Shen Zicheng

I want to jump off the 23rd floor again.

I don't want to recall any more.

I began to think only of the pursuit of eternal death.

This is where I belong, in life and in death.

I should not exist in any form at all.

The so-called truth really hit me hard, and I was desperately looking for a way to release my depression.

I couldn't cry or bleed, so all I could think about was jumping off the building.

Quick, and painful enough.

When I came to the 23rd floor of the building again, in the abandoned garden, I began to remember some trivial things.

My father bought it because my mother loves flowers.

I used to come here often, with my mother, but then the company started to have problems, and the two of them also had problems. No one took care of this place anymore, and even the family lost its vitality just like this place.

The withering of flowers and people breeds endless quarrels and curses.

Hiding in the dark, I was startled by the sound of crackling and smashing things.

All the sounds were harsh and cold.

Fear erodes every inch of my skin bit by bit, swimming around like a sharpened blade.

It was bitingly cold.

I still often come alone, sitting among the flowers that are beginning to wither, and spend all my time trying to get through a game.

The person in my memory who loves games like a madman turned out to be me.

But at the end of the game, I lost to the last big boss, because I failed to fight to the end, I was dragged away, and the game console was still left here.

I found it in the corner and it was still there but utterly broken and covered in rust.I can't touch it, of course.

This is all the more debilitating to my nerves, if I still have nerves.

I slipped through the garden fence and landed in the air.

I freefalled from a tall building for the second time, even though after the first time I said I didn't want to try it again.

The wind penetrated through my body, I heard the wind whistling, I saw people walking around on some floors, there was a dead silence on some floors, a couple was embracing each other on some floors, and a woman was on some floors is teaching her children to read.

The ground was closing in on me, and I closed my eyes, thinking about the pain to come.

But in an instant, I suddenly stopped in the air. Someone stopped me. His voice was calm and magical:

"I see the long-simmering resentment and pain in you... I think you should be the same as me... We are the same kind."

I flung my eyes open.

Then fall to the ground.

On the day when I didn't know how long I was dead, I met the first evil ghost.

Of course, at this time I didn't know that he was an evil ghost, so I regarded him very purely as a patient with secondary illness.

When I was shattered on the ground, I saw the man in the air, looking down at me, with red eyes, black all over, monster-like handsome, or glamorous.

Even his words were charming: "Why are you doing this? It's not worth hurting yourself, and it doesn't solve anything. You shouldn't hurt yourself, and it's not you who should suffer. It's not fair, let The person you feel pain is still at ease, and you are torturing yourself here."

...is he also a ghost?I think.It's an anomaly, its eyes glow.

It feels dangerous.He has an oppressive coercion.I realized.

But it looks like fun.I suppressed the thought in horror, feeling like someone else was hypnotizing me inside me.

I think I'm blurred with pain.

I was screaming, and before I knew it, I wondered who was making that noise.

But I couldn't stop. Although my body had recovered, there was still pain in my body, but I couldn't find the reason for the pain.

He's still tempting me: "Do you feel pain? That's what people bring you, you treat them sincerely, but you end up with scars. You don't like pain, do you? But there's no denying that it wakes you up... …look at the laughing of those with a rotten heart, you shouldn't be wasting your time here, should you?"

Secondary school is embarrassing.I took time to think about it when I was in pain.

He got closer and closer until I could clearly see two symmetrical moles above and below his left eye.

A colder and more terrifying aura came towards me than Shen Qiao's eyes, as if to engulf me whole.I curled up into a ball, staring into the man's red eyes, trying to keep him from getting any closer.

I even noticed the aura of a natural enemy different from Shen Qiao in him.

I am angry and I am also afraid.I watched as black shadows seeped out of me, like a hole in a gasoline tank.

He smiled with a look that frightened me. "That's right, you shouldn't suppress yourself, shouldn't you? I can see the pain in your body, you should release them..."

I don't want to do what he said, but I can't help myself.

My mind is a mess like a garbage dump.

Who is muttering what.

Something is spinning in my head.

Lots of colors interlaced in various places.

Some darken, some lighten.

Someone is laughing.

Until I completely lost consciousness, I heard his last words clearly: "...It really didn't take much effort, you did a good job, I have to thank you very much..."

I lost some memory again.

When I regained consciousness—and I actually regained consciousness—I was standing around the corner where my car crashed.

I don't know how I got here at all, but when I turned my head, I saw a man in black standing not far away, smiling a little horribly.

I instinctively moved away a little.

This surprised him a little, at least on the face of it. "Are you afraid of me? Why? We are obviously the same kind."

"...but my eyes don't glow," I said.Moreover, I will not show the same kind of eyes that seem to devour the other party.

"I think we should start over from the basics... How about introducing yourself?" The man smiled, "July and a half. What's your name?"

"...August and a half?" I said.

The man laughed: "I'm not joking - I died on the day of July and a half...otherwise you can call me Xiaoqi. I lost my name, and I think you are too."

I fell silent, and then said: "Ah Cheng?" I used a skeptical tone because I began to question my real identity.

"Good name." I don't know where he got that name from. "Then... you misunderstood me, right? Don't worry, at least I should be more reliable than humans."

"Hehe." I muttered.

Seven and a half, or Xiaoqi, stared at where I was standing, and said with a smile, "So... did you die here? Was it a car accident?"

I looked at him dully, and said in a strange tone: "...Why did you bring me here?"

"Me? No no no, you misunderstood...you brought me here." He denied, "You lost consciousness, remember? I didn't expect you to be scared like that...for a while you It looked like a shell, I followed you here, and then you regained consciousness."

Did I come by myself?I froze for a moment, turned my head and looked at the empty corner again.What am I doing here? ...Just because I died here?Is this a common problem with ghosts?After losing consciousness, it will return to the place where it died to wander?

At this corner, I had a car accident and became what I am now—this should be the general content of the latter fault, I originally thought so.

But, but at the same time as the previous fault became clear, I began to think that maybe what happened here was also more unbelievable than what I remembered...

After all, I don't think that a mere death is as painful to me as the expectation of dying.

So, what kind of gloom will it be...?

I immediately withdrew my thoughts and quickly turned away from the corner, as if I saw a cat and a mouse lying there.

I retreated to the side of July and a half, he was thinking, the red light in his eyes seemed to be twinkling.So I distanced myself from him again and stepped on the edge of the road.

It frustrates him, maybe. "Do I look like a villain in a TV show? You're so afraid of me."

Not so much a villain, but a hero... right?I thought, staring at his overly beautiful face.

"I just want to be your friend." Qiyue smiled sincerely, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that he was thinking about other things in his heart.Who knows, he has red eyes after all.

Those with red eyes couldn't believe it.

"But I don't want to," I said.How to put it that way: A male will repel another male who is superior in appearance.

But first... I suddenly realized: I seem to have forgotten what I look like, and sadly, it is impossible to look in the mirror or take a picture of me now.

Does anyone have a picture of me?If anything, it's the only thing I know what I look like.But the possibility is really unlikely. As far as I know, "A Cheng" should not be a person who likes to take pictures.

I shouldn't be ugly... I feel uneasy and a little unconfident.Or is it... the kind of ugliness that can be accepted?

Qiyue looked innocent: "Did I do something?" After a pause, he looked suddenly, "Could it be that you...are you afraid of ghosts?"

This is true.Before I was alive, I didn't seem to like ghosts very much, but now I'm more afraid of people. "No...just..." I stopped.

"It's just that I don't like you" I can't say it.

"It's okay, we'll be friends. After all, we still have a lot of time to squander." Qiyue looked at me meaningfully, and smiled so that I was very uncomfortable.