Ghost of Tsushima

"Xiuzhi!" Zhong Yuan leaned over the handrail of the stairs and shouted loudly, "Come here quickly! The door is open!"

He couldn't wait for Xiuzhi to appear in his line of sight, so he twisted and kicked up the stairs, the orange light pouring out from the crack of the wooden door that had just been opened affected his line of sight, the light was very warm, and it scorched his body. A heart pounding.

"This door...is it open?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and saw Xiuzhi looking at him in surprise, then reached out and pushed on the door.

More light poured out and landed at Xiuzhi's feet. He unconsciously took a step back and hid in the shadow beside him, raised his head eagerly and said to Zhong Yuan Zhongya: "Go and help me close the curtains, remember to pull them tight!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also agreed to take the lead in entering the room—there was finally a breath of life in this room. The quilts on the bed were neatly folded, ink, paper and pens were placed on the desk, and there was a small wooden box next to it. There is a kerosene lamp, which is shining brightly against the sunset in the sky.

Nakahara Zhong also walked over to close the curtains, and just as he was about to call for Xiu Zhi to come over, he found that the other party had already walked behind him.

"It looks like someone lives here," Xiu Zhi looked around, bent over to the ink bottle, "the ink is all dry."

"It must have been done," Nakahara Chuya said, "It's been 100 years, if you don't do it, it's strange."

There was a small wooden box in a conspicuous place on the table, and he held it carefully in his hand, and opened the lid of the box with the rusty brass button.

The papers inside were neatly stacked. Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the leftmost piece of paper. After opening it, he found that it was a letter. The handwriting was crooked and looked untidy. He recognized the handwriting of the female neighbor at a glance. .But what he recognized was not only the female neighbor's handwriting, but also his own name clearly written in black and white.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

Why is my name here?

"Yuko Tangze? This is my neighbor," Xiu Zhi leaned over and stared at the letter paper for a while and asked, "What's written on it?"

"Wait a minute," Nakahara Chuya's hand trembled unconsciously. He suppressed the discomfort and doubt in his heart. After quickly browsing the words above, he went to take the next one in the direction, "here should be all Letter, let me read them first."

Xiu Zhi let out a cry of disappointment, his face full of displeasure.

"This is too unfair! I also want to read every letter!"

"I'll show you, I'll read you a letter later...you go and see if there is anything else worth studying in this room."

Nakahara Chuya put down the second letter and went to get the third letter, reading it while muttering to deal with the neglected ghost.

Xiu Zhi snorted, muttered complaints and went to the side to check the bookshelves.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood in front of the desk and read the letter, holding the letter paper between his fingers and reading ten lines at a glance.

These letters are arranged according to the date, most of them are letters from Karasawa Yuko, which contain some very common greetings and best wishes, and a few letters are from Oda Sakunosuke, which mentions a very strange It seems that Xiuzhi's lover is suffering from this disease, so at a loss, Xiuzhi seeks help from his friends.

Xiuzhi's former lover was also called Nakahara Chuya, with the same name as him.

This coincidence is really awkward, and Zhongyuan Zhong also complained in his heart, this feeling is not good at all.

Although the letter written by Shuji to Sakunosuke Oda is not preserved here, judging from the reply letter from Oda Sakunosuke, Xiuzhi should be very sad and anxious. He took his lover to many hospitals for treatment but there was no improvement. The situation also took a turn for the worse, and finally sought medical treatment to no avail, and took his lover back to his small house on the mountain almost as if waiting for death.

The letter papers he had read were placed on the table in order. Among the last few letters, one was written by a man named Ango Sakaguchi. A photo with Sakunosuke Oda, who is also a friend of Shuji.

This person's handwriting is much more neat and neat than the previous two people. Without much comfort, he just told Xiuzhi that the disease was tuberculous meningitis, briefly described the symptoms, and finally mentioned a family that had already made an appointment for him. The hospital said they had booked the bus tickets for them, and the attached letter is attached.

But in the end it was still not cured, and Zhong Yuanzhong also put the last letter at the end of the row of letter papers on the table, and sighed softly. If he was cured, it must be impossible for Xiuzhi's lover to leave him alone. here.

The orange lights danced in Zhongye's sight, and the "Mr. Zhongye" on the letter paper stuck to his retina. In a trance, he thought of those hallucinatory and blurred dreams. He and Xiuzhi's lover With the same name, even those memories of being treated tenderly in the dream are still entangled in his memory like tarsal maggots-but that is not him at all, he is still alive, and it is impossible to be a dead man anyway. people.

But is all this really just a coincidence?It happened that he saw the ghost in the haunted house in Tsushima, and he had exactly the same name as the ghost's former lover.

All the clues try to make him believe that he has a secret but inevitable connection with Xiu Zhi's former love, but is it true, or is this just a delusion deliberately fabricated to try to make him believe?

The orange flame was still dancing, and Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his gaze. Xiu Zhi was standing in front of the bookshelf looking up at the list of book titles, looking serious and cute.

"Shuji," he asked, "why is the kerosene lamp on?"

"Huh?" Xiu Zhi turned around and shook his head blankly, "I don't know, didn't you order it?"

"I saw that the light was already on when the door opened." Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him, trying to see a clue from that pretty face.

"But this light shouldn't be on all the time," Xiu Zhi scratched his hair suspiciously, "I've never seen light leaking from the crack of the door in the middle of the night, and it can't be always on."

"I advise you not to play dumb with me," Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and warned him in a cold tone, "This house is like your body, you can do it by pulling the curtains and closing the door, but why can't you turn on the lights? "

"I can't even draw the curtains in this room," Xiu Zhi loudly argued, "I can't control the things in this room, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to help me draw the curtains just now!"

The other party looked at him with an aggrieved face, his mouth pouted as if he had been wronged by the sky.

"If I want it to do what it wants, it will do what it wants. I have already opened this door!"

There is some truth in what he said, although Zhong Yuan still had doubts in his heart, but looking at Xiu Zhi's wronged appearance, he also felt that it was a bit too hasty to make this conclusion now, and in the end he just threatened him severely.

"You'd better not try to lie to me, or I'll burn you and this broken house down."

"I never lied to you! You are too suspicious!"

Xiu Zhi yelled at him aggrievedly, but was stared at by Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye and then languished.

"I don't remember anything now, I've finally found some clues and I'm still messing around, so you suspect me," Xiu Zhi turned his head and snorted, "I'm still annoying if I can't remember."

The sky was completely dark, and the room was still lit by a kerosene lamp. The light passed through Xiuzhi's body without leaving any shadows. On the contrary, the figure of Chuya Zhongyuan was printed on the wall, a large black hole, Like a steep mountain, the cliffs are poked with sharp stones.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed, and his tone finally softened.

"It was my fault, sorry."

Xiu Zhi didn't speak, and after a while he came over slowly, pointed to the letters on the table and said, "It's too troublesome to read every letter, you must already know something, tell me."

"These letters were sent to you by three people, about five people," Nakahara said. "Let's talk about Karasawa Yuko first. She is your neighbor and lives on the other side of the mountain. You taught her to read and write." Became friends with her. Later, she was taken to England by her family and there was no news. According to the time, the letter that slipped out of the door should be the penultimate letter she wrote to you. The last letter was just with you. You say goodbye and hope you take care of yourself."

"Then there are two of your friends, Oda Sakunosuke, who was informed of your lover's death by Karasawa Yuko, and they came here to accompany you not long after... I guess he used to live in that dark room, and later because of his family My child needs to be taken care of and had to leave here, and I wrote you a letter later, I hope you will mourn and change, and don’t be too obsessed. Another Ango Sakaguchi, there is a photo of you in the living room, he helped you contact the doctor for you Lover treated the illness and sent you a train ticket."

Zhong Yuanzhong also put the letter paper back on the table, raised his head and said to him, "The following content is about you and your lover. I only speculate on the information from the letter, and have not found direct evidence."

"Your lover died of tuberculous meningitis. You took him to see many doctors before he died, but he didn't get better. Finally, you took him home. Your lover died here." Zhong Yuanzhong also paused to announce the final result. As for the ending, he didn't know how to go on. Death always has too much helplessness.

"Why didn't you continue talking?" Xiu Zhi suddenly looked at him, "I didn't take good care of him, so he passed away?"

Xiu Zhi looked at him in panic, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, he reached out to grab the letter on the table, and asked him anxiously.

"Why can't the doctor cure him? Did I not take good care of him? Where would I bury him if he died?"

Xiuzhi couldn't touch the letters with his hands, so he turned around to grab his collar, but in the end he couldn't catch it, and sat slumped in front of Zhongya Nakahara as if his bones had been pulled out.

He shrank into a ball and trembled slightly, no tears fell, and the house did not shake violently again, but Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that Xiu Zhi was crying.

Those foods that could not be tasted or smelled in the past have been crushed on the taste buds of Zhongye Zhongyuan. The chicken soup is fresh and fragrant, and there is a lot of sugar in the pear soup, which is very sweet just by smelling it.The warm lamps and the soft bedding made dry heat, and only staying in this house on a cold rainy night could give him a trace of fresh heat, which would make him feel that he was still alive.

Nakahara Chuya's mind was completely messed up, and those coincidences that he cared about were far behind him at this moment. He didn't understand why he was entangled in those insignificant things in the first place, just like he didn't think about anything now , just squatting down and trying to hold Xiu Zhi in his arms.

"It's not your fault." He seemed to hold a ball of air in his arms. "You took good care of him, and he loves you very much."

This is not anyone's fault, it's just the joys and sorrows of an ordinary person named Shuji Tsushima.