v3 Chapter 591： Speculate (Happy Zongzi Festival~) (1/2)

After searching the clinic, Zhang Heng and Song Jia returned to the street and stood in front of the player who jumped from the building. Song Jia looked at the other person with a little breath, and her young eyes gradually lost their spirit, but she could do nothing, and in the meantime The ambulance has also disappeared.

Song Jia couldn't bear it, so she made two more calls to the hospital, but she didn't expect the two calls to be busy. She didn't connect until she dialed the third call, but was told that the ambulance had been dispatched. Going out, there is no way to get here.

The hospital said that this was the ninth distress call received in just five minutes. The only ambulance was already out of use, and there are still emergency calls coming in without exception. It was suicide, and they may not receive so many calls for help in a month or two. The medical staff and rescue equipment have long been out of use.

The situation at the police station is similar. The police are also confused about the sudden suicides. They are soliciting clues from the public through broadcasting. However, so far, they have not gained much. Instead, the police officers are a bit scorched.

”He will do it.” Zhang Heng suddenly said.

And just after he said this, the player's heartbeat finally stopped completely, his pupils enlarged, and the expression on his face was always fixed at the last moment.

Song Jia shivered, but when she looked at Zhang Heng aside, she realized that the latter had turned over the notebook found from the player.

Most of them are music scores, but they can be heard from the other party’s previous performances. He obviously embarked on a very rugged artistic road, destined to be difficult to obtain secular recognition. Zhang Heng also learned piano, in his In the eyes of this gadget, it's hard to even be called music, because even a beginner who doesn't recognize any staff can easily play it better than this one.

Because the latter is just a random patchwork of mad noises, Zhang Heng glanced at the messy sheet music and gave the notebook to Song Jia aside, asking her, ”What else is written on it?”

Song Jia took over the notebook, but her brows were frowning after only a few pages. Zhang Heng could see that she was very resistant to the above, but even after that, she still endured strong discomfort and read the contents inside. In some places, I even read it several times.

”The word most mentioned above is what is ”the glorious perfection”, which is a bit like the doomsday judgment in the Bible, or the Mayan prophecy. The person who wrote this thing firmly believes that the day will come, and when the world will come There is no distinction between good and evil, and no legal moral and ethical constraints. All people are calling for happiness and freedom on the earth, killing each other, and enjoying the joy of slaughter and destruction.” Song Jia said here, paused. In addition, there are also some descriptions of the dreams he has made, but most of them are not understandable, and the words are not good.”

”Well.” Zhang Heng nodded, said nothing, but just handed over the invoice. ”Where are you looking at this invoice again?”

”This is a shopping ticket for a supermarket. I know that supermarket is about three kilometers away from us.” Song Jia answered quickly this time.