Seeing Zhao Xiaofeng getting busy in front of the computer again, Chen Fei was waving back and forth in his hut. Zhao Xiaofeng's grades should be quite good. Chen Fei saw a few yellowed certificates on the wall beside his bed, all of which were awards that he won during college.

Chen Fei also noticed that there was also a yellowed photo at the head of the bed. Zhao Xiaofeng and a girl took a photo. The posture of the two in the photo should be a couple. There was a line of boys who said "Summer 2012" written in the bottom corner of the photo. Chen Fei continued to look at the head of the bed and found that seven or eight small white medicine bottles were lying tilted on the bedside table beside Zhao Xiaofeng's bed. He looked closer and saw painkiller tablets on it.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaofeng's phone rang again. He only heard him say: "Okay, Mr. Zhou, don't worry, I will work overtime in the past two days to write this program." Chen Fei walked over and looked at the time, at 9:43.

After hanging up the phone this time, Zhao Xiaofeng did not immediately start typing on the keyboard, but took out the lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and involuntarily trembled his right hand and sent the cigarette butt to his mouth with force.

Chen Fei looked at the smoke and clouds spitting out of Zhao Xiaofeng's mouth and shook his head helplessly. He was thinking, if Zhao Xiaofeng knew that this cigarette might burn out his last trace of vitality, would he still lit it?

With a sick mother, a broken-up girlfriend, the pressure of survival and a sick body, Chen Fei suddenly figured out the reason why Zhao Xiaofeng might die.

After smoking the cigarette in his mouth, Zhao Xiaofeng began to typing on the keyboard again, but this time it didn't last long. He suddenly stood up, tapped his head lightly with his hand, walked to the edge of the bed, picked up a small white bottle, poured four painkillers into his palm, covered it in his mouth, swallowed it, and then sat in front of the computer to continue working. It was ten:28.

Chen Fei stood next to Zhao Xiaofeng, staring at the dying peer in front of him in a daze. He was thinking that his family was similar to his, and he could even be said to be poorer. His father passed away when he was seven years old. His mother raised himself and his sister with great difficulty. It was so difficult to think about it. Now he still wants to let her bear the pain of losing her son. It is really ruthless to God.

Just as Chen Fei was in a daze, Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly stopped his hands and covered his head. It seemed that the painkiller tablets just now were not very effective. Zhao Xiaofeng staggered to the bed again, picked up the white medicine bottle, and poured a few more painkiller tablets into his hand. He held the right hand of the medicine bottle, and was about to put the medicine bottle back, but he took it back. After pausing for a moment, he poured a few more into his left hand again.

After taking the medicine, Zhao Xiaofeng's headache should have been relieved because he sat in front of the computer again. Then, the sound of typing on the computer keyboard continued to ring, echoing in this small room. Chen Fei lowered his head, wondering if he wanted to possess Zhao Xiaofeng, and this person had some similarities with him.

Time passed quickly, and suddenly the sound of the room came suddenly. Chen Fei raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaofeng from behind. He was still lying in front of the computer, maintaining the position he had just worked.

Chen Fei walked over and looked at the computer time, and it was eleven:12.

Chen Fei was still not possessed by Zhao Xiaofeng in the end, and he couldn't tell the reason. Maybe this is human nature. People always do this. If they still have a choice, even if they meet something that suits them, they are unwilling to accept it happily. They always want to see if there are other ones that suit them more.

On the third day, at 9 o'clock in the evening, Anshan Nursing Home, Zhou Weiguo, male, 83 years old, retired engineer of a state-owned enterprise. Chen Fei also saw the information of this person in the nurse's hand. Zhou Weiguo was the third person he was looking for. The old man said that his death was 12:01.

Anshan Nursing Home is one of the best nursing homes in the city. Most of the people who can retire here are rich and powerful people, but the location is a bit far away. Chen Fei set out at 6:30 and arrived at nearly 9:00.

When he first walked to the door of Zhou Weiguo's room, Chen Fei heard him laughing and talking inside, and was chatting with someone. After entering, he found that he was the only one in the room, holding a photo of a woman of similar age in his arms. The room was full of framed calligraphy characters, and a few unwritten calligraphy on the table. It seems that writing calligraphy is Zhou Weiguo's hobby.

Chen Fei walked around the room, and Zhou Weiguo was still chatting loudly at the photos. From going to the countryside to getting married and having children, he was so happy that he couldn't stop. It was not until the caregiver pushed the door in that Zhou Weiguo stopped.

"Uncle Zhou, you are chatting with aunt again." The nurse said to Zhou Weiguo familiarly after coming in.

"Oh, my son doesn't come to see me, and no one talks with me, so I have to chat with the photos." Zhou Weiguo sighed and responded.

After hearing this, the nurse smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou is too busy, so he doesn't have time to accompany you. He also cares about you very much. During the three years you have lived here, he has sent people to give you so many nutritional supplements every week. Uncle Li next door is very envious. He also called our director the day before yesterday and repeatedly told us to take care of you, reminding you to take medicine on time and be careful of your health."

"What's the matter with no time, I just don't want to come!" Zhou Weiguo said with a slight anger.

The nurse smiled and walked up to him with the medicine and said, "Uncle Zhou, it's 10:30 now, it's still the same as usual. You go to bed after taking the medicine. The doctor said that this will be good for your heart disease."

"Okay, you put it there, I'll take it later." Zhou Weiguo seemed unwilling to talk more at this time. The nurse put the medicine on the table and went out.

In the next few dozen minutes, Chen Fei felt quiet. The silence in the room was scary. He suddenly remembered the loneliness he felt when he was nesting in the corner of the wall after the crematorium factory left, as if the whole world was left with him. Zhou Weiguo should be the same now. This silence lasted until eleven forty.

Zhou Weiguo suddenly sighed and then said, "Forget it, old woman, I'm here to accompany you."

Then Zhou Weiguo took the photo and went to bed and turned off the lights.

The room immediately became silent again, and even the breathing sound became unaudible. Chen Fei turned around and walked out of the door. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at the medicine bottle on the table mountain in the moonlight. He was thinking: Are these medicines curing diseases or death-induced death?

When Chen Fei arrived at Qingyuan Road, it was four o'clock in the morning. Anshan was really too remote. Even though Chen Fei was a ghost now, it was difficult to get into the car. Fortunately, it was still time for the last person to die at 4:25, but this time it was on the road. Chen Fei thought to himself: Isn't it natural to die?

This time, no matter what kind of person Han Ke is, Chen Fei had no choice.

After waiting for a while, Chen Fei asked for a 4:25 pm, so he stood in the middle of the road and looked for it. Sure enough, a black Porsche rushed towards him quickly. Just when he was about to hit Chen Fei, Porsche suddenly tilted and ran towards the telephone pole on his left.

The sound of the collision was deafening, and fragments of the car body were scattered all over the ground. Chen Fei walked closer and saw that the car body had been seriously deformed, and even the telephone poles were a little tilted. There was a man and a woman in the car. A few meters away from the accident, there was a woman who was thrown out of the window during the impact just now.

Needless to say, the person who was thrown out of the car died on the spot. As for the situation of the two in the car, Chen Fei is not very clear about it.

Chen Fei quietly observed the situation in the car. The woman who was thrown out should have been in the front passenger seat before something happened and did not wear a seat belt. The other woman should have sat in the rear seat behind her. Although the woman in the back row was not thrown out, her body was obliquely stuck between the seat and the roof of the car, and her head hit the front bridge. The blood was oozing down along the edge of the shattered tabletop. It seemed that the chance of survival was not very high.

Chen Fei looked at Han Ke again, he was wearing a seat belt! The airbag also protected him in time. There was no obvious deformation or trauma in his body, but the windshield in front of him was covered with blood. Chen Fei was surprised that if he caused death, it should have touched his head or chest. Chen Fei wanted to take a closer look, but because he couldn't touch them, he had to give up.

Chen Fei wanted to possess the soul, but he had to wait until the ghost messenger took away Han Ke's soul.

I waited for about forty minutes, but the ghost messenger still hadn't arrived. It was already past five o'clock. Chen Fei was a little anxious. If he didn't come, the sun would probably be coming out.

Instead, two patrolmen came. Twenty minutes ago, a passing taxi saw the car accident here, and then called the police. Then, the police nearby rushed over.

"When will the ambulance arrive?" one policeman asked to another.

"I just called and am rushing here, so I should be here soon."

When Chen Fei heard this, he became even more anxious. This ghost man is so unemployed and has no idea of ​​time. If the ambulance comes over, the doctor will check that the person is dead and the person will be announced again, then he will be attached to the soul and the person will be alive again. What's going on with his mother?

Just as Chen Fei was cursing and cursing this unreliable ghost servant, a figure slowly stood up not far away. It was the girl who was thrown out of the car, and her body was still lying on the ground. This should be her soul.

The girl stood up and looked left and right in a daze. Finally, her eyes fell on the corpse on the ground. She slowly lay down and stared at the corpse's face for a moment. Finally, she was so scared that she squatted on the ground and cried.

Chen Fei stared at this poor girl helplessly. His fate was so unreasonable. He still laughed in the last moment, but the next moment he was already separated by the underworld. Therefore, life should be cherished. After all, there are not many people who can continue to come like Chen Fei!
Chapter completed!