C49 (1/2)

Staring at me for a few seconds, this elegant superior had long since lost his previous calmness. He tightly held my hand and said with a trembling voice, ”Shu Jing …” You... You're here... I... ”I'm afraid …”

”Director Han, it's fine, it's fine. Don't be afraid, I'm here.” I still didn't understand what he was afraid of, but I could feel his panic and helplessness.

It really didn't seem like it was an act, but I couldn't figure out what Han Chunsheng was afraid of.

Zhang Yingying also came over, holding Han Chunsheng's other hand, with an anxious expression she asked, ”Chunsheng, what's going on?”

It seems like Zhang Yingying didn't know what was going on with Han Chun Sheng, which made me even more worried.

Could it be that the seemingly limitless Han had some sort of serious mental illness?

His condition is very similar to some of the sick friends I've had in the clinic. It's similar to the delusions of being killed, and I always feel that someone is going to harm him.

Now that I think about it, I seem to be like this in the past, talking in a mysterious manner …

With both of us comforting him, Han Chun Sheng calmed down a little. He tilted his head and asked while trembling, ”Didn't you notice?”

He tilted his head and looked at the wall behind me.

When I was outside, and when I came in, I looked at the walls carefully, and there was nothing unusual about them except the bright red paint.

He turned around and looked at the wall behind him again. It was the same.

Seeing Han Chunsheng's frightened expression, Zhang Yingying was also a bit afraid. She looked at the wall, then looked at me as if she was begging for help.

”Director Han, what did you find?” Nothing at all? ” I asked in confusion, trying to figure out what Han Chunsheng had seen that frightened him so.

Han Chun Sheng broke away from my hand and pointed at the wall behind me. He said in disbelief, ”Can't you see? Can you really not see those words written on the wall?”

I really can't see...

There were words on the wall.

But in my opinion, there was no writing on the wall at all. It was the wall I had visited earlier.

But it made me feel even more frightened.

Is there something on the wall that I can't see?

I've heard that there are experts among the people who are born with yin yang eyes and can see things that mortals cannot see …

Han Chun Sheng had Yin Yang Eyes?

Impossible, impossible...

Three years ago, before Yang Wenchao died, when he was telling a ghost story in the dormitory, I thought that he really did it in a weird way, but only later did I find out that what happened that year was nothing more than Yang Wenchao's, Li Fengyun's, and Xie Cong's deliberate prank.

Then can you understand that the current Han Chunsheng is just like how I was three years ago. He didn't see any supernatural phenomenon, but because of some meticulous plan, he mistakenly thinks that he saw something that we can't see?

Zhang Yingying whispered, ”Chunsheng, there's no word on the wall, are you seeing things?”

Han Chun Sheng raised his voice. ”How could I have seen wrongly? There are still words on the wall. They're written …”

”Director Han, what are the words written on the wall?”

When I asked this question, Han Chunsheng immediately shut his mouth.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again. ”Can't you see?”

After exchanging glances with Zhang Yingying, we nodded at the same time. I said, ”I really can't see it. Where are the words on the wall?” ”There's clearly nothing here …”

Hearing my words, Han Chunsheng took a few deep breaths and slowly lowered his head. ”Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine …”

He said he was all right, but now and then he rolled his eyes at the wall behind me, still shaking.

Something was wrong.

In retrospect, Han Chunsheng was greatly shocked when he looked back at the time at nine o'clock when the clock struck, and then immediately became like this. When I arrived, he repeatedly stressed that there were words on the red wall behind him, and that it was those words that frightened him, but now he said, It's all right.

”Director Han, what are the words on the wall?”

I asked, and when he glanced at the red wall behind him from time to time it seemed to him that the words might still be there.

Han Chun Sheng immediately shook his head, ”Alright, Shu Jing. There's nothing on the wall. I was just joking with you guys. Yingying, don't worry, it's fine. ”Oh right, Shu Jing, why did you come here so late at night?”

His body was still shaking and his voice was full of fear, but he refused to admit it.

Why is that?

”En, it's nothing. I came to visit your district after dinner. I had something to do today, but I left without looking carefully. I thought your district was beautifully built, so why don't we study this more …” Faced with Han Chunsheng's question, I could only give a perfunctory answer.

Fortunately, Han Chun Sheng hadn't recovered yet, so he simply agreed and let Zhang Yingying help him up.

Zhang Yingying and I hurriedly helped him up. He leaned against the window to rest while Zhang Yingying poured water for him.

Carefully examining Han Chunsheng in front of me, I confirmed that he was completely awake and that he didn't smell like alcohol. He was no different from usual, except that he was a little scared. Even when he'd just asked me why I was here, his mind had been normal.

Han Chun Sheng's mind was clear, but the scene from before did not seem like a disguise, judging from his current frightened expression.

If it was not a disguise, then what words did he see on the wall?

And why, when I asked him what was written on the wall, did he say it was nothing but a joke?

Looking back at Zhang Yingying's reaction, it was clear that she did not know which scene Han Chunsheng was singing about.

Why is that?

I felt confused. Han Chunsheng was a very smart person. How could he make a joke like this so late at night?

The normally gentle and graceful Han Chun Sheng was leaning against the window, shivering. Although he had eased up a bit compared to when I had first entered, he was clearly different from his former self.

There really were words on the wall.

But I can't see these words, Zhang Yingying can't, only Han Chunsheng can.

It was precisely because of these words that he was so frightened.

But he wouldn't tell the truth, he wouldn't say what was written on the wall, and he wouldn't say why he was afraid.