Chapter 3 third chapter

Now, let's go back to April Fool's night. In this dimly lit small coffee shop on West Nanjing Road, the distraught third-year student in front of me told me this extremely bizarre story for two full hours. I kept listening during the whole process. At first I listened as an April Fool's Day joke, but then I suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter. There might be some ulterior secret hidden in it, and Lin Hai just The innocent lamb was drawn into a dangerous vortex.Yes, Lin Hai is so fearful and tense, and there is indeed his reason. Anyone who goes through this kind of thing and does not become mentally ill is considered very strong—unless he has become mentally ill.

Then, he spread out the palm of his left hand to me, and the red letters "Aider moi" immediately jumped into my eyes. Looking at the words in his palm, I finally spoke: "Is this the French word for 'help me'?" "Yes, I think this is some kind of message from the ghost to me, and Margaret said the same in that DVD. But, I still can't understand, where to save her?" Facing his question, I could only shake my head and say, "Stop thinking about it, talk about something else. Did you come to me because you saw my book?" "Yes, I think you will be very interested in Margaret."

"You guessed it right, the inspiration of the book did come from, and it did come from the story of Marguerite and Lamour. I have always wanted to write their story into my novel, because it is such a touching love. But I shook my head again and said, "Unfortunately, Alexandre Dumas has already written it, and the French made this story into a movie "Queen Margot". Ni's version." "I've read all your books, especially the last two. You often tell those mysterious stories in your novels. I don't know if you have experienced those things yourself, but I think you must be eager for material of similar things. Bar."

"Now you have delivered to my door?" Lin Hai said noncommittally: "Although I thought of looking for you, I didn't know your contact method. Just when I was desperate, I heard that you were going to be a guest chat room of Keyunjian.com. I found out about it yesterday. I ran to the Internet cafe here this afternoon, first logged into the chat room of Yunjian.com, and asked you a question under the name of De La Moore. I think this can deepen your impression of me. After the chat, I immediately ran under the opposite building and stood there waiting for you." "If that's the case, haven't you even eaten dinner?"

He only smiled wryly: "The ghost haunting me has already made me forget my hunger." I quickly called the waiter and asked them to serve some more dim sum. "Thank you." Lin Hai suddenly felt a little embarrassed, lowered his head and said, "Although I guessed that you would be interested, I didn't expect you to care about this matter so much, and you don't look much older than me." "Everyone who has met me says so. You are a junior this year, but I'm only five years older than you." I pointed to the dim sum and said, "Hurry up, even if you're a scary ghost, it's better than you." It’s better to be a starving ghost.”

Lin Hai was indeed hungry, he looked around habitually, and started to eat voraciously. While he was eating snacks, I was also thinking about how to deal with this matter.All the things I know so far, except for the parchment in the tin box and the French "Save me" in his hand, are all from Lin Hai's dictation. In fact, he can't produce any evidence. But my intuition makes me believe everything Lin Hai said, whether there are ghosts in the world or not, but maybe this is true for him, so what about me? Lin Hai finished eating quickly, and at this moment I made a request to him: "Excuse me, can I take a picture of the words on the parchment?"

He grabbed the tin box tightly: "Why?" "I have a friend who is studying in France. He specializes in the study of French history. I want to take pictures of the words on the parchment with a digital camera and send them to my friend's mailbox. I think he can interpret the words on the parchment. .” After hesitating for a moment, Lin Hai finally nodded: "Okay, just shoot whatever you want." By this time I had taken out my digital camera from my bag. Lin Hai unfolded the parchment carefully, and let me take pictures of the words on the parchment with a digital camera.However, I didn't shoot the whole thing, only about half of the content, I think it is enough to send these things to France.

After the photo was taken, Lin Hai rolled up the parchment again and put it back into the tin box. He took a long breath and said to himself, "I finally said it today." "Yeah, if you keep this kind of thing in your heart, you will definitely get mentally ill." Lin Hai didn't seem to understand what I meant, he smiled wryly and said, "I also want to thank you for listening." "Don't worry, I will definitely help you. I will treat the things you told me just now as a gift from God. This is such a rare material for a novel. Even if Agatha Christie is invited, I will You can’t even figure it out.”

"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Then, Lin Hai gave me his phone number, E-mail, QQ and other contact information. Although I wanted to chat with him a few more words, he couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and looked around nervously, as if the ghost was still peeping around him. Lin Hai put the tin box back into his bag, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't stay any longer, I have to go back to school quickly, I'm afraid that if I stay outside, I will be..." He paused, and I asked suspiciously, "What will happen?" But Lin Hai's face had turned pale, he pursed his lips and said nothing, then he handed the money to the waiter, and ran out of the cafe without even taking the change.

I was in a hurry to chase out, but was stopped by the waiter. It turned out that he wanted to give me some change. By the time I got the change and rushed out of the cafe, Lin Hai had already disappeared on Nanjing West Road, leaving only streamers all over the street. overflow color. night, already deep. But this April Fool's night still attracted countless men and women walking past me laughing and laughing, maybe there is a ghost hidden among them? My heart suddenly trembled, and I immediately stopped a taxi and left here. It was nearly midnight when I got home, but I still burned the night light and entered all the photos from the digital camera into the computer.Reading a parchment on a computer screen is a very different kind of experience. Although I can’t understand the medieval French, I have a faint feeling that there is something hidden between the words. Is it really a big secret?

I went online immediately, and sent the parchment photo to Yuli's mailbox in France in JPG format.Yu Li is a big net worm, I think he will receive it soon. At this time, I was really sleepy, the night outside the window was dark, and the April Fool's Day night in Shanghai had passed.And what will Paris look like at this moment?