"Sent by Bing-ge?"

Zhang Yuanqing frowned after reading the letter.

What does "change your life" mean? What does "unable to control" mean?

Really, not explaining things clearly... He turned his gaze back to the black card, repeatedly examining it, confirming that it was just an ordinary card. If he had to say something unusual, it would be the nice feel, the material seemed quite rare.

Could it be a supreme card from some top club? The 36D ladies are indeed something only a remarkable man like me can handle.

Lei Yibing was his childhood friend, nicknamed Abing, two years older than him. Before his grandparents bought a new house, their families lived in the same alley.

Lei Yibing had double-A in strength and speed, and C in intelligence. He always had his back, charging ahead in fights, staying behind to cover the retreat. If anyone laughed at Zhang Yuanqing for being a fatherless child, Lei Yibing would stand up for him.

That's why Zhang Yuanqing always called him Bing-ge.

Abing didn't do well in high school, so he went to university in the neighboring Jiangnan Province. After that, separated by distance, they had less contact.

Zhang Yuanqing put the black card in his jacket pocket while picking up his phone to send a message to Bing-ge, teasing:

"Which club's supreme card is this? At least give me the address or contact information."

The message was sent, but no reply came even after half an hour.

Zhang Yuanqing simply called Bing-ge's phone.

After two "beep" sounds, the call connected, and a man's deep voice came from the speaker:

"Hello! I am Lei Yibing's father."

"Uncle Lei?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, then pleasantly surprised:

"Is Bing-ge back in Songhai this week? Can you let him answer the phone, I need to talk to him."

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then a sorrowful voice sounded:

"Yuanzi, I'm in Jiangnan Province. Abing is missing..."

Bing-ge is missing?! Zhang Yuanqing stood there dumbfounded, after a few seconds, he asked in confusion and urgency:

"What happened?"

How could Bing-ge be missing? He clearly sent me something.

"He went missing the day before yesterday. Your Aunt Zhou and I received the school's notification yesterday and rushed over immediately." Uncle Lei's mood was low.

"Did you call the police? What did the people from the Public Security Bureau say?" Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Uncle Lei was silent for a long time, then said hesitantly:

"This matter is quite difficult to explain, Abing's disappearance is a bit strange..."

Strange? What does that mean... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Uncle Lei said:

"Abing disappeared from the dormitory the night before the day before yesterday. The police retrieved the surveillance footage from the dormitory building and found that Abing didn't leave the dormitory all night, but the next morning, he was gone.

"His roommates said they saw him before going to bed, but when they woke up, he was gone. They thought he just went out."

Zhang Yuanqing blurted out: "How is that possible..."

Does he expect people to believe someone can disappear into thin air? Not even a three-year-old would believe that.

Zhang Yuanqing suppressed the anxiety in his heart and lowered his voice:

"Uncle Lei, did Bing-ge offend anyone at school?"

His first thought was that Bing-ge had offended someone at school, and the other party had a certain amount of power locally, so the surveillance footage wouldn't show any problems, because that often meant the school was covering up.

In the age of information explosion, anyone who has been online has heard similar things.

"School leaders said they would try their best to cooperate with the police, and the police said to go home and wait for news, they will investigate... Your Aunt and I didn't sleep all night."

... Uncle Lei's tone was mixed with frustration and worry.

Sure enough, that's the kind of answer, damn it... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and comforted:

"Don't worry, my grandfather and cousin both work at the Public Security Bureau, you know that. I'll ask them how to handle this kind of thing and what to pay attention to. If you don't understand anything or need to ask anything, feel free to call me.

"Also, you must ask the school's students, if Bing-ge offended anyone, surely some students would know."

Uncle Lei felt a little relieved and said:

"I understand, Yuanzi, don't worry too much. I'll tell you as soon as I have any news."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuanqing was a little restless, pacing back and forth in the room, worrying about Bing-ge's safety.

People can't disappear for no reason. If the surveillance footage didn't capture anything, then it must have been tampered with. He just didn't know who Bing-ge had offended.

But who could a third-year student offend?

Wait, missing the day before yesterday...

The day before yesterday?!

Zhang Yuanqing was suddenly shocked. It takes 2-3 days for a courier package to arrive from Jiangnan Province to Songhai. According to the timeline, Bing-ge disappeared the night he sent me the package...

Is this a coincidence? Or is there some connection?

Thinking of this, he instinctively reached for the black card in his pocket, but when he reached into his pocket, he suddenly froze.

The black card was gone.

Did it fall on the ground? Zhang Yuanqing quickly looked down, his eyes scanning the floor of the room.

No!

He got on the ground and looked under the bed. The bottom of the bed was covered with a layer of dust, as well as some coins, pens, buttons and other sundries, but no black card.

The card was gone, and he remembered very clearly that he put it in his pocket.

How could it just disappear into thin air?

Associating Bing-ge's mysterious disappearance, the letter with strange content, and the strangely disappeared black card, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of inexplicable fear and confusion.

"Could the black card be related to Bing-ge's disappearance? Or is it an important clue?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanqing decided to restart his memory with his "old ailment".

He first poured cold water into a glass, took out a medicine bottle from the bedside table, unscrewed it, then took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, visualizing his father's face in his mind.

The condition for actively triggering the old ailment is to calm down and imagine a picture, preferably one that you have seen before, but don't remember very clearly.

This will stimulate brain activity, slowly warm it up, and finally bring the brain to a boil.

After many years, his father's face has long been blurred, making it the perfect object.

Time passed by, and his father's face gradually became clearer, until it was exquisitely detailed, and Zhang Yuanqing's heart beat violently, like an overloaded engine.

At this moment, time seemed to flow backwards, and the scene from an hour ago flashed by frame by frame, like a TV series.

He saw himself unpack the courier package, read the letter, and put the black card into his jacket pocket. Next, he sent a message to Bing-ge.

Here, for the next half hour, he sat at the table motionless, swiped through short videos for more than ten minutes, and sent some erotic pictures with the lsp in the game group.

Saved a few high-quality pictures.

Then he read a novel for a few minutes. Because he kept thinking about the card, he called Bing-ge.

... After making the call, the crucial moment arrived. He walked around the room anxiously. This was the easiest time for the card to fall out.

In the memory scene, he saw himself pacing around the room with a frown, then reaching for the black card, only to find that the card was gone.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of horror.

Gone?!

The black card was just gone, disappeared into thin air.

What the hell did Bing-ge send me... For a moment, he felt his scalp tingle.

Without time to think, chaotic noise rang in his ears, like the voices of countless people superimposed together, and the fragmented pictures in his mind surged up like an erupting volcano.

Warm liquid flowed over Zhang Yuanqing's nose, and his head felt like a steel nail had been hammered into it.

His face twisted, he crawled towards the bedside, trembling, poured out five blue pills and put them in his mouth, then trembling again, picked up the water glass, and swallowed the pills and water together.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanqing sat on the edge of the bed, panting with a pale face.

At this point, he could basically confirm that Bing-ge's disappearance was related to the black card.

"Bing-ge disappeared after sending me the black card, and that black card is strange, obviously not an ordinary thing..."

This inevitably led people to think that he might have been subjected to some threat and was forced to transfer the item.

"But why didn't he give it to the local Public Security Bureau, but sent it to me instead."

Could it be that I, a college student who has never killed a chicken or slept with anyone, am more reliable than the police officers at the police station?

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of the detail that "the surveillance footage and the people in the dormitory did not notice anything unusual".

And to be able to do this, you must have a certain amount of power.

Bing-ge didn't hand over the black card to the local Public Security Bureau because... the Public Security Bureau was also untrustworthy?

Or rather, the person or force that caused him to disappear had influence over the local Public Security Bureau.

"He sent the black card to me because he knew that my grandfather was a retired police chief and my cousin was a police captain, and had considerable connections in Songhai City. The people in Jiangnan Province can't influence me?"

I have to tell my cousin about this.

"Ding-dong~"

At this time, he heard the doorbell ringing, the doorbell coming from the entrance.

His grandmother's footsteps sounded immediately, crossing the living room to the entrance, and twisting the doorknob.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are investigators from the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau. Is Zhang Yuanqing home?"

The person outside the door responded.

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