1. Disappeared
The last time I received Z’s text message was two months ago. The content was only a short sentence “I’m broken in love.” After that, Z didn’t hear anything, even the phone. They are all empty numbers. Although I know that her phone will definitely not get through now, I have been calling Z continuously for the past two months, but every time I hear the voice system: “You dial The phone number is empty, please call after inquiries.”
I called the police, and soon the police came to me to record a statement. After understanding everything, I asked to follow along. After all, in this city, Z is the only friend of mine.
However, as a friend of Z, I feel that I am quite a failure, because in the past few years, I have not even figured out what the nature of Z’s work is. Most of the time, we communicate via the Internet or text messages, and we rarely even call.
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Z’s residence is not big, about 60 square meters, the room structure is excellent, the decoration is very simple but orderly, mainly white, white The curtains (the curtains are half open), the white round coffee table, the double sofa, the single bed, the wardrobe, almost all the furniture and furnishings that can be seen indoors are all white. If today is a sunny day and the outside sunlight is shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole house looks quite warm, but it is a cloudy day. Facing such whiteness, plus Z’s disappearance, my heart will inevitably get hairy.
The police searched the house all over the house, and the neighbors around had also finished their questions. They didn’t check it, so they came, so I had to stop work and leave. I was left alone and refused to leave for a long time. . I think I have found something by searching everywhere, such as whether there are any letters or the like, maybe I will know some clues.
I walked from the kitchen to the living room, from the living room to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom. I walked repeatedly a few times. I carefully observed every corner of the room. Pay attention to every detail, because I always feel that it is impossible for a living person to disappear for no reason, and there is no trace, even though it is true.
“Dang, Dang, Dang.”-Three bells ringing from the Bell and Drum Building in the center of the city, telling the time on the hour, even at night.
It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I looked around for the last time and left in a hurry. Even so, I was late for work.