Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Weird hallucinations

Bai Xiaozhou's chest seemed to be hit hard by something, and he almost couldn't stand still. She was also born on September 8, 1993! Is it a coincidence?That's too much of a coincidence, right? She suddenly remembered the date Professor Fang said, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket to check the perpetual calendar. When she turned to September 8, her face changed. September 8, 1993 is the Renchen day of Gengshen month in the year of Guiyou! Professor Fang didn't lie. One of the born people has already died. Will she be the next one? The siren came from far and near, as if it came from another world. In a blink of an eye, a cordon was pulled up around the cafeteria, and several policemen came in and out to investigate the scene.

After about ten minutes, another car drove up. Its body was all white with three English letters painted on it: FRL. FRL?what is that? The car door opened with a bang, and a tall and strong man stepped down.He has a crew cut, a steely face, and muscles bulging under his T-shirt.Bai Xiaozhou felt that there was a sense of righteousness around him, and the ominous atmosphere around him seemed to be dispelled, which was reassuring. "Sima, you're finally here." A policeman came out to greet him, and said in a low voice, "This case is very difficult, I'm afraid I will trouble you again."

"It's scary." Cao Miaoqing frowned and said, "I think that girl just now is bewitched just like Professor Fang." After she finished speaking, she suddenly grinned and let out a sinister laugh.Bai Xiaozhou was startled: "Miaoqing, are you okay?" "Me? What can I do?" "why are you laughing?" Cao Miaoqing looked at her in surprise: "I didn't laugh, did you hear me wrong?" Bai Xiaozhou took a deep breath, could it be another hallucination?Has the ominous force pervaded her head? "Xiao Zhou, your face is so ugly." Cao Miaoqing took her arm, "I think you are the only one who has something to do. Are you scared? Come, I will help you go back and rest."

Bai Xiaozhou nodded slightly, walked a few steps and then turned back to look at the cafeteria that has turned into hell. Could it be that those corpses are really causing trouble? Bai Xiaozhou couldn't remember how long she slept, she kept dreaming, the dream was chaotic, and she forgot it in a blink of an eye, but her grandfather's words seemed to keep ringing in her ears: Who told you that you are my granddaughter? For some reason, Bai Xiaozhou recalled that sentence back then and the look on his grandfather's face when he said it, and always felt that there was something in it, and his grandfather was ashamed, and he didn't dare to look at her.

But she didn't think about it deeply. Grandpa had too many secrets, enough to be taken to the grave.Sometimes she thinks, maybe many people will be happy when grandpa passes away, because they have a secret in grandpa's hands, and now the secret will always be a secret. It was already night when she woke up, and there was no one in the dormitory. Cao Miaoqing left her a note and a cake to satisfy her hunger.She didn't touch the cake, but opened her cabinet, took out the notebook carefully wrapped in red silk, and flipped through the pages. The more I look at Bai Xiaozhou, the more I feel that this is a version of the Republic of China, even more bizarre than the story in the book.Grandpa's literary attainments are very high. Each story is only a few hundred words, but it can be written vividly and attractively. She can't help but want to read it all in one go.

I have read a lot in the blink of an eye. Bai Xiaozhou stretched his waist and looked at the clock. It was past eleven o'clock in the evening. He had slept for a whole day, and now he couldn't sleep. He planned to continue reading his notes and try to read them tonight. Finish. The paper of the notebook is very thin, yellowed but tough without any burrs.She flipped through the last page, and there were more than 200 pages. It was just a fragment. I don't know how many stories there are in the whole book, and what kind of stories are recorded in the other half? She yawned, turned another page, and found that there was a story about meeting an immortal.In the winter of 1922, my grandfather went into the mountains alone to collect herbs. The time had been calculated in advance, but suddenly it was snowing heavily on the way, and the grandfather was trapped in the mountains.Grandpa knew that this was his own doom, so he had to wrap up his cotton-padded clothes tightly and search for a cave or a hunter's hut in the mountains that could shelter from the wind and cold.But the heavy snow almost blocked the sky, and he walked for a whole day, and finally fell in the snow.I thought I was going to die, but when I woke up, I found myself lying in a mountain hut, with a bonfire burning in the stove in the middle of the room, and a handsome young man was picking firewood.He felt that the young man's face was strange and handsome, not like ordinary people, so he asked him about his life experience.He naturally refused to say, only said that he was destined to let him have a good rest.It snowed heavily for half a month, and he lived with the young man in the hut for half a month.The young man is taciturn and likes to play with a sharp dagger.In the past half month, the two of them chatted about the world, even about the past and the present, it was very pleasant.One day my grandfather woke up and found that the sky had cleared and the young man had disappeared. He went out of the house and found that this hut was not far from the path he lost. Walked all day in the snow.

The mountain after the snow was quiet and beautiful, as if it was blank and peaceful at the beginning of the creation of the world. At that time, he knew that he and that young man would never meet again. Infected by this story, Bai Xiaozhou felt his nose ache, when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried running from the corridor, the door slammed open, Cao Miaoqing rushed in with a pale face, her eyes were dull, she sat down on the bed, Suddenly he burst into tears. Bai Xiaozhou hurried over to comfort her and asked her what happened.She cried for a long time before she came back to her senses, grabbed Bai Xiaozhou's hand, and her nails almost dug into her flesh: "Xiaozhou, die... dead, dead!"

Her expression seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, Bai Xiaozhou swallowed his saliva, and held her hand: "What happened?"