in the dream and the person in front of me gradually overlapped...

His entire face turned suspiciously red, and then turned black again.

I remembered my mother's words in my ear: "Oh, Xiaoyin, this is the new neighbor who moved in next door. He bought breakfast and came here to visit. You should call me brother."

Zihe tilted his head with a kind smile on his face.

It's just that what's hidden in this smile is full of demonstrations—how about it?Did not expect it!Hahahahahaha!

"..." Zhao Yin gritted his teeth.

"I won't eat." Zhao Yin turned around and left the kitchen with a dark face and a cold voice.

Zihe keenly noticed that when Xiao Yaoming stretched out his hand to push the door, his fingers were stiff. This kid wouldn't have practiced that hand formula all night, would he?

After a while, there was the sound of the door opening and closing outside - obviously leaving directly to go to school.

"Hey, this kid has a weird temper since he was in high school. Adolescent boys are really difficult to take care of." Although Zhao's mother was complaining, there was always a smile in her voice.

"That's not it." Zihe recalled that just now when Zhao Yin saw his expression, he was thoughtful, so he didn't pay attention to what he said.

Zhao's mother gave Zihe a surprised look, but she didn't expect that this new neighbor would pick up the words when she complained about her son.

As soon as Zihe raised his head, he met Zhao's mother with some doubts in his eyes. After seeing the old temple master's face for decades, he understood Zhao's mother's thoughts in an instant, and said with a busy smile: "It's always like this at this age. I'm very old. When he was eight or nine years old, he was extremely rebellious. Zhao Yin is already very obedient."

When Zhao's mother heard Zihe praise Zhao Yin, her complexion softened, and she greeted Zihe enthusiastically with a smile, "Come, have some porridge. You see, you are also very skinny. You don't usually know how to take care of yourself. I will come to auntie often in the future." Here, I'm good at cooking."

Upon hearing this, Zihe immediately said bluntly: "Okay, then I will thank Aunt Zhao first!"

Zhao's mother only thinks that this young man is sweet-mouthed, and most of them are too embarrassed to come here to eat and drink.

But never thought that Zihe was not being polite at all!

This kid doesn't know how to write the word "polite" at all! ! !

……

……

No matter how dark it was last night, after the sun came out, it was a clear and bright day.

The 19-year-old flower season, as the school grass Zhao Yin, one of the few shortcomings is:

1. Being too cool, being indifferent and ignoring others;

2. The mouth is too poisonous, so it doesn't show much face;

3. The schoolbag is too big and heavy, it looks like a hammer is inside, and the way he is carrying it is not very chic and elegant;

4. The dark circles under the eyes are a bit heavy, which slightly affects his sunshine and vigor;

5. Often sleeping in class, and still taking the first place in the old exams, it is too frustrating for the students' enthusiasm for learning, which is infuriating;

6. Not close to women, unsmiling, completely abstinent, suspecting that he doesn't understand love at all!

7...

It is said that there are not many shortcomings, but Zhao Yin, who seems to have many shortcomings, is even more out of place with the vibrant campus morning today.

With a sullen face, he was thinking about Zhang Zihe.

Why is that person obviously full of ghostly aura, yet has a clear aura between his brows?

Why is there no trace of soul fire on the shoulders and the top of the head, but it is still alive?

Why would a person who doesn't have the true fire of samadhi, which is necessary for a living person, actually pinch the Zhenzi formula used by Taoist Lingbao Taoists to exorcise evil spirits?

Zhao Yin, who likes to be alone and loves to be a lone ranger, feels a headache when he thinks of the young man who would try his best to approach him with a smiling face as soon as they met.

He hates the unknown, the unknown represents danger.

Therefore, he hated the aura exuded by that person because he was full of secrets.

Walking through the halls and corridors, Zhao Yin attracted the eyes of countless young girls Huaichun—the cold temperament, mysterious depth, precocious wisdom, and tall and handsome appearance of him all fascinated the girls deeply.

For the girls, it's a pity that he doesn't belong to anyone, and fortunately, he doesn't belong to anyone.

The sun penetrated through the teacher's window and shone fiercely on one side of Zhao Yin's face, but even if it was like a hot sun, it could not dissolve the troubles and unhappiness on his face.

He, Zhao Yin, an 'emotionless' assassin!

He deeply takes the cause of killing officials to catch ghosts and exorcising evil spirits as his own responsibility, and strives to be a socialist exorcist, devoting himself to it.

At the same time, he was also deeply troubled by the new world presented to him by the profession of 'killing officials'.

……

……

The sky is clear and the sky is bright.

The cleaning aunt pushed the cart that she always works with, got out of the elevator, and came to the sixth floor of the hotel.

The manager of Wanghai Hotel finally listened to the words of Bai Lili and the old security guard, and decided to temporarily suspend the reception in room 601.

But cleaning still has to be done.

Therefore, the check-in arrangements for Room 601 were stopped at the front desk, but the cleaning lady still received the request to clean Room 601.

The cleaning aunt, surnamed Zhao, is in her early fifties. She has been doing this job for nearly ten years, and she has been doing it comfortably.

The trolley was full of washed hand towels and bath towels, as well as new sets of toothbrushes, facial cleansers, paper rolls, etc. She pushed the trolley, starting from 618, which was the closest to the elevator, and sorted out one by one.

Everything was no different from the past, on the quiet sixth floor of the hotel, as if she was the only one.

The corridor has voice-activated lights. Whenever she walks into a room to clean up, the corridor lights will be turned off. No matter whether it is sunny or cloudy, this straight corridor is gray when there are no lights.

Every room has a strange smell when the aunt opens the door, most of which belong to the smell of the person who lived there before.

Sometimes it's the smell, sometimes it's the smell.

Some guests are tidy, and they don't need to take care of them much.

Some guests can't do it, they always mess up the room, and Aunt Zhao has to take care of it for a long time.

When the door of Room 601 was pushed open, the voice-activated light in the corridor flickered. Aunt Zhao looked up at the light while supporting her waist. Seeing that the light flickered and then returned to normal, she turned her head and continued to push the door.

The guests in room 604 made the room dirty and messy, and she felt sore after tidying up.

At the moment, I just wish the 601 could be a little tidier.

When the door was completely pushed open, Aunt Zhao's wish was completely fulfilled.

She pushed the door open, and the door immediately twisted crookedly. She took a peek, only to find that the upper half of the door had completely fallen off from the door frame.

"Hey, is this guest here to open the door?"

Holding the upper part of the door, she pushed open the iron-absorbing mechanism behind the door, keeping the door open. Aunt Zhao stood helplessly at the door.

I saw a mess on the bed in the room. The quilt, pillows and even the sheets and mattresses were either on the ground or half of them were on the ground.

The lamp on the table fell to the ground, and the TV on the wall was crooked.

Half of the curtains were torn off, and none of the bedside tables, computer desks and other movable small tables and cabinets in the room were in their original positions.

This……

——It seems like dozens of people have had a party in this house.

"I'll have to ask the front desk to find a master to come over and fix the essay in a while. I don't know if I can hang the curtains." Aunt Zhao entered the room and pushed a few cabinets back to their original places, only to find that there were many scratches on the sides of the cabinets. , It doesn't look like it was cut by a knife, but it looks like very sharp nails were pulled out one by one with force.

What kind of lunatic lived in this house last night.

After pushing the bedside table, Aunt Zhao glanced at a chair in the center of the room, and when she walked over, she suddenly had a strange feeling.

She turned her head and looked behind her, everything was as usual, she licked her lips, she was inexplicably flustered.

Although it was a west-facing room, there was light coming in during the day. She looked at the house outside the window, then shook her head with a smile.

When she bent down to move the chair in front of her, she didn't see it. A black shadow squirmed behind her, spread from her shadow, penetrated into the floor of the room, and disappeared again.