"When was the last time you contacted Pan Feng?"

Police officer Fu Yue, who was wearing civilian clothes, hid a strand of hair on the side of her face behind her ears, looked at Meng Chen opposite and asked.

"Three days ago, call me."

The unshaven Meng Chen shrugged and answered casually.

"What did you say?"

Fu Yue asked while scribbling notes in her notebook.

"Pan Feng said that life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distance. He wants to pursue the paradise in his dreams and find the meaning of life."

Meng Chen's eyes suddenly became dull. He stared at the thick door of the inquiry room, wondering what he was thinking.

"speak nicely!"

Fu Yue's face darkened.

"Traveling and hiding on the edge."

Meng Chen withdrew his gaze and took out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

"Smoking is not allowed here, didn't you know?"

Fu Yue put down the pen in her hand.

"I can be considered a regular visitor here, so please be accommodating."

Meng Chen took out a cigarette that was about to break, and then fumbled for a lighter.

"Pop!"

The sound of a lighter igniting and the sound of a book being closed sounded almost at the same time.

"You can go. If you have any other questions, I will contact you again."

Fu Yue crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaned on the back of the chair, and said calmly to Meng Chen.

"Um."

Meng Chen stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards the door.

"Meng Chen, although 63 people around you have disappeared in the past year, they are just missing. There is no evidence that they have passed away... Life must go on. You are still young and have a bright future. Don't give up on yourself."

Fu Yue said suddenly.

"Um."

Meng Chen took a puff of cigarette and walked out of the open door of the inquiry room.

At the door, a man wrapped in a black windbreaker looked up at him casually and said nothing.

Watching Meng Chen walk away, the man in the trench coat said calmly: "This kid is finished."

"Can you have some compassion?"

Fu Yue glanced at him.

"I don't have as great a 'maternal' brilliance as you, that's all to tell the truth."

The man in the trench coat spread his hands and smiled.

Fu Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

At the same time, the hair on her head was automatically caressing her cheeks without any wind.

"No, no, no..." The man in the trench coat shook his hands and said quickly: "Meng Chen is just the eighth observation subject. We have a lot to do, so we can't waste time with him!"

Fu Yue, who was full of fighting spirit, suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"This world has changed! It has become unacceptable."

she said.

“It’s pretty good. At least the air is fresh and the food is delicious.”

The man in the trench coat shrugged.

…

After leaving the police station, Meng Chen took a puff of his cigarette and looked up at the bright red sunset on the horizon.

It's also a bit dazzling.

Take the No. 2 bus and go home.

Qinyuan Community has a good name, but it is an old building that is more than 30 years old.

There will be no demolition.

These days, it is impossible to demolish a house before it reaches its useful life.

Qinyuan Community, the quality is okay.

"Click!"

The door opens.

I kicked off a pair of tattered slippers, stepped over several packages of instant noodles, and arrived at a kitchen renovated from a balcony.

Place the pot, light the fire, and add water.

Done in one go.

Soon, fine bubbles began to appear at the bottom of the pot.

Gurgling, the gradually rising water vapor cast strange shadows in front of my eyes, and then floated towards the greasy ceiling.

He started down.

Soon, dinner will be ready.

Fuling, Baixiang, Erguotou.

This is Meng Chen’s main meal every day.

not bad.

He picked up the elastic noodles, opened his mouth, and swallowed it.

The aroma lingers at the tip of the nose, melts in the mouth, and finally sinks warmly into the belly.

I unscrewed Erguotou and took a sip.

With appetite whetted, Meng Chen felt a gust of wind swirling around him.

Leaning on the sofa, he felt a little sleepy.

…

A year ago, Meng Chen had a very good family.

I have parents and a lovely sister.

Although they are not rich, they live a comfortable life and the family loves each other and is happy.

But just a year ago, my parents disappeared mysteriously, and then my sister.

As if Pandora's box had been opened, people around him began to disappear one by one.

Among them, there are relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues who work during the holidays, and even netizens...

In just one year, including Pan Feng today, there are 63 people.

No one knows what's going on.

Incredible.

…

His head tilted on the sofa, and Meng Chen woke up with a start.

All around, there was an irreversible darkness.

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

Rubbing his eyes, Meng Chen turned on the light on his mobile phone and walked to his bedroom.

"call!"

As soon as he opened the door, he stepped on something soft.

He leaned over, picked up the thing, and placed it on the table by the door.

He knew without looking that it was a stuffed bear pillow.

When my sister is around, I like to hold her to sleep.

In a small house with two bedrooms and one living room, his parents have a room and his sister has a room. He used to live on campus and sleep on the sofa in the living room when he was at home.

But now, I live in my sister's room.

"Snapped!"
To be continued...