Pushing open the restaurant door and feeling the cold wind in winter, I shrank my neck.

I subconsciously turned around and saw the waiter's back. He quickly entered the restaurant kitchen and could no longer see it.

At the entrance of the restaurant, you can also see the TV screen, but the angle is wrong. I only saw a child wearing a school uniform, and I don’t know what is put in the news.

I raised my hand and looked at my palm, and there was always a strange feeling lingering in my heart.

After walking back to the fat man's house, the two of them were still dozing off.

I called them up and turned on the TV while unpacking the packaging bag.

The local station’s midday news is introducing the recent exhibition activities of Minqing, and there is no such social news.

I changed the station and finally saw reports related to ourselves.

The hospital's pediatrics building appeared in my field of view, and there were also blue plastic cloths used by the police to block the view and protect the scene.

The reporter does not know the details of the incident now, and the casualties report is just a vague number.

My hand that picked up the bun stopped.

Those people have corpses, and I can fully revive them with my ability.

Chen Yihan knew about this, and the special police members also knew about it. But Chen Yihan never looked for me again.

Are you not going to resurrect these people?

I don’t know what Chen Yihan planned, but I just feel a sense of regret when I think of those children and Han Yun.

Heartache is not a question.

I am not married or children, and my sister is already an adult. It is too difficult to have some strong feelings for my young children.

What's more, the biggest victim and greatest hero of the whole incident should be Han Yun.

He had to be an old ghost who had lived for a long time. He was like a ghost king, free and reckless, and he didn't have to bear much burden at all.

But he carried the souls of those children on his own.

I was a little lost when I pinched the bun. In a flash, I felt that my thoughts were just the result of my own imagination.

Qingye's people were willing to die tragically, and Han Yun was willing to wipe out his existence.

They all just chose the path they wanted to go.

Those ordinary people are unavailable.

I felt a pain in my palm, and the traces left by Mingsit seemed to have become deeper.

I suddenly saw a phantom and had auditory hallucinations.

It feels like entering a dream, but it is different.

I am still a bystander and empathize with the person involved to a certain extent, but in addition, I feel another strong emotion.

The strange feeling that enveloped my heart became stronger and stronger.

I suddenly realized that it was what Mingsit said, the feeling of death.

The moment I figured out this, the phantoms and auditory hallucinations became extremely clear.

"Hey? Well. You called the wrong phone number."

"Hey, 18824124531, is this number? Zhang Yu, right?"

"Well……"

"You really don't remember who I am? Alas, really... why are you like this? I really didn't see that you are like this before. Ou Yo, really... tsk... haven't remembered it yet?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little angry, and he sighed loudly several times, and asked again.

This sounds like a scam call routine.

But I felt the hesitation of the person involved.

I saw the person's appearance. The middle-aged man seemed to be in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a bloated down jacket, holding a cell phone in one hand and a bag of vegetables and meat in the other hand, as if he had just returned from the vegetable market.

He was waiting for the green light on the side of the road. The green light came on, and he followed the crowd forward, a little absent-minded.

Soon, he suddenly realized, "It's Da Zhang? Da Zhang, right? Ah, really, I didn't hear it at all. I haven't contacted it for a long time. Da Zhang, Zhang Yongjian is right? Sorry, sorry. I haven't contacted it for a long time, and I haven't contacted it since I graduated. Why do you have the number of me?" He felt a little suspicious in his heart.

"I asked. Who did you ask before... I will write it down in the class group. Are you in the group? I remember you seem to be there." The person on the other end of the phone became more and more fluent.

"I am not very good at operating. I am chatting on the Internet now, so I can't use it very much."

"You weren't like this before."

"Don't mention it. As soon as people get older, they are not very good. I have been at home for a long time and are out of touch with society."

"Oh, I heard of it. Who has ever said it? How are you now? Are you free now?"

"It's free now. Both grandchildren are going to school, so I'll pick them up sooner or later, which is much better than before."

The two started chatting.

I soon saw another figure.

A man in his twenties and thirties sat in a cramped office, wearing headphones, looking at the headset, talking on the phone at the computer screen.

There are people around him, and the movements are basically the same.

After a while, the man hung up the phone, typing on the keyboard a few times, and adding information behind the string of mobile phone numbers.

"This is basically done. I will let him get money next time." The man took off his headphones, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and said to the people around him.

His voice was obviously different from what he had just now. It was no longer the low voice of a middle-aged man, but his voice became much younger.

He stood up, hummed a song, and watched the people around him responding to him while talking on the phone.

He walked out of the cramped office and turned into the bathroom next to him.

I have confirmed that this is a fraud gang, but there are not many people, and probably no amount of money has been defrauded.

So far, everything has nothing to do with supernatural powers, and I have not seen Mingsit.

I was wondering how this strange illusion would end, and the feeling of death surged into my heart again.

The man was washing his hands in the sink, looking up at the mirror, shaking his hair dyed red.

He was quickly attracted to the mirror.

I also looked at the mirror intently.

In the mirror, the frivolous young man in his twenties and thirties, dyed with red hair is changing.

He touched his hair in confusion, and his palms quickly turned red.

It seems that the hair color is fading and the hair is falling off.

He smacked his lips and rubbed his short hair that was still flowing again.

The red hair and red pigment in his hands made him curse.

"What's the thing! Grass! Fading, hair loss! Those bastards..." He walked out in a daze, and did not return to the office, but grabbed a down jacket from the empty living room, put it on and walked out.

When he went out, he slammed the door hard to vent his anger, and his hair was shaken down.

I saw the white hair that appeared on his head.

He quickly walked downstairs and came out of the five-story residential building.

This place seems to be a newly picked community, and it looks like a village in the city. The building layout is a bit chaotic and there are not many people.

When the cold wind blew, the man couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He coughed twice, but he didn't stop, and he started coughing more and more violently.

I saw him covering his mouth with his hands and his body gradually hunched over.

This is not because of a cough.

His body was indeed shrinking, from his originally close to 1.8 meters tall, to about 1.7 meters. At the same time, his two eyes exposed outside also became turbid.

When he put down his hand, his face changed.

His face turned into another person.

A strange middle-aged man looked haggard and terminally ill.

The scene I saw changed again.

The man who answered the phone, Zhang Yu, was clumsyly asking questions in the group.

“…Da Zhang?”

"Yes, Xiao Zhang Da Zhang, Da Zhang. I'm not Xiao Zhang, he Da Zhang, Zhang Yongjian. It turns out that we have a good relationship. We broke off contact as soon as we graduated. I never knew where he went."

"He graduated and returned to his hometown, but he became ill not long after. He had lung cancer. There was no news later. He should have been there long ago."

Listening to such voice messages, Zhang Yu was stunned.

On the other side, I saw the young man who had turned old to walk to a barber shop and fell to the ground before he could push the door open.

His frightened face was reflected on the glass door.
Chapter completed!