Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 1, past life and present life (new book seeking investment)
Huizhou, Feishi!
Changjiang West Road, in an ordinary residential area.

an ambulance!

A police car!
The sound echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Around the stairway, there were dozens of spectators.

And more people watched this scene curiously from their balconies.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it seems that someone died on the 8th floor!"

"Love killing? Or murder?"

"Who knows! I seem to have seen that person before, often carrying a cardboard box in mysteriously."

"Yeah, I've seen it too, sneaky."

"Did you say you smoke D?"

"No way, it doesn't look like it. Did you get that coin? I heard from my son that it's quite valuable."

…………

The crowd was discussing and using their super imagination.

Kind of like a modern Sherlock Holmes.

In a certain room on the 8th floor, a 27-year-old young man was lying on the ground.

His face was ferocious, and he looked very painful.

But people are unconscious, as if dead.

On the surrounding beds, cabinets and halls, there are all kinds of exquisite bottles and jars, as well as some calligraphy and paintings.

Several medical staff in white coats were squatting there, examining the young man's body.

in the hall...

A policeman glanced at the ID card in his hand, then looked at the nervous short and fat young man in front of him, and asked again.

"Your name is Zhang Xiaotao, right? What is your relationship with Yang Xiaole? When did you find out about this? What were you doing before it happened?"

"Yeah. Xiao Le and I are friends. I used to deliver goods outside, and I came here around five o'clock. That's how it looks."

Zhang Xiaotao finished speaking nervously, and quickly explained: "By the way, after I saw this situation, I didn't do anything except go to see if Xiao Le was okay, and then I called you and 120 immediately. You can check the call time and the monitoring of the community, I came back within a few minutes."

If this was a murder, even relatives could not escape the punishment of the law, so he hurriedly explained.

The police didn't say anything, just said: "We will investigate this, can we contact his family?

"We grew up in an orphanage, and we had no family except the dean's grandfather."

"Then what did you guys do before? Has he had any grudges with anyone recently?"

"After graduating from high school, I went out to work. Isn't it the epidemic in the past few years? We came back.

In the past two years, we have been doing live broadcasts, watching things for others, and sometimes handing over some things.

As for what you said about having no enemies..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaotao thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't think there is one! I basically stay with him, and I never heard that he has any grudges against anyone!"

The police took a look at all kinds of antiques, Wenwan, jade, calligraphy and paintings displayed in the room.

He frowned and asked him, "Are you reselling cultural relics? Or grave robbers?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaotao was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands:
"No, no, comrade policeman, that's illegal, how could we do it?
These things are collected from the antique market, most of them are handicrafts, and some of them are not very old.

There are indeed some old ones, but none of them reach the level of cultural relics.

You can take this to check.We...we looked it up online. "

The policeman nodded.

Just as he was about to continue the questioning, the medical staff inside hurriedly brought out a stretcher.

Lying on it was the Yang Xiaole that Zhang Xiaotao was talking about.

Without waiting for the police to speak, the leading medical staff quickly said:

"The person is not dead. It is initially suspected to be brain-dead. He needs to be rescued in the hospital immediately. The specific situation will not be known until he has been examined by the hospital."

"Alive? That's great, send it quickly! What if it's still alive!"

Zhang Xiaotao was happy when he heard that the man was still alive, and hurriedly urged him to go downstairs.

With the consent of the police, the medical staff carried the person on the trolley at the door, and pushed the trolley towards the elevator entrance.

When the leader of the police heard that he was not dead, he said to several other people: "Dongzi, take a look here, I will go to the hospital with them, and call me immediately if there is any result."

When one of them heard this, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, you go first, let's take a look here. We will meet at the hospital later."

Then everyone dispersed.

Zhang Xiaotao left the room with the police, and he didn't know what to do with the rest.

At this time, in a place that no one could see, there was a figure floating in midair.

If anyone could have seen it, they would have been terrified immediately, because he was exactly the same as the man on the stretcher, exactly.

Yang Xiaole watched the scene below without making a sound.

He has experimented many times before, but he can't go back to his original body no matter what.

As for his cries, no one could see his presence, let alone answer him.

As if he were air.

Then he set his sights on the sky above his head.

At this moment, there was something floating above his head.

Exudes light blue light.

This thing looks like a hill sculpture as a whole!
The material is like sapphire.

A thatched cottage.

A piece of farmland.

a well.The rest are some carvings of pines and cypresses.

It looks very artistic.

Just now I was studying this thing, and suddenly felt a severe pain in my brain.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't wish to live.

After struggling for a while, he struggled himself out.

He didn't have much time to look at this thing, because he still had a glimmer of hope that he could come back to life.

He doesn't want to die yet.

A few people went out of the gate, and just arrived at the elevator, and the elevator just came up.

Inside stood an old man with white hair and ordinary clothes.

"Please let me go."

The medical staff ignored the old man, thinking it was a stranger, yelled, and carried him directly into the elevator.

"Grandpa Dean!"

Zhang Xiaotao saw the old man in the elevator at a glance, and hurriedly greeted him.

He was then pushed into the elevator by the police.

After entering, the old man looked at Yang Xiaole who was lying on the stretcher, and asked calmly, "What's wrong with Xiaole?"

Zhang Xiaotao shook his head when he heard the words, "I don't know, it was fine before, I went out and came back, and he was like this when he came back."

Hearing this, the old man frowned: "Xiao Le didn't have any illness before, how could it be like this?"

After finishing speaking, he asked Zhang Xiaotao, "Tell me, did you do something unscrupulous and got beaten up? Otherwise, why did you give me so much money before?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaotao smiled wryly: "Grandpa dean, we really didn't do anything bad! The police comrades are still here! We just hold eyes for others, look at things, and earn some living expenses.

The money is all clean!
You beat us to death with this stick, even if we jumped into the Yellow River, we wouldn't be able to cleanse ourselves! "

"As far as your three-legged cat's kung fu has been learned for two or three years, what kind of eyesight do you have? Aren't you just fooling people?"

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Xiaotao scratched his head in embarrassment.

It's not wrong to say so.

Then he muttered: "That's the way it is in the antique business. It all depends on your eyesight. Don't the experts in the museum sometimes drill holes? How can this be called cheating!"

The old man shook his head when he heard this, and said nothing more.

Some things are not illegal, but they violate morality, but in this age of materialism, no one can tell whether it is right or wrong.

what you want.

Elevator up.

Yang Xiaole floated in the air, looking at the two people who were talking.

One is his only close friend, and the other is a relative who has watched him grow up since he was a child.

Since I was a child, I have not been a fuel-efficient lamp.

In the orphanage, although he was not one of those who bullied the weak, he had always fought with each other.

But the old dean has always been close to him.

He also worried a lot about his temper, personally teaching him how to practice calligraphy, playing chess, and learning musical instruments, all to soothe his restless heart.

But young and energetic, the effect is not very obvious.

"Hey……"

Yang Xiaole sighed, looked at 'myself' on the stretcher, thinking about whether to try again.

Just as he made the next move, a burst of dizziness swept over him.

I looked at my body, as if my body was drifting towards Yushan.

Seeing this scene, he panicked for a while: "Hey, don't, man, I feel that I can still save it. Don't catch me."

"Brother Yu!..."

"Jade Ancestor..."

He yelled several times but there was no response, and he felt weaker and weaker.

In a hurry, he could only yell at him: "Grass mud horse...you bastard, let me go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mist burst out from Yushi.

Before he could react, he lost consciousness.

The world is plunged into darkness.

(End of this chapter)