Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Death List

After finishing my work at noon, I left the cemetery directly and rode home to have lunch.Feeling a little tired, I took a nap.In the afternoon, I agreed with the editor to go to the "Border Town News" newspaper office to pick up those newspapers. The "Border Town News" newspaper office is located in the Mines Bureau building.Jixi is a coal city, and the status of the Mining Bureau is self-evident.It is said that the director of the Mining Bureau and the mayor are at the same level, and it may be the same in other coal cities.The Bureau of Mines Building is one of the tallest buildings in the city, and it is built one-third more grandly than the city government.After explaining the situation to the guard, I went straight into the building.It happened that the elevator stopped on the first floor, and the door was open again. I took a step in, and the elevator door closed.I pressed the floor 4 where "Border Town Newspaper" was located, and I let out a sigh of relief, wondering if I could find that newspaper in a while.

The light in the upper right corner is blinking.I stared at that little light and thought something was wrong. -1, -2... Hey, why did the elevator go down when I pressed 4? Nowadays, it is not uncommon for ordinary high-rise residences to have a basement and a second basement, but at that time, there were not many buildings with elevators in our entire Jixi City. Let alone a basement, how could there be a second basement? The elevator is still running, and the indicator lights are flashing downwards, -3, -4... With a ding, the elevator reminded that it had reached the desired floor, and the doors opened to both sides.

I only felt a little weird, but I didn't feel that there was anything wrong.I thought that the elevator must have broken down temporarily, and there might be a fourth basement floor, but the moment the door opened, I took two steps back, afraid of seeing something strange that I had never seen before.The fourth floor underground, wouldn't it be the fourth floor of hell. Fortunately, after the elevator door opened, the scene outside was no different from before.In the long corridor, there are many flower pots on both sides, and there are bulletin boards on the wall for advanced individuals in the editorial department.It seemed that he was scaring himself again, it was just that the elevator was out of order and the display was wrong. The editorial office of the "Border Town News" supplement is in the second room from the right.I knocked on the door as usual, quietly, there was no sound for a long time.Hey, it was clearly an appointment, did the editors go to the editor-in-chief for a meeting?

I pushed lightly, and with a creak, the door swung open. Generally, it is not uncommon for their editors to go to meetings, and those who frequent them like me have figured out the rules.If no one comes to open the door, just push the door open and go in, sit on a sofa, pour yourself a cup of tea, wait for an hour, and people will come back naturally.Sometimes when the editor came back from a meeting, he would be startled as soon as he opened the door. The entire editing room was full of seats, and the room was full of guests who came to wait for the meeting. Today, the door is still unlocked, and when I opened it, there was no one inside.The desktops of the two editors are neat and tidy, only a few newspapers are placed.The absence of the old editor's mug meant that they must have gone to an impromptu meeting.He wouldn't take such a big guy out without a meeting of more than half an hour.

I had nothing to do by myself, so I grabbed the newspaper on the table and flipped through it. The time was September 19, 1995. Oh, so this is the newspaper the editor helped me find.Looking down, September 20th, 21st... all the way to the 30th are here.Great, now I can find news about the car accident, and I can tell whether it is true or not. As soon as I turned to the second newspaper, I found the news, "Two vehicles collided and the vehicle escaped, the taxi driver and female passengers were both killed".I turned over the back of this newspaper, wanting to see what other news was in the same page, but I was startled by a headline—"Mysterious cases in the cemetery continue, and seven people nearby died in a row". Quickly read down, it reads: "Huai'an Cemetery has been involved in cases for quite a long time, and seven people died directly or indirectly around the cemetery. The list of deaths is as follows: Zheng Xinyuan, Xie Mengmeng, Xu Siwen, bald (name unknown), Scarface (name unknown), Xiao Hong (waiter of Shiliju, name unknown)..." I couldn't help but widen my eyes when I saw this.I can't believe it, this is obviously a newspaper from September last year, how come some of the people mentioned in it died this year?Could it be that time and space are misplaced, or is someone unpredictable?

I looked carefully at the names of those people. I knew the news of their deaths for the first six names, and now I am concerned about the last one.Who could he be?Could it be me?I'm so nervous. Ah, it turned out to be that person!The seventh name would be... No way, impossible... I woke up with a start.Only the sweat on the face is still there, everything at home is still quiet and familiar. It was indeed a dream.Fortunately it was just a dream.But why is everything in the dream so clear and real? I recalled everything I saw in the newspaper just now, and I was really terrified.Everyone hopes to find a prophet to tell them what the future will hold.But if someone can really prophesy to you and let you see the ending that you can't accept, it's better not to have it.That's why I never do divination.Does this dream indicate anything?I don't want anyone to have an accident again, and I will do my best to prevent this from happening.

Someone knocked on the door, it was a friend who often went to the newspaper office to do business.He went to the newspaper office to deliver things at noon, and the editor asked him to deliver those newspapers to me.This is the best way to save me another trip.If the elevator of the newspaper office descends to the fourth basement floor like in a dream, I might really be scared to death. I opened all the newspapers and looked for them several times, but there was no one about Zheng Xinyuan's car accident.It seems that the newspaper that impressed me at home was really sent to me by a ghost.Ghosts have followed me into my house, and ghosts are everywhere in my life.I have no way to explain this matter to Mr. Guan, because I can't take out the so-called newspaper at all.

I don't have to go out in the afternoon, and I lie on the bed, thinking about the whole story.So many things flashed back and forth in my mind, not only did I have no clue, but it became more and more chaotic until my head hurt again. I turned over and got off the ground, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, first tore a piece of white paper into small squares of ten centimeters, and then wrote everything I encountered on the small pieces of paper one by one, and put them on the ground in chronological order arrangement.I'm trying to find some kind of pattern in this way.From Lao Wangtou’s experience of searching for people on a rainy night, to seeing Teacher Guan holding a lamp to check footprints in the snow on the day of Laba, to the death of accountant Xu, to some strange things that happened recently.Every time I thought of a new detail, I added a piece of paper to it, and in a short while dozens of pieces of paper, large and small, were lined up on the floor.

I tried to solve the problem from several aspects.Whether it is a human or a ghost, there must always be a purpose in doing things.From this perspective, it is easy to find the answer to the question.If Xiao Jing is a ghost, then Zheng Xinyuan is also a ghost. Of course, the purpose of the two of them is revenge.Teacher Guan's son was the first target in the revenge process, so it is not surprising to see his death.As for Mr. Guan, although the deaths of Zheng and Xie were not directly related to him, he was indirectly responsible for not reporting his son and not punishing him as he should.Perhaps it was because of his devotion to serving so many dead people in the cemetery that he survived.But how did Accountant Xu die?Could it be that she was not killed by Zhang Da, but scared to death by the ghost in the pine forest?Why did the ghost there just want to kill her?I wouldn't be surprised if there were ghosts who wanted to kill the evil Zhang Da, but even though Accountant Xu was a little flirtatious, he wouldn't die.I put a question mark on Accountant Xu's note and read on.

The fact that Mr. Guan saw the footprints could have been explained as his old eyesight and blurred vision.But I was there that day, and those footprints are etched in my mind.But now it seems that this is not difficult to explain, it is Xiaojing's work.But since then, Xiaojing has often appeared around Brother Meng and me.Logically speaking, the matter of revenge has nothing to do with Brother Meng and me. Why is she looking for us?Kill everyone in the cemetery one by one?Impossible, Director Sun and Director have never encountered strange things.Looking at Xiaojing's relationship with us, there seems to be no malicious intentions, she just wants to do something through us.What does she want?

The footprints on Laba day were not accidental. Was she emphasizing the date of Laba, or that location, or something else.She seemed to have always liked me in the later interactions, but I don't know if this liking is true or not.Damn, it's a good thing I don't have any feelings for her, or else I'm really a ghost.In the next encounter, when I came out of Jingjing School, she deliberately persuaded me to leave the cemetery, saying that it was dangerous there.I began to pay attention to a few small notes before and after this encounter, to see if I could find out whether her reminder was intrinsically related to other things. Wow, I was shocked when I saw it. One thing that happened after this incident was that Zhang Da removed the spell from the tree, and then the incident that happened was that Zhang Shuqing met a strong man on the road, and the bald man died strangely with a scarred face. I understand that Mr. Sun's spell must have suppressed Zheng Xinyuan, the ghost in the cemetery, so that he could not come out of the cemetery to take revenge.But Zhang Da's removal of the spell on the tree must have given him the possibility to move again.It just so happened that the two villains tried to humiliate Zhang Shuqing.After all, a husband and wife with a hundred days of kindness, no matter how you say it, is the wife of the original wife, and he has no reason to ignore his wife's troubles.Therefore, it was Zheng Xinyuan who killed those two villains and avenged both Jingjing and Zhang Shuqing. The newspaper and Xiaojing's photo fell into my hands and were taken away.The whole process is also very mysterious.That newspaper just wanted to tell me about the car accident and let me understand the whole story.But what is the purpose of letting me understand this? What is it suggesting?Where did Jingjing go?Died like Xiong Xiong and Xiao Jing?No, I don't want to believe it.If she is really dead, where is the body? Then imagine what Xiaojing's purpose is at exchanging her body for Jingjing and Brother Meng's breakup?Just to break them both up?I thought I understood everything at first, but now I realize that I am still getting more and more confused.Let's save the results first.I dug out a large piece of paper for printing pictures from my dad's cabinet, and pasted these small pieces of paper one by one in chronological order.I marked the things I figured out one by one with a pen, and put question marks on the things I didn't understand.I just finished tossing these things, and before I rolled them up, there was a knock on the door, and someone was opening the door of my house with a key. I was shocked, no one should be back at this time in the afternoon, and it's not time for Dad to get off work.Who could it be? The door opened, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed my father. He was very excited, and it seemed that there was some good news. "Dad, why are you so happy today? Did you raise your salary?" Dad smiled: "He's almost retiring, what's the salary increase?" "Then what's your happy event? Why are you back now?" "I'm here to get a copy of your ID card. You have a chance to go to Beijing." Dad said happily, with a happy expression like a child. "What's going on? Let's hear it." I was completely unprepared and felt very sudden. "Hehe, do you remember someone named Xiao Yuan in our unit?" "Remember, what's the matter?" I knew that person. He was a college student studying computer. He resigned shortly after he was assigned to my father's factory. I heard that he went to Beijing to develop well. "He called today to say that his company is short of a person to do internal publicity work. It would be better if he could write, draw, and use a computer. He thought of you immediately. He was very happy when he heard that you just graduated from a junior college. , Let me fill in your resume and copy your ID card, and he will submit it to the personnel department. If you succeed, you can go to work in Beijing, and the monthly salary is said to be more than 1,000." "More than a thousand!" My eyes immediately released two golden lights.Although sometimes my income in the cemetery can reach more than 1,000 yuan, but after all, it can only be achieved during the peak season.And the work in the cemetery is only a part-time job, which is quite unstable.Finding a workplace with a salary of more than 1,000 yuan is something I never dreamed of.You must know that the salary of ordinary young people in Jixi was only four to five hundred yuan at that time.The most important thing is not these, but to be able to visit Beijing is something I have dreamed of since I was a child. I was so excited that I was about to jump up, and the depression that was in my head just now was swept away.If the connection is made, I can leave the cemetery and forget about those annoying things.Even if there are any ghosts, it is impossible to chase me to Beijing.Besides, that place is the heart of the motherland, admired by thousands of people, with strong yang energy, even those ghosts and ghosts can't get close to it. Dad was also very happy to see me so happy, because the junior college I attended was not a serious school, and there was no assignment or recommendation after graduation. He was worrying about my future livelihood.As the saying goes, there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain.He took my ID card and happily went back to work. The Ghost Festival in the seventh month of the lunar calendar is approaching, and the cemetery has recently become more popular.Gradually, more and more people came to visit the tombs, bury them, buy monuments and land, and paint monuments.According to legend, every year from July 1st, the king of Hades orders the gates of hell to be opened wide, so that those evil spirits who have been suffering and imprisoned in hell all year round can come out of hell, get a short-term wandering, and enjoy the blood of the world.Therefore, people call July the ghost month and consider it an unlucky month, and they neither marry nor move.Every year on the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Yulan Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival, July and a half or ghost festival. In the past, people not only worshiped their ancestors, but also prepared some dishes, wine, rice, gold and silver. Clothes paper and the like go to the intersection to sacrifice to ghosts and gods.The Ghost Festival in the south is usually one day earlier, and it is quite important, and there is usually the habit of eating ducks.Of course it's just hearsay.I am a northerner, and I only know that on Ghost Festival, people will burn paper and incense to pay homage to the dead.The leaders of the cemetery attach great importance to the worship order of the Ghost Festival. I heard that the armed police force was used to maintain the safety of the cemetery just like the last Qingming Festival. Everyone in the cemetery has also mobilized to stand ready. I didn't have time to think about other things. The inscriptions in front of me were written one after another, which made my back hurt and my legs cramp.Brother Meng was also busy like a fully wound machine. Teacher Guan came to my side and said, "Taozi, I found the newspaper you mentioned." "What?" I couldn't believe my ears. Could it be that the ghost sent him a newspaper?There are ghosts not only around me, but also around them. Being busy these days, I forgot to tell Mr. Guan that I checked the newspaper.He now says he found it, and I'm really taken aback.I froze there, not knowing what to say. He took out a neatly folded newspaper from his pocket and handed it to me.I opened it and saw that it was indeed a "Border Town Newspaper".If you take a closer look, it's really exactly the same as the one I saw at home. "Two vehicles collided and the vehicle escaped, the taxi driver and female passengers were both killed", yes, this is the news.How is this going?The newspaper brought back by the newspaper office obviously didn't have this one.I immediately turned to the back page to see the publication date of this newspaper: the Sunday special issue of September 24, 1995. Oh, finally exhaled this breath.Turns out there's no such thing as a paper, it's a reprint of the weekend edition, so that's not one of the papers my editor gave me.I flipped through the newspaper, and there was no report of the seven deaths. "Mr. Guan, where did you get this newspaper?" "In the cemetery. Someone pressed it with bricks." Teacher Guan replied. I'm almost certain that Zhang Shuqing did this, because few people in this world even remember Zheng Xinyuan's name except her.People are like this, except for the romantic figures who have washed the sand for thousands of years and still remain in the history books, as long as you are no longer in this world, you will be forgotten.And the speed of forgetting is faster than people imagine.Except for his relatives, few people would remember that there was another person named Zheng Xinyuan who survived in this world, or that his survival did not bring some changes to this world.It may seem too pessimistic to say this, but it is true.If I hadn't encountered those supernatural events before, I might never have known the name Zheng Xinyuan and the tragic story buried under this tombstone. Accountant Shi and storekeeper Xiao Wang are like-minded and obsessed with chess. Regardless of the vicissitudes of the world, they fight for 300 rounds every day.They don't know what's going on in the cemetery anymore, and we don't bother to mention it, so as to save more newcomers who are frightened. On the surface, Brother Meng and I are the same as usual, but we have the same thoughts in our hearts. We have to endure for another month, get the last salary, and then we will split up. No one needs to know anyone anymore.Brother Meng has already rented a mobile home outside the General Mine Institute as a storefront, and the deposit has been paid. As soon as the Ghost Festival is over, he can start his own business.And my side has basically been finalized, and I will be able to go to Beijing for an interview in early September.I heard that it is a Taiwan-funded company with great potential for development.Dad has already started to prepare for my trip to Beijing.And we heard several kinds of rumors and rumors, one is that someone above wants to arrange relatives to write and inscribe monuments.Because this job is really too fat, many people sharpen their heads and want to come in, and people like me and Brother Meng belong to the category of "widows sleeping-no one on top", so they probably won't stay for long.Another way of saying it is that the higher-ups deliberately invested in the introduction of computer tablet-engraving machines, and we are doomed to lose our jobs when that kind of thing comes. Teacher Guan now stands in front of Zheng Xinyuan's stele every day and chatters for a while.I think it is a great torment for a kind person to be condemned by his own conscience.But that's fine too, not leaving the cemetery is the best way for him to redeem himself. On a sunny day, I stood alone in the open space in front of the cemetery, looking at the hillside covered with pine forests on all sides, and the ground was golden.More than half a year ago, the land in front of me was still covered with ice and snow, and a pair of women's shoes were printed alone in the snow.What is it trying to tell us?want to tell me something... Huh, this is it?People usually come and go on the open space, and they are all stepping on the hard soil. Why is there only a gray-black weed growing here, and the place where the weed grows is the place where the footprints appeared at that time.I couldn't help but leaned down to take a closer look. "Tao Zi, you're so interested, what are you looking at?" As soon as I heard the half-baked Mandarin, I knew that the speaker was none other than Accountant Shi from the south.Presumably, today's chess game just ended, so I went out to catch my breath. "Oh, I'm looking at this little grass. It grows a little strangely. It's gray-black in color and has some jagged teeth. It can grow on the hard soil in this open space. Its vitality is really not ordinary tenacious. Do you know this grass?" Accountant Shi adjusted his glasses, and knelt down to check with me. "Strange, really strange." "What's wrong?" His repeated strangeness aroused my curiosity even more. Accountant Shi stroked his mustache: "If I'm not mistaken, this grass was born in the south of us. The scientific name is not clear. We folks call it 'rotten corpse grass'. The reason why it has such a scary name is because This kind of grass usually survives on the nutrition provided by the carrion buried in the soil. It grows around the rammed earth of the cemetery or around the old cemetery. Because of this characteristic, it is sometimes used to identify the place where the dead are buried. But we It's kind of weird to have this here." It's true that the speaker has no intention and the listener has intention.I shuddered, flustered in my heart but didn't change my expression on the surface, smiled and said: "Accountant Shi really knows how to joke. You must be delusional. How can the flowers and plants in the south stand up to the climate in the northeast of us. Besides, we are buried in this cemetery. They are all urns, there is no real body." "Hehe, that's right, don't scare yourself." Accountant Shi stood up and stretched after saying this. "Old Shi, come back, didn't you agree to win three out of five rounds?" Xiao Wang's voice came from the room. Accountant Shi smiled at me: "This kid, he even challenged me after losing two rounds. I have to go back and deal with him." After speaking, he hurried back to the room.I turned around and looked at the "carrion grass", and an ominous premonition spread throughout my body.Is there really a dead body buried under the grass?Could the corpse be Jingjing again? I went back to the house and took the chisel and hand hammer from Brother Meng's cabinet, and after a few strokes, I made a small hole in the open space. I dug down in the direction where the roots of the "carrion grass" grew, and my heart reached my throat. Eye. I thought so much that I would not be able to dig anything, and I believed in my hunch. Every time I chiseled down, I was afraid of hitting a hard object, and my heart skipped a beat. But things went against expectations, as the hard soil layer on the surface was broken, a rotten human hand was exposed from the soft soil below.The hand stretched upwards, as if trying to reach up for something.And the distance between the hand and the ground was as close as less than ten centimeters. I called all the people in the cemetery, except I didn't see Mr. Guan.Including the director, Accountant Shi, Xiao Wang, Brother Meng, and the captain of the migrant workers who were working in the cemetery.Everyone gathered in a circle to observe the things I dug up from a close distance.The director is maintaining the order at the scene and preventing others from disrupting the scene.Brother Meng has called 110 to call the police. After the police car arrived, the police asked me to take notes.Another engineering vehicle was transferred to carry out on-site excavation.Others were watching outside, but I shrank in the office and dared not come out. I was really scared, not because I was afraid of seeing the dead again, but because I was afraid that that hand belonged to Jingjing, whom I thought about day and night.Xiaojing, Xiongxiong, you are too cruel.Although Jingjing also lives in that dormitory, she is such an innocent girl.She is so kind and lively, she doesn't offend you at all.Even if you think that men all over the world have betrayed you, you should not put punishment and curse on her, making her lose her feelings, her virginity, and her life.The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became.The cemetery is guarded day and night. Who can bury a person in it except ghosts?Thinking of these two lines, tears flowed down unconsciously. The wait was so long, it seemed like a lifetime away.Until I heard the exclamation of the people outside, I couldn't bear it any longer, opened the door and rushed out.There was no water leaking outside the door, and a big bag was placed on the stretcher with the zipper closed.Needless to say, the body was in the middle of this bag.I burst into tears and rushed like a mad lion.There was a familiar face inside the cordon. Even though he was wearing a white mask, I recognized him—Captain Chen of the criminal police team.I shouted at him excitedly: "Captain Chen, who is the person you dug up?" Captain Chen turned his head and glanced at me without saying a word.Someone next to me patted me on the shoulder and said, "Tao Zi, let me tell you." I turned around and saw that it was Director Sun.His eye circles were also red, and he even cried just now, "After identification, it is finally confirmed that the body belongs to Teacher Guan." This sentence made me stay where I was. I remembered the dream I had a few days ago, the newspaper in the dream, the names of the seven dead people on the newspaper, and the last name was Teacher Guan.The dream came true.This is terrible, who killed Teacher Guan?Do Xiaojing and Zheng Xinyuan still have to take revenge?You ghosts are too stingy.Teacher Guan has already admitted his mistake, and what he thinks about every day is redemption, why can't you let him go?A cavity of resentment turned into hatred, I clenched my teeth and burst into tears. "Huh!" I suddenly thought of another suspicious point: "No, Director Sun, if Mr. Guan is killed, then his body should be well preserved. The hand I dug out just now is already rotten." He pulled me aside and whispered to me: "After the appraisal, Mr. Guan's death time should be around November or December last year, that is to say, he has been dead for almost a year." It turns out that Mr. Guan is the real living dead! The situation on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month last year flashed in my mind, and I finally understood why Teacher Guan couldn't see me.He obviously didn't know that he had become a ghost, and he thought he was still alive for a year. If you use this logic to reason down, everything will have an explanation.I remembered Teacher Guan's process of quitting alcohol.That's right, I've heard people say that wine is the most yang thing, and ghosts can't drink. I remembered the dinner at Shiliju last year, and Mr. Guan quickly became overwhelmed with alcohol.I also thought of the day Accountant Xu went to the cemetery to burn paper for others. Mr. Guan told me that he felt chills all over at that time, so he opened a bottle of realgar wine brought by Director Sun and poured it into a cup.He felt that the place where the alcohol passed was burning, his throat, esophagus, and stomach seemed to be burned instantly, and the pain hit him so deeply that he passed out immediately. Later, Mr. Guan's health was not as good as before, and every time he drank alcohol, he would feel unbearable pain.When I went to the hospital, I didn't see why. The doctor just said that I should stop drinking in the future.Thinking about these things now, it's all because he gradually became a ghost. Speaking of which, Accountant Xu's death is easy to understand.It was none other than Mr. Guan who scared Accountant Xu to death.Since Mr. Guan himself has become a living dead, he doesn't know that he may appear as a ghost when the dark energy is strong at night. It is not surprising that he followed Accountant Xu into the pine forest and could scare people to death.Poor Accountant Xu didn't know until his death that he was frightened to death by an irrelevant teacher Guan. It was really wronged.This is also a kind of death. I suddenly remembered the conversation between Director Sun and me on Ching Ming Festival. Now I finally understand the meaning of the director’s words. The ghost in the sentence “Human ghosts have different paths” is not me, but Teacher Guan.It turned out that Director Sun already knew about Teacher Guan's situation.Oh, how did I not think of this layer.Director Sun's father is proficient in Zhouyi gossip, so he must have told him the truth of the matter long ago.As the director of the funeral home, he couldn't openly disclose these unbelievable spiritual events, so he could only remind us secretly.I also thought of Director Sun’s series of actions in the later period, such as going to Harbin with Teacher Guan, expelling Lao Wangtou, and repairing doors and windows for the management office. It turned out that this was the reason.Including Mr. Sun checking the topography of the cemetery, the stickers must have been prepared for Mr. Guan.Moreover, Mr. Guan has not been home for a long time. Although on the surface it is said that he has conflicts with his wife, in fact, he feels that there is something wrong with him and deliberately avoids living with his wife. With such a reasoning, everything suddenly became clear.Why have I never thought about it before, and I have never doubted Teacher Guan. Suddenly the light in front of me gradually dimmed, and it got darker, as if I was in a dark and closed space.After looking around for a long time, I was able to confirm that I was in my hut.He groped around with his hands, turned on the desk lamp, and rubbed his misty eyes to look at the alarm clock beside him, it was three o'clock in the morning.I couldn't fall asleep a bit, got up and went to the bathroom, then put on some clothes and opened the window.A gust of cold air scrambled into the house, and a few stars outside the window were dazzlingly bright, twinkling in the silent sky.My brain has also become surprisingly clear. That's right, it was indeed a dream just now, but this dream was terribly real.I took a deep breath and recalled the dream a few days ago, the death list of those seven people, the last name was Teacher Guan.People say that I think about things day by day and dream at night. Is it because I think about things too much during the day, or is it an ominous omen.The autumn night was so cold that I had to close the window and put on the quilt, but I couldn't sleep anymore.I half leaned against the head of the bed, recalling all the plots inferred in the dream just now, the more I thought about it, the more reasonable it became.I suddenly discovered that the crux of the problem lies in Director Sun's words.That's right, as long as you find some time to chat with Director Sun, maybe everything will come to light.