Guo Yuying continued: "Before 12 o'clock in the night, Kirk took a taxi to Qikou Lane on the outskirts of the city. It was a deep alley with a total of seven small alleys on the left and right, and from time to time a cold wind blew, and Kirk couldn't help but shiver. He didn't know which alley to choose to walk into, and he didn't know which road would extend to No. 147. Just as he hesitated, the mobile phone rang, and the voice on the other end of the phone came from the voice that was neither male nor female: "Turn into the third alley and keep walking until you see an old mental hospital, I will pick you up at the door." "Psychiatric hospitals? Could this psychiatric hospital be the one Mom mentioned? Kirk's heart began to pound. If you come, you will be safe, and you will get the tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den. He turned into the third alley and walked all the way to No. 147. A doctor-like man in a white lab coat and black, wide-rimmed glasses, stood under a dimly lit streetlamp, quietly watching in the direction he came, with a dark, old inpatient unit behind him. When Kirk walked in front of the white coat, the white coat said embarrassedly, "It's so late, and it's really disturbing for you to come here." On the chest of his white coat was a plaque with the words Attending Physician, but his name was not clear. His tone was very similar to that of a Japanese, but his voice was so deep that it was not at all the voice of a telephone voice. Kirk's expression was very strange, the white coat seemed to see through his heart, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his low nose, and said slowly: "The microphone of my mobile phone is broken, and the sound may not be very good, please forgive me." "Are you Japanese?" Kirk asked nervously. "I'm not, I studied in Japan." The white coat walked in front and led Kirk into the main building of the mental hospital, "Maybe my behavior is somewhat contaminated with Japanese habits." They sat down in a hospital room on the second floor. The lab coat told Kirk that the room was where his mother had stayed. Hearing this, Kirk's head buzzed, "Wait a minute, who the hell are you?" He was still thinking in his heart, was this person his father? He is not as evil and terrifying as he is described in his suicide note. "Please forgive me for lying to you!" The white coat bowed, "I'm not your father, I'm the attending physician of this hospital, and your mother is my patient." The story he told next left Kirk at a loss as to whether to trust his mother or the stranger. "More than 20 years ago, your mother was admitted to this hospital. She was emotionally stimulated by her husband's love affair with a bewitching vixen and divorced her, and she fought to finally get custody of you. But how can the wounds of the heart be healed so easily? In the beginning, she would always say that her husband had gone on a business trip far away and had a car accident, and when he came back, she found that he was no longer the husband he used to be, and that he had become irritable and vicious...... In fact, this is just a situation that she unilaterally imagined, and she has not been able to get out of that shadow, resulting in a gradual distortion of her worldview and outlook on life, accompanied by intermittent auditory hallucinations. Before you were hospitalized, you were sent to a distant relative to be raised, and yes, your dad didn't care about you at all. Your mother will always take the opportunity to go home to see her son to escape the care of doctors and nurses, and then take you far away. We brought her back several times for more treatment, but her rebellion grew stronger. Finally one day, she really disappeared, and the doctors and nurses couldn't reach her for a long time, and her relatives said that she took her son with them, but did not say where he went. Since then, she has changed her name and surname and has not been heard from. We've been looking for her all these years. A few days ago, I finally contacted your mother through the police, but she has turned into a dead body. So, I feel the need to tell you these truths, let you know about your mother's past, and please don't hold a grudge against your father and live well. Kirk asked incomprehensibly, "But why are you pretending to be my father?" "Because, only in this way can I better cut into your life, and I can talk to you about these things well, after all, I also watched you grow up." His tone was indeed Japanese arrogance and loftiness. After saying these words, the white coat covered his head and pondered for a while, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his right hand, pressed it a few times, and handed it to Kirk, "Kirk, please take a closer look, is your mother's suicide note this?" Kirk took it, and after a few minutes, his face changed dramatically. The contents of the phone were exactly the same as those in the suicide note he saw. He was just about to open his mouth, and the white coat said quietly: "This is an unknown number, I can't be sure where it came from, and the internal staff of the mobile company can't find out its source and mobile phone number." He adjusted his tone and continued: "It is this suicide note that we want to contact you, we are afraid that you will be influenced by your mother and repeat her mistakes." Kirk nodded gratefully, then said goodbye to his lab coat. Now, there is another question lingering in his mind. That is, since Bai Da Coat knew the content of his mother's suicide note, it was impossible for him to break into his house and rummage through the cabinets, that is, someone else broke into the door. Who is he? Sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves into the second-floor window and slanted onto Kirk's face. His expression was much more vivid than the previous days, and last night's conversation seemed to dilute his sadness and disbelief. He took a sip of black tea, turned on his computer and started his day's work. There were only two emails in the mailbox, and he opened the next one in first-come, first-served order. Oh my God, it's another two-nothing letter. The words in the text made him choke and cough incessantly. There is only one sentence in it: "You will die tonight." It was such a mysterious email that predicted the death of his mother, and his mother really died, and it was like a curse that began to befall him. He didn't think much about it, he took death very lightly, he knew that death was not terrible, what was terrible was that there were still unfulfilled wishes. He wished he could figure it all out before he died. His hands were still shaking, and he opened another email. Email Title: Murderous text reproduces. It seems to be a continuation of the previous one, and what is even more bizarre is that it accurately tells what Kirk experienced yesterday after receiving "The Murder Text", and it also continues the later plot. He didn't dare to read it, he was afraid that what he would experience next would be the same as this article. His heart was furious, and he suddenly felt as if there were a pair of invisible eyes staring at him, and there was also a pair of invisible hands controlling his fate. But in the end, curiosity prevailed over fear, and he read it with trepidation. The day after I returned from the psychiatric hospital, I was sitting in the editorial office reading the manuscript. At this time, the phone on the desk rang, it was the doorman downstairs, and he said that he had my package. I hurriedly dressed and went downstairs...... At this time, the landline really rang, and the voice of the doorman came from inside. Kirk hurried downstairs to retrieve the package. The package was strange, according to the doorman it was left by a man in black AB pants, but he was wearing a big hoodie, and the doorman didn't see his face. Kirk opened the package, revealing a white lab coat inside. He unfolded his lab coat and saw the attending physician's nameplate on his chest. A small note fell out. It reads: "Kirk, hand over the parchment, or I don't care if your father lives or dies." Remember, don't call the police, I'll come to you. "I was told by the manuscript again. But that psychiatrist wasn't my dad at all, and I didn't have any parchment in my hand. Kirk's mind was blank, he didn't know what to do, he regretted it, he knew that it was better not to take this package, and he knew that it would be better not to see the so-called father. He continued to read, hoping to find a solution in the prophetic manuscript. I paced around the office in a hurry, thinking that since the psychiatrist wasn't my father, why didn't I "hang it up." But after thinking about it, it was a human life after all, how could I be a turtle with a shrunken head, and besides, he was my mother's attending physician. My head is about to explode, but I still can't find a solution, so I can't call the police. However, the white coat would be in danger in this way. I put my hands in my trouser pockets and looked out the window in confusion. Guess what, my hand grabbed? I pulled out a palm-sized parchment roll from my wide trouser pocket. I unfolded it, and there were dense lines drawn on it, and in some places the names of the mountains were marked. This must be a treasure map. It seems that the person who kidnapped the white coat was for this treasure map. But how did it get into my trouser pocket? I thought about it carefully, I must have gone to see him last night, and he quietly slipped it into my trouser pocket while I wasn't looking. Now the white coat was saved, and I almost jumped for joy. At this moment, my phone rang, and my heart tensed. What should come will come...... This is the end of the sentence, but the mail window still shows signs that it can be pulled down a long distance. Could it be that the rest of the plot was automatically blocked by the mailbox system, or did he not type at all, or changed to a white font. Kirk tried to change the font color to black in the format by clicking on the Select All option, but the words below still didn't show up. Could it be that this contributor is joking with me, or is there some other reason? Just when Kirk was sorry for this, his mobile phone rang, and it was the cemetery keeper who called, telling him to hurry to his mother's grave. He hurriedly took leave from the editor-in-chief and took a taxi to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. The cemetery keeper in blue overalls nervously told Kirk, "Your mother's grave was mysteriously stolen and even the coffin was missing." His eyes were strange and panicked. Kirk hurried into the depths of the cemetery and came to his mother's grave. It was only then that Kirk realized that he had been deceived. The place where my mother slept after her death was intact, the words on the tombstone were still clear, and the dried bouquet of flowers was still lying quietly in front of the tombstone. A gust of wind ruffled a few leaves on the ground. Kirk looked back and saw a man in black AB pants. He took off his large hat, revealing a scarred face that looked like a black line inlaid with it. He said quietly, "It's not easy to see you. "Did you buy the administrator, just for a parchment?" Why make such a big fuss? Kirk's face didn't change, in fact, his heart was beating hard. Parchment rolls! Scarface reached out to him. What about my dad? Kirk stood still, and said this deliberately in order to show sincerity and importance to him. Okay, hand in the papers, hand in the others. Scarface whistled, and several accomplices in denim outfits stepped out of the woods behind the cemetery, while the lab coat was escorted behind by two men. Fortunately, Scarface is a trustworthy person. However, before Kirk and White Coat could take a few steps, Scarface blocked their way again. "Stinky boy, dare to Meng Laozi, this is not a treasure map at all, you scribbled it, right?" Scarface said viciously, he was angry. The parchment was indeed replaced by Kirk, who knew that the treasures were the property of the state, and he called the police on the way here. He had long thought that things could not be so coincidental, unless someone did it on purpose. At this time, the police rushed out and surrounded the men, but they neglected the safety of the hostages. At this moment, Scarface made a posture of a fish to death, grabbed Kirk, and stabbed him in the neck with a knife, and at this moment, the white coat blocked Kirk in front of him with his chest. Blood was pouring all over the floor, but a sweet smile appeared on the face of the white coat. From the hospital bed, the white coat kindly told Kirk that he was Kirk's biological father. Several resident police officers also corroborated his account. More than twenty years ago, he went on a business trip and happened to meet these people who stole national treasures, and by chance got their treasure maps. So, he cleverly hid the treasure map and looked for an opportunity to hand it over to the state, but this opportunity was more than 20 years old, and he wanted to catch all of them. And these people made crazy threats and revenge on him. They were responsible for the accident, but they didn't find a treasure map on him. Kirk was puzzled because her mother had never told her about it. The lab coat smiled and continued. White Coat met and fell in love with Kirk's mother in a mental hospital. She had been married once before she married White Coat, and she suffered from intermittent insanity because of the divorce, but the medication was enough to control the condition and she could be discharged from the hospital, and they had a child, which was Kirk. However, when the white coat had a car accident on a business trip, her mother's condition deteriorated sharply, and the old illness recurred and caused insanity. She even thought that the white coat was no longer a white coat, so she fled the house with Kirk. And the story he told Kirk about his mother last night was a complete fabrication. Over the years, he has been looking for Kirk's mother and son, but his deranged mother, who is good and bad, always tries to avoid him. So, he didn't contact them again, but quietly accompanied them and watched them in the hospital in the city where they lived. He discovered that love doesn't have to be together, as long as they are happy. "But, Daddy, when I saw you, why didn't you admit that I was your son?" Kirk shook his father's hand vigorously, and for the first time in 20 years he had looked at him so closely. "Because, I found out that the treasure thief gang has followed me into this city, so I can't admit that you are my son, for fear that they will hurt you. I didn't expect them to investigate our true relationship, guess that the parchment roll is on you, and find you......" The white coat's eyes were full of tears, "Unfortunately, your mother is no longer there." "Mom, forever in my heart and Dad's heart." Kirk pulls up a picture of her mother from her phone, in which she smiles sweetly at the father and son. "By the way, Dad, how can you have Mom's suicide note?" "Because...... Because it was a mysterious text message I received. The white coat's hand trembled, "Before your mother's accident, I received a mysterious text message that said: Be careful, the treasure thieves who had a relationship with you many years ago have been hiding around you. At that time, when I saw this text message without a sender, I was very unimpressed, but after work, I found that I was being followed by several mysterious people, so I had to believe it. "Your mother's suicide note also mysteriously appeared in my phone like this. I thought it was time to contact you, to explain something to you, lest your mother's nonsense affect your life and happiness. The white coat's eyes were filled with tears. Kirk's life is full of sunshine and life. Although his mother's departure was a pity, he found his biological father. After his father was discharged from the hospital, Kirk continued to return to the editorial office and began his dull work. On this day, the police called to tell him that his mother had died by suicide and that she had gone insane and bought a bottle of orange juice at a supermarket and poured some kind of toxic substance into it. And that Erwu email was sent to him by a psychopathic guy who had nothing to do, trying to scare him, a magazine editor who prides himself on reading a lot of horror novels, but unexpectedly coincided with his mother's suicide. The police have educated the troublemaker in the law. Life is like that, it's always full of coincidences. However, he has not been able to find an explanation for the prophecy of the murderous text. The police were also helpless about it, and they were surprised that the email address could not find the real IP on the Internet, and they said they would continue to investigate. Kirk opened his email again, and among the many submissions, he saw the sensitive title "Goodbye, Murderous Text". This continuation of the previous story, Nevin once again succeeded in telling all the things that Kirk had experienced during this time, but the mood of looking at Kirk became surprised again. Kirk: By the time you saw this email, I was getting farther and farther away from you. In real life, my name is Kirk, and I'm also a fiction editor for a horror magazine. The story in the email is my own experience. I don't know how I know your email address, and I don't know why I'm writing this story to you, but I know you're going to go through what I went through, and maybe it's telepathy. Don't try to find me or contact me, because you'll never be able to meet me. Actually, when I submitted this manuscript, I didn't want it to appear in the magazine, but I simply wanted to tell you what I went through, so that you wouldn't repeat my mistakes. The police will tell you in a few days that they have found the IP of my email address. I think the reason why they couldn't find it was because it wasn't time yet. I'm lying in my hospital bed writing your last email now, and I know that this is how our fate will end, and I always feel this feeling in my heart, and I can always feel the beating of your heart. By the way, please leave the editorial office quickly after work today. Otherwise, you'd be reading the manuscript on a hospital bed with your legs wrapped in bandages. Kirk, go all the way, and your story will continue in a good direction! I want to walk on the flower-filled mountain paths, watch the butterflies flutter around me, and watch my parents continue to live happily around me. However, my world will be a little different from yours after all. If I were a cold-blooded person, I would have made you like me, and I wouldn't have sent you the prophetic "Murderous Text". Goodbye, brother! This concludes the letter. A few tears welled up in the corners of Kirk's eyes, he didn't know that he was such an easily touched person. He wanted to know who he really was, and he wanted to meet this guy he had never met, and he believed they would be best friends. He closed his mailbox, quietly looked at the hazy sky outside the window, and muttered in his heart: Is it going to rain? After work, Kirk hurriedly told everyone to leave quickly. When they left the office building a few hundred meters later, the mountains shook, and the office building was reduced to nothing in an instant. He looked at the ruins in amazement, and silently thanked the man named Kirk. Later, the news reported that a 58-magnitude earthquake had struck the local area, and several buildings that had been in disrepair had collapsed, but fortunately there were not many casualties. A few days later, the police strangely told Kirk that the mysterious prophetic manuscript was sent by Kirk himself, because the sender's IP address was the IP address of Kirk's home or office. Kirk couldn't believe how he could have known what was going to happen and send him the mysterious "Murder Text", he clearly remembered that he had done nothing at home. The police also believed that this was not something that Kirk could do. There are always things in the world that cannot be explained. Until one day, Kirk saw a theory in a book. The book says that there are many different spaces in this world, and there is another identical self living in different spaces, they are all experiencing the same thing, and when the spaces overlap, your life will be changed. Kirk opened the document on the computer and wrote the sentence: I met me. He also guessed that the mysterious text messages his father received were because his father met his father. When Kirk walks on a mountain path full of flowers, he always thinks of him. He shouted to the sky, "I miss you, brother! ”

When Guo Yuying finished speaking. Everyone still seems to have a feeling of unfinished.

Charlie said: "This is a good story......

Guo Yuying took a sip of wine very happily......

At this time, I saw Lin Qian and Huang Xiaopo, although they were still a little excited. But Huang Xiaopo had already yawned.

I said to Huang Xiaopo, "What? Isn't it sleepy......"

Huang Xiaopo said: "It's okay......"

"If you're sleepy, go upstairs and rest for a while......"

At this time, Ruohan also seemed to be a little sleepy. I looked at Ruohan and said, "Why don't you play here today......"

Rainforest said, "How can this be done...... Whoever is sleepy will go upstairs to sleep, or will they get ......"

"That's fine. Anyway, there's enough room for you girls. The three of us big men are on the first floor and it's OK to spend the night. ”

At this time, Lin Qian said: "I'm also a little sleepy......"

Ruohan said to Lin Qian and Huang Xiaopo: "Then you can follow me upstairs......"

Lin Qian is a general who tells ghost stories, and if Lin Qian goes upstairs to sleep, he will basically be declared gameover.

Now only me, Sun Tielong, Charlie Ba, Guo Yuying, and Cai Yingping, who doesn't speak, are left downstairs.

I looked at Guo Yuying and said, "It seems." Nothing more fun. ”

Guo Yuying smiled: "Yes...... But aren't there five more people now? ”

Charlie Ba said to Guo Yuying: "What? What's the fun ......"

Guo Yuying smiled: "Nothing fun......"

Charlie Ba said: "Rely on ......"