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Chapter 1 The Eve of the Winter Solstice
In the days at the end of December, Westerners begin to celebrate their Christmas, while Easterners celebrate the winter solstice.

Of course, strictly speaking, the winter solstice is not a festival, and even if it is, it is not in the world, but in another world, which is what the Chinese call a festival of ghosts.But compared to Christmas, Westerners may prefer Christmas Eve, and call it various beautiful titles, such as Christmas Eve.The same is true for the winter solstice, but the eve of the winter solstice is relatively unlucky, especially for the old people who prefer tradition.

From a scientific point of view, in the northern hemisphere, the winter solstice is the day with the longest night and the shortest day. If a year is compared to a day, the winter solstice is equivalent to midnight.Therefore, the eve before the winter solstice is a veritable long night. It gets dark very early and is also very cold. The sun is always struggling to get off work early, as if suffering from a dark phobia, and hastily hides below the horizon. .

It was only 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was already pitch black, and even the moon could not be found. I stood in front of the window, looking at the dark sky in the distance, and suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart.

I hurriedly closed the curtains, turned on the computer, and started surfing the Internet. There was no special news on the Internet today. I chatted with a friend of mine for a while and then went offline.I started to write a new novel. I just wrote the beginning, but the inspiration I originally thought was suddenly exhausted, and I couldn’t remember it anymore. I always felt that something was wrong today, so I opened my mailbox to receive emails. There was only one New E-mail, the sender is Lin Shu, an old classmate and good friend of mine.

The content is very short -

my friend
When you receive this letter from me, come to my house immediately, come right away, don't hesitate for a minute, okay?I'm too late now, come on, you must come.

Lin Shu
What does he mean?Let me go to his place at night, such a cold day, such a long way, his place is an hour's drive from my house, it will kill me.I looked at the time he sent, it was only half an hour from now.And now it's almost 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, is there really such an important thing?Are you kidding me?But Lin Shu is not this kind of person. A more serious person like him is not very good at joking with others. Maybe there is really something very important.

I wandered around the room, looked out the dark window, and finally decided to go.

When I went out, I found several circles of yellow ashes on the ground. I don’t know who burned the tin foil, so I made a detour.When I walked to the road, I realized that the weather was colder than I imagined. The wind came out from nowhere and whistled in mid-air.The shops are closed, and the convenience stores that are open are also lifeless. There are almost no pedestrians on the sidewalks, and there are very few cars on the road. I waited for a taxi for a long time, and clearly counted The sound of my own footsteps resounding.

Finally hailed a taxi.

The driver is in his 30s and quite talkative: "Sir, you are still going out tonight."

"It's urgent."

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice."

"Hehe, I don't believe this."

"I don't believe it either, but it's better to stay at home tonight. After finishing your business today, I'll go home right away. Every year I go home early tonight. "

"why?"

"Ghosts also need to call a taxi. Because tonight and tomorrow are ghosts' holidays. Didn't scare you, hehe, just kidding, don't be afraid."

The car got on the elevated road, and I looked at our city outside the car window. Santana was speeding, and the high-rise buildings on both sides were running backwards. I felt like I was walking through the woods.In the misty night, the lights flickering from countless windows are somewhat dim, and even the neon lights are as pale as a woman who has removed her makeup.

For some reason, I was uneasy.

The car has already left the inner ring road.Lin Shu’s home is in a remote residential area near Xinzhuang in the south of Xuhui District. It is on the seventh floor, more than 100 square meters, and far away from the subway. Last month, Lin Shu said that his parents went to Australia to visit relatives, and they wanted to meet them there. New century, so now he lives alone.Living alone in such a big house requires a bit of psychological quality.

I looked around, and now the car was driving on a small road. Although I often go to Lin Shu's house, I have never been on this road. I can't see the street signs on both sides clearly in the dark, and I can only see the blackness in the distance. houses, or large tracts of wasteland.The car turned on its headlights, illuminating the front, and the bright asphalt road gave off harsh reflections.But the surrounding area was dark, like the sea in winter night, and our car was like a lighted boat in the sea, driving on a lost route.

I simply closed my eyes and let the car drive me around in the dark in a daze.Half asleep and half awake, the car stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes and saw the dark residential buildings outside the car, and they had indeed arrived.When I got out of the car, the driver only charged me a whole number, not a fraction.He then quickly turned the car around and drove away.

I walked forward in a daze, shivering uncontrollably. There was no one in the alleys of the community, and there were only scattered windows with light shining through the buildings on both sides. It might be a few people surfing the Internet in the middle of the night.The hot air I kept exhaling rose to the sky like a cloud of clear smoke. I looked at the sky, and the stars and the moon were gone, only a few black clouds floating.The wind was getting stronger and stronger, swooping down from high in the sky, rolling up some fine debris and flying in the air.Which plastic canopy was not installed properly, trembling dangerously in the strong wind, crumbling, making a loud noise, like a fist hitting the plastic.

Suddenly I seemed to hear a sound in front of me, "Boom—" The sound was muffled, as if someone's flower pot had been smashed.

I quickened my pace, and on the ground under Lin Shu's house, I found a person lying on the ground.

Holding my breath, I took a few steps closer, and under a dim streetlight in front of the building, I saw the man's face clearly. It was the face of my friend Lin Shu.

A pool of dark red blood was rushing out from under the back of his head.

I suddenly thought of something, and immediately raised my wrist to look at my watch—it was 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

The winter solstice is here.

(End of this chapter)