Song Shengsheng really thought she would never dream of content related to this book again.
None of them went to a certain destiny, and the story plots they dreamed of should be of no use to her.
She saw the news of Shen Zhishu’s death and also saw his funeral.
The person who organized the funeral was his friend. Song Shengsheng had met once before. She was a little surprised. Why was it a friend Shen Zai more legitimate?
Shen Zhishu’s funeral was held very simple and low-key.
There were not many guests attending, they were all his close relatives and friends.
Song Shengsheng even saw Fu Luochi at the funeral, wearing a black suit. He did not enter the mourning hall, but just took a look outside.
She searched for a while, but couldn’t find Shen Zai’s figure.
The person is gone.
Song Shengsheng didn’t know why she still cared about this child she had never met before.
After the funeral.
She heard the whispers from the guests in private.
“What a sin.”
“I heard it was Shen Zai who fired the gun.”
“The police closed the case and committed suicide.”
“It was not suicide at all. Come over and let me tell you…”
The man lowered his voice and continued in her ear: “It was Shen Zai who killed his father.”
This rumor was self-defeating on the day the case was closed.
But there are many people who know the inside story.
Song Shengsheng suspected that his ears were broken, otherwise how could he hear such terrifying content.
But think about it, it’s right.
People can’t die for no reason.
Shen Zhishu has regular physical examinations every year, sleeping regularly and eating regularly. He is so young, and he will not jump from the tall building with his eyes closed like she in his dream.
Then it can only be him killing.
But…
But this person shouldn’t be Shen Zai.
After listening in a daze, Song Shengsheng raised his hand to wipe his face, his fingertips were wet, and somehow, tears fell down.
The screen turns.
I arrived in the cage again, the villa in the halfway mountain.
It became very quiet here.
I can’t hear people’s voices quietly.
The dark room was not on.
Song Shengsheng thought she didn’t want to know any follow-ups of this book, nor did she want to know the ending of others in the original storyline, so she was eager to wake up.
She closed her eyes hard and opened them again.
All are futile, she is still in this world.
She stayed in the villa with no one all night, and until dawn, a staff member in a suit brought people into the house.
People who look like real estate agents.
“The former owner of the house donated the house to the government of Hong Kong City for free. He is planning to auction it at a reasonable market price. If you are interested, you can wait for Saturday’s auction to offer a suitable price.”
“The former owner of the house has unfortunately passed away.”
“But please rest assured that this house is still very clean and no one dies in this house.”
The owner of the house just had an accident.
Shen Zhishu committed suicide in the hospital.
Shen Zai had a car accident.
When it comes to this car accident, everyone else feels regretful.
“I heard that Shen Zai was driving to worship his mother and had a car accident. He could have avoided it, but next to him was a full-load kindergarten bus.”
“When the truck hit him, the person disappeared on the spot.”
“His parents passed away, and the funeral was handled by his brother, and it was tomorrow.”
The front of the car directly hit his body from the side. When the person was rescued, his forehead was covered with blood, and he was still breathing.
He didn’t seem to care whether he was seriously injured.
I just blinked my eyes, looked at the distant south, and murmured, “I will forget me.”
I seemed to have expected my death.
Before this car accident, Shen disappeared for several months and disappeared.
I don’t know where I was fooled by the Feng Shui master in my family.
Not long after I came back, I arranged my property under my name and ruined my life.
The real estate agent mentioned the former owner of the house, which was very regretful. After all, he was so young and looked good.
Talented and handsome, and kind.
Everyone will be sorry if they die like this.
I heard that people were no longer able to do when they were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The real estate agent continues to introduce the property to the intended buyer.
Song Shengsheng once again felt that his ears were deaf or broken.
Who died?
Shen Zai died in a car accident.
Song Shengsheng covered her heart after a while, as if she was stabbed in by a hornet’s tail needle. It spread slowly, and the picture in front of her began to dizzy.
How could Shen Zai die?
Song Shengsheng wanted to find someone to ask what was going on, and whether it was her who listenedWrong.
But she is also an outsider in her dream.
You can only watch from the perspective of the bystander. listen.
She can’t do anything, nor can she save anything.
She should have been as calm as she heard the news of Shen Zhishu’s death, and had no feelings for her.
Instead of like now, wanting to yell but not making any noise.
I can’t even make a sound of pain.
Suddenly he lost his voice and turned into a dumb.
Pain.
It hurts a lot.
It hurts like this in my dreams.
She began to breathe heavily. She wanted to wake up and stay away from this nightmare that made her painful and unable to breathe, but let her work hard.
This nightmare still refuses to let her go.
Ask her to watch another funeral with her own eyes.
She saw the photo in the middle, which should have been taken in college, and she was rarely smiling when facing the camera.
He doesn’t have many photos, and there are very few smiling.
Most of the albums are photos of him holding his hands in his pockets and staring at the camera coldly.
There is no condolence session, and there are no extra people.
His birth was not expected, and no one cared about his death.
In the end, the only one who sheds a few tears for him was his brother whom he didn’t like very much.