The goal is clear, but the difficulty is rising linearly.
"Brother?" The boss called me again, breaking my trance.
"I'm just interested in that kind of frame, or if you still have something sold by that family, you can contact me. Let's leave our contact information. The price doesn't matter." I replied firmly.
The boss hesitated for a moment and then said: "It's true...but it was stored here by my friend. He originally asked the customer to take it from my place, but he hasn't come for three days. Can you take a look?"
My pupils shrank.
In fact, when I said that, I was just trying to put it off, and I didn't intend to buy anything else.
I didn't expect it to be so self-defeating.
"Let's see." I replied.
The boss was unnatural and glanced at Chu Ying and Zhao Chen.
"It's okay, boss, we are brave. If we don't have the guts, we won't visit vintage stores." Chuying smiled brightly.
It's just that Zhao Chen is becoming more and more unnatural, with nowhere to put his hands.
"Go back to the car and wait for us." Zhao Ping and I said.
Without my reminding, Chuying handed Zhao Chen the key.
She nodded her head gratefully and hurried out of the vintage shop.
The boss then took us to the depths of the shop.
There are two doors at the end of the store, one is the dressing room, and the other is hung with a curtain.
When the curtain was lifted, it was revealed to be a room without windows. The faint smell of corpses before had become stronger.
Even Tsubaki Ying seemed to be aware of it and slightly shrugged his nose.
The clothes hanging in this room are all sealed in pockets.
The boss took off a dark gray suit bag, placed it on the long table in the center of the room, and unzipped it.
As far as the eye can see, it is an extremely clean, stretched and neat suit.
I can see a faint gray air, and the cold feeling is exactly the same as the cold and dead silence of an unfinished building!
"Brother Kang said that he is atheistic and not afraid of things... But brother, I have to make it clear to you that although this dress was not taken off a dead person, it was the dean's favorite suit and he was reluctant to wear it. Keep it at home, it’s worth a lot of money, so get this amount.” The boss made a gesture.
"I heard from my friend that the person who failed to make an appointment seems to be in the Buddhist amulet business. He specializes in collecting clothes of the dead. The more sinister the better, and uses them to make Buddhist amulets and make huge profits. If you can't resist, it's better not to buy it. ..." The boss explained carefully.
I reached out, pinched the zipper, and closed the suit bag with a snap.
The boss was startled, obviously disappointed.
"Please help me pay. I didn't bring enough money. I'll take it home and give it back to you." I glanced at Tsubaki Ying.
Immediately, there was another surprise in the boss's eyes.
He quickly said: "Brother, this kind of thing is not returnable. Do you want to check it again?"
"No need." I shook my head.
Tsubaki Ying didn't say much. She took out a delicate pink card holder and gave the boss a card.
Leaving the vintage store with a suit bag in hand.
In a blink of an eye, it was already dusk, the sun was setting inch by inch in the west, the skylight was shrinking, and the night was surrounding and swallowing the farther horizon.
Suddenly, Chuying glanced to the left, her pretty face slightly cold.
I also looked over, but saw a tall and thin man standing on the roadside, holding an empty bird cage. It was Sun Dahai!
The next moment, Sun Dahai hurried towards us.
My heart sank slightly and my face became expressionless.
However, Sun Dahai came for Chuying.
"Haha, excuse me, excuse me, my surname is Sun, Sun Dahai." Stopping in front of us, Sun Dahai said with a smile on his face: "Can I take the liberty of asking for my contact information?"
"It's like this. Girl, you look very similar to the person my son likes. I got it for him."
"You also know how to be presumptuous?" Chu Ying's tone was much colder and she gave Sun Dahai a blank look.
She held my arm and walked straight to the side of the road. She let go of me and entered the cab, and I got in the passenger seat.
Zhao Ping in the back breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that we were back.
Tsubaki quickly started the accelerator.
I glanced out of the car window. Sun Dahai was still looking at our car, his head slightly tilted, and his expression seemed to be filled with doubts.
My heart sank even more.
Sun Dahai definitely didn't pay much attention to me at first.
However, when he walked in the vintage store, he looked at Tsubaki more.
Chuying's expression was a little unnatural at that time.
But Sun Dahai didn't leave. He kept waiting outside the store and wanted Chuying's contact information...
He also said that Tsubaki Ying looked similar to the person his son liked.
The person Sun Zhuo likes...
Sun Dahai must have seen it.
It’s impossible to come and ask for contact information just because of the image.
As the car drove on, Sun Dahai's figure quickly disappeared out of the window.
"Zhao Chen, I'll take you back first. Your brother Tang will solve your brother's matter as soon as possible. Don't worry." Chu Ying spoke softly, breaking the silence in the car.
Zhao Ping replied in a low voice, "Okay."
Not long after, we returned to Caoxi Road, Fanghua Community.
When Zhao Ping got off the bus, he thanked us.
Chuying pursed her lips, the chill on her face became even stronger, and there was still a trace of resentment in her eyes.
"Do you have a younger sister, or an older sister? Do you know Sun Zhuo? Or even have a close relationship?" I spoke.
Chuying's body trembled slightly and she closed her eyes.
"Enemies always have a narrow road." Biting her lower lip slightly, there was more hatred in Chuying's voice.
"I will tell you, but for now, you should be busy with the unfinished business. Don't go looking for Sun Dahai in the short term. Their family is very shady. He will more or less find that you look familiar."
"Um."
I nodded and didn't ask Tsubaki any more.
"Where to go now?"
"You don't have to go anywhere." I answered Tsubaki and at the same time, I laid my suit bag on the passenger seat and unzipped it.
There are wisps of gray Yin Qi, which becomes more intense when it gets dark.
The smell of corpse gas is stronger and clearly audible.
Tsubaki covered her mouth and nose and opened the car window.
My eyelids were twitching wildly, and I said in a hoarse voice: "This is a real dead man's clothes, which were ripped off from the corpse. If the shop owner either lied to us, or he was deceived by his friends, and this is not simply a dead man's clothes." Clothes……"
I pinched my index finger.
However, the wound on the index finger has healed.
I took out the razor blade and cut my left index finger.
"What are you going to do?" Chuying's eyes were also filled with surprise and confusion.
"let me try."
The index finger of his left hand pressed on the collar of the shirt inside the suit.
The tingling feeling was more than ten times stronger than when I felt Tang Qianqian. It was like a fine steel needle piercing the flesh and blood of my index finger. It was also like the biting cold wind of the twelfth lunar month constantly penetrated into my body, making me feel uncomfortable. Fingers become stiff.
In a daze, the gray air was like a pair of tiny hands climbing out of my suit and then onto my body.
Vision blurred, overlapped, and everything around him disappeared.
All I could hear was a slight tapping sound, and my fingers no longer felt cold and tingling, but a dull trembling.
What I saw was an empty room with white walls and a bed in the center.
From the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of a hand tapping gently on a desk.
The index finger trembled slightly, and the numb shaking feeling came from there.
The next moment, his gaze seemed to get higher, and he walked towards the wall at the end of the bed.
Facing the wall, there is a very large mirror.
What appeared in the mirror was a person.
An old man of medium height, wearing an extremely clean, stretched, neat suit.
His hair was clean and short, but there were deep strangulation marks on his neck. His face was pale, his skin was full of wrinkles, his eyes were dark and red, and there were marks on his temples where the frame had pressed against him. However, No glasses now.
The old man in the mirror keeps moving forward, as if trying to get out of the frame.
And my eyes kept getting closer to the mirror.
A pair of eyes in the mirror almost touched my line of sight.
It was obvious that what I was perceiving was this old man, looking in the mirror.
In the mirror image, the old man pressed his eyes with two fingers, pulling his eyelids wide open.
He seemed to be looking carefully to see if there was anything in his eyes...
I could clearly see his dark red eyeballs and every bloodshot on the reddish whites of his eyes.
You can even see his shadow reflected in the eyes.
No, it's not just his shadow, there is also a face in the deepest part of the shadow...
Suddenly, the smile on the old man's face widened.
"I see you."
It’s hard for me to describe what kind of voice it was. It sounded very kind, like an old doctor who had great medical skills and was particularly friendly to his patients.
But my intuition told me that this voice was very hypocritical, as if it was trying to deceive people.
"I saw you, come out!" His tone suddenly became serious and sharp, and he suddenly dug his fingers towards his right eye!
