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No. 13 Wutong Street, Xinhai Road

Gu Qingyi saw the post office on the side of the road and hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car.

Gu Qingyi got out of the car and asked the driver to find the parking lot. She wanted to stay alone for a while so that the driver didn't have to come back in a hurry.

It's already autumn, the autumn wind is a bit cool, and the blowing sycamore leaves are rustling.

For some reason, the moment she got out of the car, she felt a sense of familiarity with this place.

The sycamore tree is very tall, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, but no one notices that Gu Qingyi is wandering here alone.

She raised her hand to touch the rough sycamore tree, and walked slowly to the steps at the door of the post office.

On the right side of the entrance of the post office, there is a large post box with a green color. In such an information society, letters have been gradually forgotten by people. The post box stands there, looking a little lonely.

Gu Qingyi raised her hand subconsciously, the paint on the mailbox was a little mottled, when her finger touched it, Gu Qingyi's cool eyes widened a little.

She turned her head sharply, and the place she entered was at an intersection. On the side of the road, a woman was parking. Such a scene, she felt a little blurry for no reason.

It seems that in her dream, she was standing here, and heard a loud collision sound. When she turned around, the car her mother was sitting in was hit by a big truck and deformed...

The image of that dream quickly flashed across Gu Qingyi's head, and Gu Qingyi's head hurt violently, and she broke out in cold sweat. Because of the pain, she couldn't stand upright again, so she could only squat down helplessly:

"Mommy mommy……"

In her mind, her mother was waving to her, and she seemed to be calling her with a smile: "Yi Baoer, hurry up, you can't park here."

The image of mother's smile and mother's face covered in blood appeared alternately in her mind, and Gu Qingyi hugged her head in pain: "Don't...Mom..."

She was raving in pain, her whole body trembling.

"Girl? Are you okay? Girl?" A voice sounded beside her, the voice was a little old, and the picture in Gu Qingyi's mind was interrupted by this voice.

Gu Qingyi waited for herself to relax a little before slowly raising her head.

The person who called her was probably a staff member of the post office, about 50 years old, wearing a dark green security uniform, with a baton in his hand.

"Girl, is there something wrong with you? If you are uncomfortable, you can sit in the lobby of you."

Uncle Security said with concern.

After Gu Qingyi was distracted, her head didn't hurt so much, but she still got up under the persuasion of Uncle Security:

"I was really uncomfortable just now, thank you, uncle."

"Come and sit with me, anyway, there is no one in the lobby right now, it's very quiet."

Uncle Security said with a smile, and helped Gu Qingyi into the lobby of the post office.

The uncle led her to sit down on a row of chairs, poured her another glass of warm water, and asked:

"Girl, are you here to send a letter? Did someone from your family get into the jug?"

Gu Qingyi shook her head: "No, I'm just passing by." She took the water glass with both hands, thanked her, and suddenly had a thought in her heart when she saw Uncle Security:
"Uncle, you have worked here for a long time. Are you about to retire at your age?"

Uncle Security replied with a smile:
"Yeah, I'm going to retire for retirement in two years, and I've been here for more than ten years. It used to be so lively. Now, except for some family members who have committed crimes, no one sends letters. I, youdiyuan, almost lost my job three years ago."

With a thought in Gu Qingyi's heart, she subconsciously lowered the water glass to her lips, and asked seriously, "Three years ago?"

"Yeah, three years ago, there was a girl who would often send letters. If it hadn't been for a car accident, that girl would have continued to come."

There was a circle of ripples in the water glass that Gu Qingyi held in his hand:

"The car accident three years ago? Uncle, can you tell me about it?"

Uncle Security saw that she was really interested, so he sat next to Gu Qingyi and said:

"Three years ago, there was a major car accident at the gate of Youju. The deceased died so badly that his intestines were crushed. It is said that he didn't even find his head. With a sound, you can see clearly from this position.

Even after that car accident, the girl who used to send letters never came again. I guess, it must be that the girl got scared when she heard about the car accident here, so she sent letters in a different place. "

Intestines were crushed...

Couldn't even find the head...

Gu Qingyi's hands trembled, and she spilled the warm water in the glass, but she didn't notice it.

"Hey, girl, why are you crying? You're not scared, I wouldn't have said it if I knew it, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over."

Uncle Anbao comforted him somewhat at a loss, and Gu Qingyi realized that her face was wet, she didn't know when she shed tears, she only knew that her heart hurt, and her head seemed to be being torn apart with bare hands.

Hearing that Uncle Anbao refused to speak anymore, Gu Qingyi came back to her senses anxiously, ignoring the wet clothes on her body, she anxiously grabbed Uncle Anbao and begged:

"No, no, uncle, I'm not afraid, can you explain in more detail? You saw it with your own eyes, did you see the driver who caused the accident?"

Uncle Security looked at her worriedly: "Do you really want to listen? Girl, what does this matter have to do with you? You... Why do I feel more familiar the more I look at you?"

Gu Qingyi hastily wiped off the tears on her face, and raised her face: "Uncle, please remember carefully, have you really seen me?"

If the uncle has really seen her, it means her dream is real, she has been here.

Uncle Anbao looked at Gu Qingyi carefully for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes after a while:

"You... You are the girl who often sent letters three years ago. I didn't expect you to grow up so beautiful. I didn't recognize you just now."

Gu Qingyi had mixed feelings in her heart. She had really been here, so was her mother's death really an accident, or was it murder?

"Uncle, do you still remember the car accident three years ago? Do you have any impression of the driver who caused the accident?"

"Girl, why are you so interested in the car accident three years ago?"

"Because, in that car accident, it was my mother who died."

"...It's your mother?" Uncle An Bao was surprised from ear to ear.

Gu Qingyi nodded with difficulty: "Uncle, I beg you, if you still have information about the car accident three years ago, please tell me? I will thank you very much."

"But the photos I took of the driver who caused the accident and the big truck have been handed over to the police. I also recorded a statement. Why are you asking for information now?"