Zhou Yu was discharged from the hospital earlier than Luo Binhan expected.
On the evening of the next day, he received a call from Zhou Yu. It happened that he didn't want to stay at home at that time, so he said flatly: "I'm going to find you now, and we'll have a good chat tonight."
Although Luo Binhan's father allowed his son to take matters into his own hands, he only paid attention to a few things, one of which was his driving ability. Almost as soon as he turned eighteen, he was asked to take a driver's license test. In order to cater to the social circle, he also bought a low-end sports car. When he took out the key from the cabinet, the guest who stayed at his house during this period staggered over and commented: "Keys are so unnecessary."
"I'll throw you out if you don't lock the door again." Luo Binhan said politely and gritted his teeth, "Get out of here!"
"What are you doing? There's a guard downstairs anyway, it doesn't matter if it's locked or not, right? Who could care about such a small thing in your house?"
Luo Binhan simply ignored the other party and walked out of the house with his car keys. The apartments where he and Zhou Yu lived alone were located in the north and west of the city respectively. It took about forty minutes to drive there. Because he planned to spend the night at the other party's place, he also took a detour to buy some beer and porridge.
"The wine is mine, the porridge is yours."
After Zhou Yu opened the door, he handed over the condolence gift. Zhou Yu looked down and showed a complicated expression.
"Luo Binhan, red dates contain non-heme iron and have no blood-replenishing effect."
"...If I go, then my mother still made me eat as much as I could when I was a kid?"
Zhou Yu didn't say a word, opened the door sideways, and led the other party into the house. He always felt that Luo Binhan was a bit out of tune, or should be said to be out of line. This kind of personality often makes the other party do unexpected things.
"Your place is still clean."
Luo Binhan, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly raised his head and made a gesture of looking up to the sky and sighing.
Zhou Yu looked at him a little strangely and said, "Don't you live alone?"
Moreover, compared to Zhou Yu's apartment, Luo Binhan's residence is better in terms of location and layout.
"Forget it, there is an idiot living in my house recently. He squats on my sofa and watches TV every day. Do you know where the flowers came from yesterday? When I left the airport, I asked him to buy me a bouquet of flowers to visit my doctor, but he bought me red flowers. Rose! Damn, it’s absolutely amazing!”
Luo Binhan became more and more excited as he talked, and in the end he cursed a few times in succession. Zhou Yu poured him tea without being surprised.
There are two main types of business that the Luo family does, hotels and bars. With a big business, many relatives, and complex interpersonal relationships, even Luo Binhan, who lives alone, will inevitably have to receive several guests from the Luo family. However, it is indeed relatively rare for him to lose his composure like this.
After Luo Binhan cursed for a few times, he seemed to have finally let go of the bad breath in his chest. He picked up the tea cup and took two sips and said: "Oh, let's not mention that unfortunate thing. Let's talk about your story. Comrade Zhou, you cut your wrists and still... What happened to the one who arranged the scene?"
When Zhou's father contacted Luo Binhan, although he said very little, he provided him with the phone numbers of the gatekeeper of Zhou Yu's community and the phone number of the hospital, so that Luo Binhan could know the details of the scene. Looking around the apartment at this moment, the strange phenomenon described by the doorman can no longer be seen in the living room. It was probably when Zhou Yu was hospitalized that he commissioned the real estate agent to tidy up the room. Everything in the room was in order, and even the wall holes leading to the outside of the building were temporarily covered with wallpaper.
Seeing such a room made Luo Binhan secretly happy, feeling that Zhou Yu's mental state had finally returned to normal.
While he was observing the room, Zhou Yu turned around and walked into the study, and came out holding a thin book with a black cover. He handed the book to Luo Binhan and said, "This is Zhou Yu's thing. Take a look."
Luo Binhan opened the book and found that it was full of handwritten foreign letters. The crooked cursive characters are beautiful but difficult to understand.
"Crooked," he frowned as he turned over it, "What is this?"
Zhou Yu shook his head and said: "This is not English. I asked someone to read it. It may be in Latin, but there are a lot of words and grammar errors. He could only translate a few pages of content."
"Where did you find it?"
"Zhou Yu's house is very hidden. I only discovered it a month ago. Zhou Yu herself may not know it."
Luo Binhan asked curiously: "Where?"
As early as when Zhou Yu disappeared, they checked the situation in her home over and over again. Although it was impossible to dig deep into the ground, in desperation, I also knocked on all the tiles and tore off all the wallpapers, and there was nothing unusual among them. This was a search that Luo Binhan participated in. As for the number of times Zhou Yu went there, he probably couldn't count them all.
"...Things are hidden in the mirror."
Seeing Luo Binhan's expression, Zhou Yu smiled slightly, sat down opposite him and said, "You still remember that she has an antique mirror at home, right? A month ago, I accidentally broke the mirror and found this book inside. book."
The mirror Zhou Yu mentioned was a European-style full-length mirror, which had left a very deep impression on Luo Binhan. The frame of the gilt mirror is carved with shells, flowers, plants and animals, and the shape is extremely luxurious and gorgeous. Because of his family background, Luo Binhan was quite familiar with this kind of thing. When he first saw it, he intuitively felt that this rococo mirror was quite unusual.
Because of his prejudice against Zhou Yu, he pointed at the mirror and laughed at Zhou Yu and said, "Did you see it? This is the legendary magic mirror. Sister Yu must be questioning it every night to investigate you, a charlatan." Did you make any mistakes?"
It happened that at that time, Zhou Yu walked in with a tea tray. In the next two days, when she met Luo Binhan, she always had a chilling smile. Luo Binhan felt that it would not be surprising if this woman poisoned his water glass one day.
Now that things have happened, the horrific scene makes people nostalgic.
Luo Binhan flipped through the black book with a complicated mood. The surface of the paper is slightly yellowed, probably due to age. Although he couldn't understand the text, the paper was occasionally decorated with weird patterns with unclear meanings. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he felt. Finally, he closed the book and asked Zhou Yu: "You just said you found someone to read the contents above. What did you write?"
After hearing his question, Zhou Yu fell into silence, with an embarrassed look as he didn't know how to speak.
After a while, he said: "The last two pages of this book contain a method of dreaming. If you follow the above steps, you will have a dream."
"What dream?"
"Jimeng is a divination dream."
"...You don't want to use this method to find Zhou Yu's whereabouts, do you?"
Zhou Yu was silent again. An idea flashed in Luo Binhan's mind, and he blurted out: "Everything you did before was just to have this dream, wasn't it? To make the family like that? And to slit your wrists? Are you crazy?"
In response to his questioning, Zhou Yu neither defended nor apologized, but simply said: "There is no other way."
Knowing his friend's character well, Luo Binhan lost his temper.
He sighed, thought about it, and then said: "The son of a relative of mine got cancer two years ago. The hospital said there was no cure, but his parents refused to give up and tried their best to find a way. There was a bastard He sold them some miracle medicine, worth 100,000 yuan a box. The result? All his wealth and people were gone. My father asked people everywhere and begged his old boss to catch that bastard. Zhou Yu, I think your current situation is similar to that of those parents. Those cultists are talking bullshit, you can’t fall into it."
After he said this, he opened the black book again and turned to the last page. There was not only foreign writing written in black ink on that page, but also a piece of copy paper. The words on the paper are half Chinese and half foreign, and seem to be the exact translation of the contents in the black book.
Luo Binhan unfolded the copy paper and scanned the fragmentary words on it. I don’t know if it’s the original text or the incompetent translator, but even reading it in Chinese feels like reading a book from heaven.
"...The mirror path, the water path, and the heavenly path are all impassable. On the sixth day, I sacrificed it to the horn of the ignorant, and passed through it in my dream...
"That's it, the dead center game."
