When He Shu woke up, he thought he was in a dream.

He sat upright in the car. He didn't get out of the car to chase the man and woman, and he didn't experience a thrilling moment of life and death. He only reached out and touched it, his neck was empty, and the pendant was gone.

Not a dream.

His body was weak, and he was tired after intense exercise. His chest was even more unstoppable. The button of his shirt was half-open, and he felt a burning pain.

If it's just a dream, it shouldn't be.

So what happened just now?

He sat in the car and looked out.

The street lights are still dimly lit outside, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the shadows of the trees are whirling, but the signboard of the resort is gone in memory, and it is pitch black in the distance. He Shu lowered his head and used his mobile phone to locate it. Resort, but two kilometers away from here.

That is to say, not only did his eyes have a problem just now, but his navigation also had a problem.

Is it a blindfold?

Someone later rescued himself and put everything back as it was?

He Shu sat quietly for a moment, smoked a cigarette, and started the car to turn around and go back.

He was puzzled. His solution was to stay out of the horns for the time being and let the boat go straight to the bridge. There was no need to embarrass himself.

The car drove all the way back to the city, and when was weak, stomach was very hungry, and it was even more grunting when was waiting for the red light.

He Shu rolled down the car window, and the cool breeze of early autumn came in with soot.

That is the smell of burning paper money. In the past, on this day of the lunar calendar, there were always some people who followed folk customs and burned paper money on the roadside for the passing ancestors and lonely ghosts. With the construction of the city, this kind of behavior is much less now, but occasionally sporadic flames can be seen lit up in the late-night city.

After all, it is early in the morning, and there are sparsely visible vehicles. Some people who are particular or superstitious will not choose to wander outside at this time. On weekdays, there is only one car parked at the intersection of He Shu.

He pressed Lin Xiaopang's phone and was about to go over for a late night snack, but the phone didn't get through, and the mobile phone signal didn't seem to have recovered from the state in the suburbs.

With the last ten seconds left at the red light, He Shu couldn't even open the take-out software. He was a little irritable when he looked up and saw a dog walking slowly across the crosswalk across the road.

He didn't care at first, lowered his head for a second and then raised his head sharply!

The dog was a little taller than an ordinary dog, and his walking posture was also a little weird. It didn't look like he was injured, but rather stiff on the same arm and foot. Under the street light, the dog's fur was glowing with a faint blue-green color.

He fixed his eyes and looked again, where was the dog, it was clearly a paper horse.

The blue-green color on his body is naturally not dog hair, but the colored aluminum foil paper used for origami horses in the incense candle shop.

Zhima didn't know that He Shu had seen it, and was still pretending to be a dog to walk forward, crossed the road, and disappeared into the alley between the two buildings.

He Shu:  …

It's not that scary, actually.

But this kind of bizarre thing happened in front of him, and it was already pale for others, but He Shu was still calm. He watched the paper horse go away, the green light was on, and he continued to drive as if nothing had happened.

Since childhood, I have seen this kind of thing a lot. At that time, he had an accident, his eyes were "sealed" by his grandfather, and he never encountered strange things again. In recent years, there are signs of loosening of the seal. Looking for someone, it was just a matter of life, bumping into something strange and numb from time to time.

It's just that tonight's encounter is the most bizarre and bizarre in the past.

He Shu now just wants to go home and take a bath and get a good night's sleep, as if nothing happened.

When the car drove into the underground parking lot, He Shu was familiar with the road leading to his parking space. He could usually drive there with his eyes closed. Tonight, he paid special attention and drove extra cautiously.

But the more you don't want to encounter anything, the more you will come.

A group of yellow and red objects came into view first.

It lay motionless on the ground, its feathers clearly visible in the headlights.

It seems to be a bird.

This bird is larger than ordinary birds, close to the size of an owl, somewhat like a parrot.

The road was so wide that it was impossible to drive around, so He Shu had no choice but to get out of the car and see if the strange bird was dead or alive. If it was dead, move it aside, call back to find the property owner, and if it was alive, move it to the car and find it tomorrow. a pet hospital.

Although the bird's hair is gorgeous, it is dull, and it is hard to poke it, its eyes are closed, and it has no breath.

Is there someone in this community illegally raising wild animals?

Endangered animals are raised privately and abandoned?

For a moment, the voice-over of "Today's Statement" appeared in He Shu's mind.

He moved the dead bird aside and called the property management, but the cell phone's precarious signal was declared dead under the watchful eyes, and the battery was completely dead.

Helpless, He Shu drove the car to the parking space first, and planned to take the bird to the property for them to call the police.

Unexpectedly, when he parked the car and came back, the bird was gone.

There was not even a single feather in that place.

Did the bird die, or was it picked up?

The bird's feathers are so colorful and gorgeous, it's not surprising that someone picks it up and collects it home. The problem is that it's quiet around the parking lot in the middle of the night. Where did the person suddenly appear?

He Shu rubbed his forehead, and tossed and tossed for most of the night. His eyelids were already fighting up and down. He just wanted to go back and have a good sleep, and he didn't care about the whereabouts of the bird. As a result, he stopped walking not far away.

Not far ahead, there was another dead bird.

The feathers and shape are exactly the same as before.

Surely no bird of the same species would die in the same parking lot?

He Shu stared at the bird for a long time, and the bird seemed to be dead, and it was motionless under his gaze.

This time he didn't bend down to touch it, instead he walked around it and continued walking.

Seeing that he was approaching the passage on the floor where he lived, before He Shu had time to breathe a sigh of relief for the ups and downs of today's experience, he saw another mass lying on the entrance steps of the passage.

It was the dead bird.

He Shu: ...

If there are more than one coincidence, it is not a coincidence.

He Shuxin said that if you insist on pestering me, I will not give you a chance.

Without saying a word, he turned his head and left, preparing to go upstairs through another passage.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of wings fluttering behind him, accompanied by the gust of wind, He Shu had already been prepared, lowered his head to avoid it, and stepped back, only to see the strange bird that was just pretending to be dead on the ground pecking at him with its sharp beak!

With its ferocity, how could it still look like he was about to die just now?

He Shu didn't even think about it, he threw the plastic bag in his hand and smashed it directly on the bird. There were several bottles of Coke in there. He bought it a few days ago, and he kept it in the car and forgot to take it. He slammed it straight, and the force was so great that the strange bird fell to the ground on the spot, and its body was covered by a plastic bag, and it took a while to flutter out.

He Shu was in no hurry to leave.

The strange bird was obviously coming for him, and he could not escape on the first day of the new year but on the fifteenth day.

While forming the seal, he tried his best to recall the way his grandfather taught him to defend against the enemy. After many years, he was lazy and had almost forgotten it. He only vaguely remembered that this handprint seemed to be used to ward off evil spirits.

But this strange bird is still fluttering in a plastic bag. It doesn't seem to have a high IQ. Is there such a demon?

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

The familiar voice reminded He Shu: "Is it you who just rescued me in the suburbs?"

After pulling it, the strange bird broke free from the plastic bag, and seemed to give him a vicious look. Instead of attacking, it turned around and flew away, disappearing from sight in a blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the broken plastic bag and a few bottles of Coke scattered on the ground, He Shu would have thought that everything he just saw was an illusion.

There were too many ups and downs tonight. He was so tired that he didn't want to complain, his mind was numb and calm, he picked up the cokes one by one, and finally came to the elevator entrance. He Shu has never felt like going home like this. so tough.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

He Shu had already formed a conditioned reflex, and subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, and directly threw Coke on the ground with his hands in a defensive posture.

Visitor:  …

Eyes wide open.

The other party was wearing a yellow uniform, sweating profusely without concealing his exhaustion, and he had several bags in his left and right hands, a profession He Shu was extremely familiar with.

"Big brother, you live in this building, right?" After two seconds of shock, the other party said first.

He Shu raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"I still have an order here. It's almost time. It's very urgent. If you are overtime, you will lose money. Can you help me deliver this takeaway first, at 1102, okay?"

Coincidentally, the building where He Shu lived had two houses on one staircase, and 1102 happened to be opposite him.

Seeing that he had no objection, the other party immediately shoved the white plastic bag with the lunch box in his hand into his hand, and thanked him repeatedly as he stepped back and trotted.

"Thank you, brother, thank you, please!"

He Shu always couldn't catch up and stuff the takeaway back with his hands, and he didn't have the strength anymore.

He Shu has lived in 1101 for two years. He heard that the owner of the opposite door is out of town, and the owner bought the house for investment. Until half a month ago, the opposite door would occasionally come and go in the middle of the night, but He Shu himself Going out early and returning late, so far I haven't been able to meet my new neighbors.

It seems that this is also a night owl type of resident.

The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor.

Looking at the familiar floor numbers, He Shu felt a sense of ease when he returned from a calamity.

He plans to not go out tomorrow, rest at home and think about whether his grandfather left any old friends. He can visit him at some time to solve the strange things that happened to him last night. His eyes were "sealed", and if he couldn't see it, he would just pretend that nothing happened.

While thinking wildly, he pressed the doorbell of 1102.

After about ten seconds, enough time for He Shu to become impatient, the door finally opened.

He Shu was taken aback when he saw the person coming.

The other party's clothes are very ordinary, black T-shirts that can be seen everywhere on the street, and gray long cotton trousers at home.

But what makes He Shu stunned is precisely the temperament of the other party who has nothing to do with Jujia, or even the opposite.

He even subconsciously searched in his mind whether he had heard of such a star.

"Did you order takeaway? I live opposite your door, and I happened to meet a deliveryman downstairs, and he asked me to deliver it to you."

The other party's expression was indifferent, and he didn't mean to greet and thank him at all.

"I've never ordered takeout."

After all, close the door.

"and many more!"

He Shu quickly stopped him with sharp eyes and hands, annoyed.

"Obviously you called it, and they made it very clear, 1102, did someone in your family order it and you don't know? Take it, I'm going back!"

He had a general impression of this new neighbor, and he was no longer interested in saying a word.

But the other party not only refused to answer, but said to him, "Open it and have a look."

He Shu was baffled.

Speaking of this, He Shu opened the bag and took out the lunch box inside.

Most takeaway lunch boxes now use biodegradable plastics, and he has not seen a foam lunch box like the one in his hand for many years.

Only then did He Shu realize that the lunch box was so light that it weighed almost nothing in his hand.

Even if there is only one fried chicken leg inside, it is impossible to be so light.

The moment he opened the lunch box, He Shu's expression changed.

The pendant that was lost to save the man in the suburbs just now appeared in the lunch box.

The peach wood was scorched to black, and when touched it with hand, it turned into powder, and fingertips were covered with powder.

This is a warning!

This sentence popped up in He Shu's mind for no reason. He found that no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember the face of the delivery man. Instead, the woman's sentence "Are you looking for me" resounded infinitely, reminding him of what he just encountered just now.

The man suddenly approached.

He Shu was caught off guard, only to feel the breath rushing towards his face, as cold as the other party, but with an indescribable fragrance.

It's very similar, the aftertaste of the incense ash wafting in the air after burning out.

"You don't smell right."

He didn't react for a while, let the tip of the man's nose almost close to his own, and then went down his cheeks, sniffing lightly at the neck and shoulders, with a strong breath, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Your death is near."