Hospital No. 444

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen returned to the intersection with the help of the nurse.

At this time, both of them felt extremely heavy in their hearts.

Everything just happened was like an unreal dream.

The only real thing is the CT examination receipt in hand.

Dai Ming looked at the distraught Pan Yizhen and could see that she was feeling quite anxious now.

"Miss Pan," Dai Ming said, not worried about letting Pan Yizhen go back alone, "I'll take you back to the hotel."

"I don't want to just go back to the hotel." Pan Yizhen suddenly looked at Dai Ming and said, "That female ghost... I'm afraid she is not a fictional existence in some painting! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Huh? What do you want to say? Miss Pan?"

"You come with me."

Then... Pan Yizhen took Dai Ming into a nearby Internet cafe.

Taking out the drawings from her bag, Pan Yizhen opened a forum.

This is a forum called Senran Night Talk. You can tell from the name what kind of posts are posted in it.

Pan Yizhen pointed to this forum and said: "I am already level 6 in this forum. I am going to post our paintings in this forum!"

"What?"

Only then did Dai Ming understand Pan Yizhen's intention.

"If this female ghost really exists...if there are others like us who can only draw this female ghost, then maybe someone will see the post!"

"That makes sense... I'm here to help edit the post too."

…

Later, Pan Yizhen and Dai Ming used their own trumpet accounts to "reprint" their posts in other forums, hoping to expand the influence of the posts, and just prayed not to be 404ed.

After finishing their work, the two walked out of the Internet cafe, and it was getting dark. Winter nights come too quickly.

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen both felt a strong sense of powerlessness under the night.

"Shall I...send it off to you, Miss Pan?"

Pan Yizhen looked at Dai Ming beside her and said, "I've thought about it a lot. If I die..."

"Don't say that! Let's just draw a picture. How can people die!" Dai Ming still hoped to comfort Pan Yizhen: "Don't scare yourself first!"

"There are many things in life that cannot go as planned."

Pan Yizhen raised her head and looked at the boundless dark sky.

"When I was a child, my parents took me to the amusement park for a whole day. Then, they took me to a children's restaurant and said to me seriously, Yizhen, my parents will not live together like now. , but except for this, nothing has changed. Yizhen, do you want to live with your father or your mother? "

Although Dai Ming had never had such an experience, just hearing Pan Yizhen say such words in such a calm tone made him feel a little distressed.

"Isn't it strange? Why, why would my parents ask me such questions and ask me to make such a cruel choice? I have never seen them quarrel, let alone domestic violence. Moreover, no one cheated, There are no bloody dramas such as mistresses and adultery. The two of them just don’t love each other anymore and have no feelings. Then they asked me to choose to live with only one of them. After they played with me all day..."

When Pan Yizhen said this, she burst into tears unknowingly.

Dai Ming was suddenly embarrassed, but he rummaged through his body and couldn't find a pack of tissues. Pedestrians passing by on the road glanced at him from time to time, probably automatically thinking that Dai Ming was a scumbag.

"Look..." Pan Yizhen spread her hands and said to Dai Ming: "Life is like this, so cruel. I was...crying and grabbing their clothes, crying and begging them not to divorce. I don't want this. Words that I only saw in TV dramas happened to me. I cried so hard and begged them... To this day, I still can't understand why they had to divorce."

"This kind of thing...perhaps only the person involved knows it..."

"That day, they bought me a lot of ice cream, a lot... very sweet. And then... from that day on, until now, I have never eaten ice cream again. Not even once."

Dai Ming thought of that sentence: Happy people use their childhood to heal their lives, and unfortunate people use their lives to heal their childhood.

"I may not get married in the future. I don't want to get married and have children hastily. One day when I no longer love you, I will say to my children: My child, you have to choose between me and your father..."

"My parents have both remarried and given birth to a second child, so... if I die... if..."

"That's not the case!" Dai Ming shook his head desperately: "Even if your parents are divorced, they will still love you! My parents were so worried about me in the past! They have always been worried about whether I would be serious about painting such a painting. I have mental health problems, so I have been taking me to seek medical treatment. My mother hugged me and said...she no longer cares whether I can become a great painter, she would rather have me with a healthy body and mind..."

Pan Yizhen was silent.

"You should have a very happy family."

"I...I didn't mean that..." Dai Ming realized that he might have said the wrong thing, and was at a loss for a moment.

Pan Yizhen looked at the CT appointment receipt in front of her.

"Hey, Dai Ming."

"Huh?" Dai Ming didn't notice that the other party called his full name for a moment.

"I want to see my dad. I haven't seen him for many years. If I really can..., I want to see him again. He lives in W City... A year after he divorced my mother, he I came to W City with a few friends to start a business, and after that, I took root here and never came back.”

Dai Ming vaguely speculated that perhaps the real reason for Pan Yizhen's parents' divorce was caused by differences in outlook.

"You want to see him, but you haven't dared to, right?"

"I don't know..." Pan Yizhen was obviously confused, "Anyway, it's not today. Let's wait until the report comes out. Maybe the doctor misdiagnosed, maybe there's nothing wrong with it."

After Dai Ming sent Pan Yizhen to the door of the hotel, she looked back at Dai Ming.

"Then, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

…

On the way home, Dai Ming's mind was filled with Xie Chengjun's serious face and Pan Yizhen's crying face.

Dai Ming picked up his phone and couldn't help but start searching for "What to do if you are cursed by a resentful spirit"...

What about spreading salt, believing in Buddhism, and trying to save things... Dai Ming looked at it, but he really didn't think there was any good way.

"Pan Yizhen..."

Dai Ming muttered the name silently again.

"I hope we can all survive well..."

At this time, he was sitting on the subway going home.

There are about three subway trains from home.

His home is at the subway terminal, so there are not many people on the subway at this time.

He felt a little sleepy.

Logically speaking, there were still three stops, and he would get there if he just endured it, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he kept fighting.

Forget it, just sleep. Anyway, when he arrived at the terminal, the station staff would naturally wake him up.

Afterwards, Dai Ming fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, Dai Ming found that he was the only one in this carriage.

The subway announcement reminds me that we are about to arrive at the station.

Dai Ming picked up the phone and just unlocked it...

A picture unfolded before him.

This is a drawing software on the mobile phone. Dai Ming doesn't remember when it was installed.

At this time, the software opens and a sketch is displayed.

That painting...at first glance, it was his brushwork.

This was actually drawn by...him?

Dai Ming felt his hair stand on end and took a breath of air.

The painting shows the subway car in front of me!

There is himself in the painting!

And on the seat opposite him...

That female ghost is sitting there!

Dai Ming put down his phone and looked at the seat opposite him with wide eyes.

The row of seats in front of me was empty... not a single person!

Dai Ming's face became extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

The subway has arrived.

Dai Ming was so frightened that he rushed out like crazy as soon as the subway door opened. He ran desperately to find the location of the turnstile. After swiping his transportation card, he rushed to the subway exit. In the process, he kept looking behind him!

"Don't...you...don't...don't come to me!"