"Dad, what are the clouds in the sky now?"
"It's a thick cumulus cloud. There should be a thunderstorm in the afternoon."
"Is it this one on the book?"
"This one is a cirrostratus cloud."
"Then what is this one?"
"This is a high-level cloud."
"…"
The childish voice of a child and the gentle voice of a man patiently answering questions.
On a bright spring day with a gentle breeze, on a wooden bench in the garden, a little boy held a large book and snuggled up to his loving father.
"Dad, when are you going to take me to the weather station?"
His father smiled gently, his tone was slightly coaxing.
"I'll take you there now, okay?"
"Okay."
Just as he finished speaking, his father's gentle smile was imprinted in his eyes a second ago, but in the next second, it suddenly became ferocious and twisted. His big hand firmly grasped the boy's arm like an iron clamp, and his tone was crazy and passionate.
"Okay, I'll take you there now!"
In an instant, the scene changed. The bright sky suddenly collapsed, and thick ink-like black gas gathered, piecing together a distorted and strange space.
The boy suddenly grew into a young teenager. His limbs were firmly locked by chains that suddenly appeared, and he fell head first into the dim cave.
"Drip, drip, drip, drip —"
It was like the sound of dripping water echoing in the cave.
No, it was not the sound of water.
It was his blood.
Gurgling, ceaselessly, gushing out from his wrist.
On the platform with strange patterns below him, Huijin was standing on the platform.
His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He tried his best to open his eyes a little. In his blurred vision —
His father, whom he had respected and loved for eighteen years, no longer looked like a modest scholar. With a crazy smile on his face, he squatted in front of him, holding an old bronze dagger in his hand. The tip of the dagger was close to his heart.
"Little Ting, you're willing to sacrifice yourself for Dad's immortality, right?"
His smile grew wider and wider. His eyes were scarlet with a terrifying and gloomy aura. He exerted force in his hand —
"Bang!"
A gunshot suddenly sounded.
Gu Ting suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of him was not a cold cave with flickering candlelight, but the snow-white ceiling of the hotel. He was still lying on the bed in the same position as before, and the quilt covering his body did not have any extra wrinkles.
The room was dimly lit, and the fluorescent clock on the wall showed that it was a quarter past three.
The soundproofing effect of the five-star hotel was very good, but they could still vaguely hear the howling of the wind outside the room, as well as the pitter-patter of the heavy rain against the windows.
The palpitations from the dream still lingered. Gu Ting stared at the ceiling expressionlessly. There was no longer any sleepiness in his eyes.
It had been a long time since she dreamed of that person and that incident.
He lay there without moving, and it was unknown what he was thinking. His gaze grew deeper and deeper, and it revealed a trace of pain that was difficult to notice.
He lay there with his eyes open until 6 o 'clock sharp.
Gu Ting finally got out of bed and opened the tightly shut curtains.
But not a single ray of light shone into the room.
This was because the outside of the house was even darker than the inside of the house. It was like a monster with its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to devour the world.
The dense raindrops splashed onto the glass, forming a dense curtain of water, blurring the world outside the house where the wind was blowing wildly.
This was indeed a super typhoon.
But thanks to this typhoon, yesterday's storm on the Internet had been completely suppressed by typhoon-related topics such as # Super Typhoon Evans Raids Hainan #, # Blessing Hainan #, # Meteorological Department Dereliction of Duty #.
It was just that the two of them would not be able to rush back to the set in a short period of time.
Gu Ting called the Ai Ci.
"… Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later …"
The robotic female voice sounded again and again on the other end of the phone.
— — Is she still in bed?
Gu Ting simply went directly to the Ai Ci's door and knocked on it.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Knock, knock, knock."
The knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, but there was no movement in the room.
Gu Ting's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He waited at the door for a while, then finally took out his phone and pressed a few buttons.
"Hello, is this the front desk? Please give room 906 a call … "
"… No one is answering, right?"
Gu Ting hung up the phone, and his usually indifferent face had a rare look of worry.
— — Did something happen to her?
…
"Little President Gu."
The hotel's general manager respectfully rushed over with the room card. "This is the room card for room 906."
"Open it."
"Yes."
The manager was about to swipe the card to open the door.
"Wait a minute," Gu Ting suddenly said. "Let her in."
He pointed to the female secretary behind the manager.
"Yes."
"Beep — —"
The door opened, and the secretary held the door, respectfully waiting for Gu Ting to enter.
"Go in and take a look first," Gu Ting said to the secretary.
After all, it was a girl's room, and it was better to let the girl go in first.
"Little President Gu, there's no one inside."
Gu Ting strode into the room and looked at the scene in front of him, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Not only was there no one, but the bedding, slippers, toiletries … Everything was neatly arranged, as if no one had stayed here last night.
However, the Ai Ci's phone was placed on the bedside, and the suitcase was lying on the ground.
Gu Ting said in a deep voice, "Go and check the surveillance footage, and see when the guest of room 906 left the room."
…
"Little President Gu," the general manager received the feedback from the surveillance room, and felt that this matter was a little strange. He could not help but feel his scalp go numb. "The guest of room 906 … did not leave the room."
"Send me the surveillance footage," Gu Ting said without hesitation.
He quickly received the footage, and looked at the screen where he and the Ai Ci appeared at the end of the corridor. The time in the upper right corner showed that they had said goodbye at the door last night, and the Ai Ci had entered room 906 as usual …
The minutes and seconds in the upper right corner changed rapidly. The surveillance footage showed that no one had appeared in the corridor last night, until he left the room this morning.
Gu Ting suddenly remembered the Ai Ci that had mysteriously appeared in his room that night, and the surveillance footage in the corridor that showed no one leaving the room.
Many guesses flashed through his mind, and the light in his eyes flickered. It was as if there were monstrous waves rolling in, but in the end, they were secretly suppressed and returned to calm.
"You can go back first, and don't spread this matter."
After the general manager and the secretary left, he took out his phone and dialed another number.
"Ling Ge, is the Ai Ci really your cousin?"
"Of course, it can't be any more real." Lin Qing's solemn voice entered his ears.
"Why haven't you mentioned this cousin before?"
"Why did I mention my cousin to you in the past? Don't tell me I want you two to go on a blind date? "Lin Qing laughed.
"Tell me the truth." Gu Ting's voice deepened.
Through the radio, Lin Qing heard Gu Ting's cold warning voice. His scalp went numb, and his whole body seemed to be frozen by his serious tone. It seemed that Gu Ting would not turn a blind eye to it anymore. Could it not be hidden anymore?
But no matter what, he could not expose the Ai Ci's identity.
Lin Qing braced himself and resisted the pressure. "I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me? Why would I lie to you with a fake cousin? What's in it for me? With Ai Ci's looks, if I'm not careful, she'll make a hot search for me. She's like a ticking time bomb next to you. If she's not my cousin, why would I take such a big risk? … "
As he spoke, the real drama queen Lin Qing choked twice. "We've known each other for so many years, and you don't believe me. I'm so disappointed …"
Gu Ting still stood in the corridor with his phone raised. Under the dim corridor light, his eyes became sharper.
Lin Qing refused to tell the truth.
Then he could only use other means to investigate.
"Hey, Old He, check this person … Yes, it's a girl …"
After putting away his phone, Gu Ting turned back to his room.
At the end of the corridor, the graceful figure that he had been looking for for a long time unexpectedly appeared, and walked towards him at a moderate pace.
Gu Ting's back was against the light, and the expression on his face was unclear. His oppressive eyes covered the Ai Ci's head, and his tone was cold.
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