I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

"Are you... Sun Siming?"

"I know you, you are from the second class...Jiang Han, right?" The long-haired boy said his name accurately with a smile after thinking for a while, and then turned his eyes to the cat, "It is my cat. Mother's cat is so cute, why don't you give it a hug?"

Jiang Han lowered his head and looked at the white cat at his feet with some trepidation. The cat raised its head and squinted its eyes and barked at him.He climbed up several steps and hid away before replying, "No, I'm afraid of cats."

"Okay." Sun Siming seemed a little helpless in his tone. He went up the steps and bent down to pick up the Persian cat. Without saying anything, he turned around and went down the stairs before leaving.

What's the situation?Does Sun Siming also live in this community?Then why haven't you seen it before?

Maybe they moved here recently?

That cat...has a strange smell that stinks up the stairs.

He rubbed his head and continued to climb the stairs.

When he reached the stairs on the fourth floor, Jiang Han saw that there seemed to be a lot of people gathered in the corridor, all gathered around the door of 416, discussing something in a bustling and low voice.

He casually walked over and glanced at the crowd. The door of the room was facing Jiang Han, only to see a woman in a white dress lying on the sofa facing the door. Scratch marks, still oozing blood.Jiang Han saw a faint black mist on the wound, rolling and restless mixed with the blood.The woman looked very young, a new face, she must have moved here recently.She lay quietly on the sofa without breathing. It seemed that she had been dead for a long time, and her blood had turned black and solidified, sticking to the scratches.

Two policemen stood in front of the door with a cordon, while a few people in blue coats were collecting fingerprints and inspecting the scene.

"Grandma Zhang, what happened?" Jiang Han whispered to his neighbor, Grandma Zhang.

"Hey, what a crime." She lay next to Jiang Han's ear, "This girl was murdered within a week of moving here. It's all in the same building, making people panic. Look carefully at the wound on the girl's chest, Does it look like it was caught by a cat or a dog?"

Jiang Han looked closely at the wound, it seemed to be exactly the same as the wound on the back of his hand.

Suddenly he smelled a scent of perfume, as if wafting from the house.It's refreshing but smells good, not like a floral fragrance, Jiang Han seems to have never smelled this kind of fragrance in his memory.

"Grandma Zhang, what is this? It smells like perfume."

"The old woman's nose is not clear, what's the smell? Isn't it just a corpse smell? Come on, Jiang Han, let's go back, it's bad luck to watch too much." Grandma Zhang held a vegetable basket in one hand, and pulled Jiang Han away with the other. .

He looked back at the woman, and for a moment, Jiang Han saw a black cat standing beside her, but it disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

I... read wrong?

"Jiang Han, did your mother tell you to come back?" Grandma Zhang's words interrupted Jiang Han's thoughts.

"Yeah, isn't it because Baicheng has been in trouble recently, she is timid, so let me come back to accompany her."

After hearing what he said, Grandma Zhang held him back, "Son, are you afraid you don't know? Think about why so many things happened suddenly."

"Is...because...?" Jiang Han asked tentatively.

"The Dragon Vein of Baicheng is lost!"

"Ah!" Jiang Han couldn't help asking after hearing this, "Who told you? What dragon veins? How long have you known, Grandma?"

"Who else told me this? The big guys are spreading it. It seems that a real estate developer cut off the dragon's veins during construction, and troubles began to happen in Baicheng." Grandma Zhang said in a spirited way, but These were also what Chu Ci told himself not long ago.

"Forget it, Jiang Han, go back and tell your mother, come back early from get off work, and don't go out in the middle of the night if you don't have anything to do." She suddenly approached and whispered: "I heard that some people can see dirty things in the middle of the night."

"What's dirty?"

"Hey, that's it... Forget it, let's not talk about it, grandma entered the door first." She opened the door with the key, stepped her left foot into the heel of her right foot, and turned to close the door. This set of movements is smooth and smooth.

Jiang Han took out the key from his schoolbag and opened the door of his house. The room was very tidy, the windows were closed and covered with thick floor-to-ceiling curtains. It seemed that An Qing hadn't come back yet.

He took out his key and opened the wooden door of his room, took off his schoolbag and threw it casually on the armchair next to the desk in the room, turned around and lay down on the bed.

The moment he lay down, all the unknown fatigue dissipated in the air.

After only lying down for a short while, Jiang Han got up and opened the window to ventilate. There was a faint musty smell brewing silently in the room. Baicheng's climate is hot and humid, and the sheets and quilts should be changed frequently, otherwise mushrooms would grow.

He pulled up the off-white curtains, and he could see most of the neighborhood when he lay on the window sill.The unit building where Jiang Han's house is located has good light transmission, even if it is cloudy, the light in the room is not dark.

Jiang Han's room is not small, only 40% of the area is occupied by his bookshelf.Row after row of novels and textbooks with colorful covers rest on the brown-painted wooden shelves.I remember what An Qing said, this bookshelf is old, it seems to be left by my great-grandfather.

He flipped through those books, and suddenly thought of the photo An Qing mentioned earlier.

Jiang Han remembered that An Qing said it was a photo in the English book in the second volume of the seventh grade. He took out the English textbook with a green cover from the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and a photo fell out of the book.

There is no Bie Weimian in the photo, only Jiang Han is smiling foolishly.

What exactly is going on?

Is it...

There is no hungry ghost, nor the boy who appeared in the darkness with a knife, and there is no group photo that appeared out of thin air.

On the contrary, Sun Siming is still alive, and Chu Ci has also transferred to Baicheng No. [-] Middle School, and now he is the only one left even in this photo.

History was changed by Wu Erlou, so... did it cause so many different incidents?

Those events that have changed, lingering in his mind like a kaleidoscope, the whole world is different, only he still remembers it.

"Jiang Han?"

He heard someone calling his name, turned around and found that it was An Qing lying at the door, eating melons and looking at him in a daze.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" An Qing handed him a piece of melon with her left hand, Jiang Han took it and took a bite out of frustration.

"Mom, when did you come back?"

"Me? I just came back, and I saw you here in a daze. What's wrong? Are you in love? Or are you out of love?" An Qing always likes to joke, and Jiang Han has already gotten used to it. Sitting on the armchair, she shrugged, "It's okay. "

"By the way, mom, what happened to the woman in 416? Do you know?"

"She," An Qing gnawed at her mouth, "I don't know. Anyway, I heard that it was a cat scratch, and then... died. I was wondering if she had rabies. Don't tell me, I I wanted to raise a cat back then, but luckily you stopped me from raising it, otherwise, I would have been the one who had the accident."

"Mom, stop talking nonsense." He lowered his head and stroked the layer after layer of bandages on the back of his hand. An Qing noticed the injury on his hand, threw the melon over and grabbed his hand to look around.

"What happened to your hand? Don't tell me it was scratched by a cat."

"Uh... yes... I was waiting for the elevator, and then... I was bitten." Jiang Han didn't know how to explain to An Qing, but it couldn't be said that there was a black bird hanging in the elevator that he thought had stopped eating. The cat, but he scratched himself while he was still alive and then hit and run?

Then An Qing would think that he was talking in his sleep or daydreaming.

"Forget it, let's go to the hospital together after dinner, just in case, you need an injection, do you know?"

"Got it." Jiang Han finished nibbling the melon in his hand, and threw the rind into the trash can.

I had a very bad day all day, and I said too much in one word: annoying.

There are still a lot of strange things around me, and Baicheng has been surrounded by smog recently. The sun hides behind the clouds all day and does not see each other. It is gloomy, and the mood of people is also the same.

An Qing made dinner, which was very homely boiled fish and mapo tofu.Just her and Jiang Han, even if there were too many fried dishes, it would be a waste.In addition, she had worked all day, so she didn't have much energy to spend on it.

After Jiang Han finished washing the dishes, the sky had already darkened, large chunks of dark clouds like splashed ink gathered on the sky, the wind blew across the street, and the light from the street lamps was blurred and brightened.

He went downstairs and pushed his bicycle to the hospital by himself. He originally thought about asking for leave tomorrow before going for an examination, maybe he could skip a few classes.

But Jiang Han always vaguely felt that something would happen tonight.

Uneasiness, anxiety, worry, and terror are rushing towards Baicheng in the night, and there are always people praying silently, hoping that this will be a peaceful night of sleep.

When Jiang Han came out of the hospital, the moon climbed out of the clouds, and the faint light was trying to illuminate the night of Baicheng.

The wind is blowing tonight, the streets and alleys are lit up, the vendors closed their stalls early, taxis and buses are parked on the side of the road, there are no old people walking after dinner, and no office workers carrying briefcases home, the neon lights are down screen.

Baicheng was completely silent.

Tonight, no one will survive.