Sanchakou

Chapter 5 Photos
That night, Jiang Zhongtian was lying alone in the empty apartment, half asleep, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door quietly.

He listened, and the voice disappeared again.

He closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of pulling the door sounded again.

He shivered: who is outside the door?

In Harbin, no one knew his address.

Did someone go through the wrong door?But why didn't he ring the doorbell?
Obviously, the person outside the door didn't want to make any noise, so he yanked it down with all his strength, as if he wanted to pull down the thick anti-theft door.

Jiang Zhongtian got up, quietly walked out of the bedroom, came to the security door, and looked through the peephole...

Hong Yuan actually stood upright in the dark corridor!

There was a light on in the corridor, and he stood under the dim light, with white band-aids on his face, staring at the cat's eyes stupidly, as if he saw Jiang Zhongtian...

This was Jiang Zhongtian's first dream of Hong Yuan after he fled Qihetai City with a huge sum of money.

He thought it was a bad omen.

The next day, he didn't go out for almost a day, huddled in the house, and even called for three meals.

He has been on the Internet.

After he ran away, Hong Yuan didn't say a word to him by email, such as tricking him to come back, or scolding him, or complaining, or threatening...

E-mail is the only channel through which Hong Yuan's voice can reach Jiang Zhongtian's ears.

This incident made Jiang Zhongtian very strange all the time, and he was even more uncertain.

That night, Jiang Zhongtian dreamed that someone was quietly knocking on the door again.He came to the cat and looked out, only to see Hong Yuan standing alone in the corridor with his face full of Band-Aids, and he couldn't tell what expression he had...

This time was a little different from the last time—there was no light in the corridor, and it was dark.Hong Yuan turned out to be white and bright, like the person on the luminous badge.The criss-crossed Band-Aids on his face were black.

He still stared blankly at Jiang Zhongtian in the cat's eyes...

After waking up, a strange lump formed in Jiang Zhongtian's heart.

Why do I have the same dream for two nights?

Is it just a coincidence?

Suspiciously, he walked gently to the anti-theft door and looked out through the cat's eyes. It was dark outside and he couldn't see anything.

His heart relaxed a little, and he strode back to the bedroom.

He thought: It must be that he was too afraid of the nightmare last night, so it resurfaced in his brain tonight.

On the third day, Jiang Zhongtian still didn't dare to go out, and kept surfing the Internet in the house.He had only one meal that day, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

He has no appetite.

Finally, it was dark again.

He was already terrified of sleeping—tonight, would he still have that nightmare?What will Hong Yuan look like tonight?Tonight, would he slip through the door lightly and walk into the bedroom like a walking corpse?

In a trance, Jiang Zhongtian heard the sound of pulling the door with difficulty again!
He shivered, struggling to wake from the shallower layers of the nightmare.

He turned on the light, sat up, thought blankly for a while, and got off the ground.

He went to the suitcase and opened it.

He wants to read a book.

There are several books in the suitcase, all of which he brought from Qihetai City, including a "Bible".He picked it up and flipped it over.

Something fell out.

He looked down, as if someone who had been in the dark for a long time suddenly saw a strong light, his heart tightened suddenly.

It's Hong Yuan's photo!

Standing next to him was a strange woman that Jiang Zhongtian had never seen before.

How did this photo get into this book?
Jiang Zhongtian thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember when he saw this photo.

He tried to tear it off, but stopped again.He took it to the desk, turned on the lamp, and looked at it carefully.

Hong Yuan's expression was a bit dull, like a sleepwalker, he seemed to be staring at the camera, and seemed to be looking thousands of miles away.

How similar this expression is to Hong Yuan that Jiang Zhongtian dreamed about two days ago!
Looking at it, Jiang Zhongtian became frightened.

He avoided Hong Yuan's face and turned his gaze to the woman next to him.

This woman is very gorgeously dressed, and she looks like a high-end product.She smiled slightly, and looked at Jiang Zhongtian endlessly, that look seemed to penetrate his brain and bones.

In this quiet night, under this faint light, Jiang Zhongtian was afraid of this look.

Her eyebrows are thick, her eyes are big, her nose bridge is high, and her mouth is very square... But Jiang Zhongtian still thinks that she is not beautiful, even a little ugly.

A man's feeling is always the only criterion for a woman's beauty.

Jiang Zhongtian persevered and looked at this unknown woman for a while, and gradually felt that she was not just a matter of beauty and ugliness, but rather... a little strange.

By the way, she looks a bit weird!
Why do you feel this way?The more Jiang Zhongtian was afraid, the more he wanted to find the answer.

He opened the drawer, took out a magnifying glass, and stared at this strange woman through it, examining her hairline, forehead, eyebrows, eyeballs, cheekbones, bridge of nose, nostrils, mouth, chin, neck...

He was startled - he could see a masculinity from this woman's face!
Just like the positive and negative poles collided with each other, a thunderbolt exploded in his mind!
That thick hair, that large pores, that rough skin...

These are not the most important, the most obvious is her eyes, which are definitely not the eyes of a woman!

Jiang Zhongtian felt that this woman was a painted skin, but inside she was actually a man.This man was well hidden, only a pair of eyeballs were exposed, peeking out...

Even if she is a woman, the elders have said: women with masculinity are unlucky women.

Jiang Zhongtian opened the drawer and stuffed this inexplicable photo into it.

After stunned for a while, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Wen Xin's cell phone tremblingly.This was the first time he had called her since he fled for two years.

He didn't know if Wenxin was still waiting for him.

At present, these are not important anymore, he just wants to find out about Hong Yuan through her.

There is a saying: Two kinds of people are the most dangerous if they are not in your sight, one is your children, the other is your enemy.Jiang Zhongtian didn't know any news about Hong Yuan, he didn't know his position, and he didn't know his expression.

Maybe, he went to the south again; maybe, he came to Harbin, and he was already close to the apartment he lived in; maybe, his face had become as black as coal, full of murderous looks; maybe, his face had become like paper Bai, smiling all the time...

In Qihetai City, Wenxin is the closest person to him.She was his girlfriend, the two had lived together for half a year, and now he could only call her.

"Beep—beep—beep—" Jiang Zhongtian's heart was about to jump out of his throat——as soon as the phone was connected, Qihetai City seemed to be right in front of him.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

He hung up the phone suddenly.

After a long time, his heartbeat calmed down a little bit.

Did Wenxin change her cell phone?

After a while, he dialed Wenxin's cell phone number again.

He had to make the call.He couldn't bear this kind of suffering anymore, he felt that he was about to collapse.

Now, he had to find out what Hong Yuan was doing, even though he knew it was taking a risk and risking his life.

This time, the phone was picked up, and Wen Xin's voice came from inside!
"Hi, hello." Jiang Zhongtian's heart beat wildly again.

He understands that whether he will be a guest or a prisoner for the rest of his life may depend on whether he opens his mouth at this time.

"Hello? Please speak!" Wenxin's voice became louder.

He panicked and hung up the phone.

While he was in a daze, the phone rang.

He looked and saw that it was Wenxin calling.

He was cruel and accepted.

"Who are you?" Wenxin asked very unfriendly.

"It's me." Jiang Zhongtian said in a low voice.

"You are..." Wenxin didn't recognize his voice.

"I am Zhongtian." He said again in a low voice.

Wen Xin froze for a moment, only the sound of "Zi Zi" in the microphone.

"I'm sorry, Wenxin..." After a few seconds of silence, Wenxin suddenly cried, "Bastard, where are you?" "I'm in Dali...how are you?" Wenxin cried for a while, and finally Stopped, she said quietly: "I'm fine." Jiang Zhongtian asked coldly: "What is Hong Yuan doing now?" "He's dead." "Dead?" Jiang Zhongtian almost fainted! "When?" "The day before yesterday." Jiang Zhongtian was stunned.

The day before yesterday!

It was the night before yesterday that Hong Yuan appeared outside his door in a dream...

"He, how did he die?" "The car overturned on the winding mountain road and fell into a deep ditch. His head was broken... The body was cremated just yesterday. I went to the crematorium to take a look. It looked like that... It's horrible." Wen Xin's voice trembled at this point.Obviously, recalling that scene was a violent stimulus for her.

"He's the only one in the car?" "There's another woman, she's driving the car." "Is it his wife?" "No." "Is that his girlfriend?" "No, he hasn't Girlfriend." "Then who is she?" "Her face was so badly mangled that she couldn't be recognized at all. Moreover, she didn't have any documents on her body. Now, she is still lying in the crematorium, waiting for someone to come to identify the body. In the past two years, Hong Yuan has been alone, and no woman has a close relationship with him. The police questioned everyone who knew Hong Yuan, and no one knew who this woman was, and no one knew that Hong Yuan had a relationship with him on the night of the accident. Someone left." After a pause, Wen Xin said again: "Hong Yuan's face was beautiful in the crematorium, his whole head was almost made of plaster, and he was dumbfounded. Although I only took a look, I think it looks like that I'll never forget it as long as I live." "Looks like I'll never have a chance..." "What did you say?" "Well, no one would believe it. At the time, I just wanted to borrow his funds. I had A friend of mine is in the clothing business—you’ve seen him, that’s the big guy—he’s sending a batch of goods to Russia and urgently needs a sum of money. According to him, the profit from this shipment can be multiplied tenfold, and he’ll share it with me in the end. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I took out Hong Yuan's money and handed it over to him when I came to Harbin... I didn't expect to lose it all, and only got back less than 20. I have been doing business for the past two years, looking forward to making a fortune Cai, return the money to Hong Yuan, and apologize to him face to face..." "Are you in Harbin?" Wen Xin asked alertly.

"No, I'm in Dali, I came last year." Too many words will lead to mistakes, and Jiang Zhongtian's lie exposed a hole.

Wenxin said: "...are you coming back?" Jiang Zhongtian was stunned for a while, and said: "Let's pass some days." After a pause, he asked: "Back then, Hong Yuan...did not report the crime?" "No." "He Why didn't you report it?" "How do I know!" Jiang Zhongtian thought for a while and said, "Okay, we will contact you later. Take care of yourself." "Take care of you too." Putting down the phone, Jiang Zhongtian already had an intuition: Wenxin has a master.

It's a sensitive issue, and both sides are avoiding it.

Jiang Zhongtian didn't have time to think about this matter now, his brain was filled with Hong Yuan's death.

He gently opened the drawer and took out the photo again.

Hong Yuan stared at him blankly, and he also stared at Hong Yuan blankly.

He felt his body getting lighter and lighter, and finally became as light as a paper doll, without any strength to support himself, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him away.

Hong Yuan passed.

He firmly believed that Hong Yuan had passed.

When Hong Yuan was alive, he couldn't find him through iron shoes.However, when his car crashed and died in a blink of an eye, he became a ghost, and he was three feet off the ground.

The old people said that the souls of the dead like to look for their bodies and images, and as long as there is a picture of him, they will attract it...

Jiang Zhongtian took this photo, walked through the bathroom, and lit it with a match.

The tongue of fire seemed to be the dividing line between life and death, moving slowly, and Hong Yuan was twisted in the fire, leaving only one leg, one arm, half face, half mouth, and one eyeball—this eyeball was still staring blankly. Looking at Jiang Zhongtian...

Flames spread to the woman.

She looked at Jiang Zhongtian with a smile in the fire, and there was something chilling in her eyes.

When she was about to turn into ashes, her face became more and more ferocious and less and less human.

The moment she disappeared into the fire, Jiang Zhongtian's hair stood up with a "swipe" - it was her!This ominous woman, she took Hong Yuan's life away!
She is a hooker!

(End of this chapter)