The corridor is full of people, so it's not lively. Apex The fastest update is compared to shopping malls and shopping streets, and this place is not inferior.

In most areas of the hospital, people with sad faces are seen. It is only in the delivery room, in this place where newborns gather, that you can see so many smiling faces.

Among all the smiling faces, a face with compassion and regret is particularly prominent.

The man had typical Western facial features. It has deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. He has a long face and a mustache on his chin. When they met me again, there was a blue glow in those eyes. But I faintly saw a hint of scarlet in those eyes.

My heart beat two points faster, and I instinctively felt that he was the one I was looking for.

But why should I find someone?

I didn't figure it out.

With a feeling of doubt, I was shouted, and as soon as I turned around, I said yes, and then I turned my head to look over, and the strange foreigner was gone.

Obviously he should be a very conspicuous foreigner, but when I saw him just now, the first impression was the expression on his face.

I was called into the hospital room.

The ward was full of people. Newborns are held in the arms of their mothers. The women all looked different, and their faces were the same love and joy. It's like the people in the entire corridor, almost all of them have this expression.

I stared at the kid.

The woman with the child in her arms motioned for me to hold the baby.

I was in a hurry and a little overwhelmed. It's like holding a fragile treasure in your arms, holding the child carefully.

The child is very light. It's not quite what I imagined.

I don't know why, but I always feel that such a child should be heavy.

I should have struggled to hold it, someone should have wrapped around me from behind, dragging my hand, holding the child.

Neither should a child look like this.

A wrinkled, red face, and sparse fetal hair on his head, but his facial features should be more beautiful.

It should be a beautiful little girl.

“…… I'm going to be an uncle. Be a good example for your nephew. ”

Someone next to him said.

My heart is soft, but I subconsciously feel that it shouldn't be like this.

It's not a nephew, it's a sister. I should have a lovely sister, and I should not be an example to her, but I should protect her.

My consciousness went into a trance.

It didn't take long for me to notice that the child in my arms had grown a lot.

His eyes were open, and his dark eyes were staring at people, grinning and giggling. Laugh when you see me.

I can't help but laugh and tease him, too.

But sometimes, when I fell asleep, I would dream of the foreigner again.

In my daze, I seemed to see the foreigner standing in the dark. He stood on the edge of the bed and looked down at the little baby lying on the bed.

As soon as I looked up, his red eyes were staring at me.

"He didn't live to be ten years old. Before the age of ten, you will have an accident. ”

I woke up suddenly.

The nightmare began to haunt me.

When I woke up in the morning, the young man in the mirror was no longer radiant.

I noticed that the people in my family were also sad.

There is an extra bodhisattva in the house. The bodhisattva's eyes are kind, and his eyes that are narrowed into a slit seem to contain compassion.

But that dream has been haunting me.

The man appeared in his dreams every night and night, staring at the child, as if he bent a little more and got a little closer to the baby every time he appeared.

"Mom, this can't be done...... What the hell is that? Why did you set your sights on Xiaobao......"

I heard the woman's cry. Through the wall, the sighs and cries of the two women could be clearly heard.

"What the hell are you going to do!" I cried out in my dreams.

The man bent over, turned his head to look at me, curled the corners of his lips, and actually smiled.

The child's crying woke me up all at once.

I walked out the door and looked gloomily at the situation in the next room.

It was supposed to be my mother's woman holding the baby and going around in circles in the room.

"Woke you up. You go to bed early. It will be fine in a while. You can also be considerate of your brother and sister-in-law. Your sister-in-law has given birth...... Your brother still has to take care of her. The woman sighed.

I looked at the child crying hoarsely, and my soft heart seemed to be clutched.

"I'll do it. Mom, you sleep for a while. I took the boy over, wrapped him in a small quilt, and let him lie on my shoulder, patting him on the back and humming a little tune out of tune.

As I walked around the house, my child's crying became quieter.

I walked out to the balcony, took a casual glance, and saw the light in the stairwell opposite.

There was a man standing there, through the window, staring at me.

He smiled at me and bowed slightly.

My heart almost stopped.

The child stopped crying.

I put the children back next to the women, watched them fall asleep, and closed the door.

I turned my head to look at the window. Far away, but I could still see the figure in the window opposite.

I grabbed a coat, grabbed the keys, opened the door softly, and rushed out.

It's that person! That thing!

As soon as I ran downstairs, my footsteps stopped.

The man was at the door. The dim light of the streetlamp shone on him. But there was no man on the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." He touched his chest with one hand and was polite, "Do you believe what I said to you?" ”

"What are you going to do?" I gritted my teeth, and a little bit of fear arose.

"Just a small deal. I am a businessman, a middleman. I can save your nephew. That's your brother's blood, it's your family's blood. You should know that you are just an adopted child......" The man had a smile on his face, a foreigner's face, and spoke standard Mandarin and spoke eloquently.

I felt chills in my hands and feet.

Again, I felt that something was wrong.

Adopt?

How could I possibly be adopted?

But I knew in my heart that I was indeed adopted. I am my biological father and adoptive father are comrades-in-arms, after my biological father died, my mother remarried, I was lonely, it was my adoptive father who adopted me, took care of me, and treated me like my own son. My adoptive mother and brother also treated me very well and never treated me as an adopted child.

My adoptive father died of illness five or six years ago. He didn't even get to see his brother marry and have children. This has also become his regret.

"I only need your soul for as long as you want, and I can transfer your life to your nephew. Your nephew will grow up healthy and healthy, and he will be able to marry and have children. As for you, you should have lived to be ninety-one years old, a long life. Divide it equally among your nephew, who will also live to be fifty years old. What do you think? The man added, "All you need is your soul after death." ”

His tone is like the cry of "only 998" in the shoddy TV commercials.

That tone aside, I still feel that something is not quite right.

Live to be fifty years old......

did not live to be fifty years old......

Who didn't live to be fifty?

"What the hell are you?" I heard myself questioning.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Tomorrow at noon, you'll have an accident. Rest assured, you'll be safe. You can live to be 91 years old. It's someone else who dies. It's a shame that that one doesn't want to make a deal with me. As he spoke, the hand resting his hand on his chest again, bowed his head and took two steps back.

He withdrew from the aperture of the streetlamp, but it was not pitch black, and his figure disappeared abruptly.

My eyes widened, and it wasn't until the night breeze gave me a chill that I suddenly realized what had just happened.

At noon the next day, while I was absent-mindedly eating lunch, the chandelier in the cafeteria went down.

My heart was beating wildly, only to find that the falling chandelier had hurt no one.

Inside the cafeteria, however, there were shouts of terror.

I watched in amazement as the chef was being carried out of the kitchen. The chef was covered in blood, and his left hand was completely broken, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached.

I listened to the gossip of the people around me, and I realized that the chef was chopping a big bone just now, and the loud movement of the chandelier smashing down made the chef's hand shake, and he actually slashed his wrist.

Blood spurted all over the kitchen.

Before the end of the day, everyone in the unit heard about the chef's death.

The whole thing is so bizarre.

If it was a chandelier that killed someone, it might have been a human accident, but the chef's death was obviously not.

I felt a chill run down my back, and my teeth started to chatter involuntarily.