Zhang Zheng’s wife is dead.
More than four o’clock in the morning is the darkest time of the day in the northern winter, and it is also the time when people are sleeping at their best. The old sweeper is cleaning the street and he suddenly hears ” With a muffled sound, something fell from the sky and slammed it heavily on the snow, splashing snow debris.
Pharaoh’s head was startled, he rubbed his dim eyes and looked over, and saw a dark mass. “Who is so ethical, throwing trash out of the window, and hitting people? What should I do? Really deserve to be punished!” Lao Wang grumbled and walked over. With the dim street light, he found that the object was gurgling outside. With the liquid, the liquid instantly seeped into the snow, and the white snow was stained with bright colors. That is… the color of blood!
Old Wang sat on the ground with his head. He finally saw clearly that it was a person, a woman, to be precise, a female body. Her head has been smashed into a deformed shape, and the blood and brain plasma exudes wisps of heat slowly flowing outward. Pharaoh’s head trembled for a long time before he remembered that he should call the police.
She jumped from the seventh floor facing the street, leaving no words. There was no one else in the family on the night of the incident. When the police found Zhang Zheng, he was playing in the Internet cafe with red eyes.
Hearing the bad news, he didn’t believe it at first, staring at his bloodshot eyes and said, “You must be mistaken, she just called me back.” Seeing the body, He was so stupid that he covered his cheeks with his hands, not daring to look again. Because that face was so horrible, it couldn’t be connected with Qin Yi, whom he knew so well.
They have been married for more than four years, and Zhang Zheng has never played enough. First he played mahjong to fight the landlords, then he became addicted to slot machines, and once lost tens of thousands of yuan. Qinyi forgave him time and time again, and paid his gambling debt time and time again, because she loves Zhang Zheng very much and hopes to influence him with her tenderness and kindness.
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Finally one day, Zhang Zhengzhi vowed to never gamble again. But only half a year later, Zhang Zheng was hopelessly obsessed with online games, and he was stuck in it. Especially in the past year, Zhang Zheng has hardly spent the night at home. He went home from get off work almost every day to finish his meal, and went straight to the Internet cafe with a touch of his mouth. It’s too scarce, just squint in the Internet cafe or work unit. For this reason, he has long become the “iron warrior” everyone admired in Internet cafes.
Qinyi’s sad eyes, lingering tears, and phone calls in the middle of the night have long been accustomed to Zhang Zheng, and he can’t shake his will in the Internet cafe. But he never expected that Qin Yi would choose to commit suicide as a path of no return.
He tried to recall the last time Qin Yi hung up on him: “Come back, I’m so lonely.” Almost sad.The tone of the request seemed to be the same as usual, nothing unusual. By the way, he suddenly remembered the last sentence she said: “If you don’t come back, you…will regret it!” The tone was surprisingly calm.
Now, Zhang Zheng really regrets it. He returned home, in the empty room at the beginning of the year, a strange feeling that he had never felt before came from the bottom of his heart. Is it guilt? Is it sad? Or is it fear or something else? He didn’t even know how to say it himself, but was faintly uneasy.
At night, he did not go online for an unprecedented time. Lying on the bed and closing his eyes, he seemed to see Qin Yi’s bloody body again. Zhang Zheng forced himself to think about nothing, but he still tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The clock on the table had already struck twelve times, and Zhang Zheng began to count the sheep: “One, two, three…” As soon as he counted to “ten”, a dazzling white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then disappeared again, suddenly It lights up again, then goes off suddenly, and so on. Zhang Zheng’s heart tensed, and he opened his eyes hurriedly, only to see the light on the ceiling flickering. what happened? Is there a ghost? Zhang Zheng thought of this, even the roots of his hair stood up.
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With the rapid flashing of the lamp, Zhang Zheng’s brain is also flashing rapidly. He suddenly remembered that the lamp was broken and had not been replaced. Did he forget to turn off the lamp? He courageously got up, got out of bed, touched the switch, and really forgot to turn off the light. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn’t help feeling ridiculous for what he had just thought: Where is the ghost in the world?
Pressing the switch and getting into bed, he felt as if he had touched something cold in the darkness. Reaching out to touch it, I actually touched a hand, a hand that was as cold as ice and invaded the bones! Zhang Zheng rolled to the floor with a sound of “God”. He lay under the bed, his body was like a sieve. He did not dare to look into the bed, but he could clearly feel the two beams of bitter gaze.
“You… forgive me, Qinyi… I, I know you hate me, I, I will burn you a lot of coins… I promise, I Never go online again, I promise you, I swear!” Zhang Zheng couldn’t help but squeeze out such incoherent words from his trembling lips and clashing teeth.
“Go back—come—come back, go back—come—be, I—well—solitary—alone—ah—” the cold and miserable voice seemed It came from far away, but it was very clear. The pale moonlight filled every corner of the room, and the incomplete figure swayed between the floor and the walls, like a candle in the wind.
The whole house became icy in a flash, and Zhang Zheng felt as if he had been frozen. A drop of salty and viscous liquid fell on his face, slowly flowed into his mouth, and was still dripping continuously, the floor, walls, furniture… everything gradually turned red. A piece of blood red!
When Zhang Zheng woke up, it was bright and the sun was shining in warmly. There is nothing unusual in the room, everything is the same. Could it be that what happened last night was just a nightmare? Zhang Zheng wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, and still couldn’t help thinking back to the horrible scene, because it was so real.