Shen Zicheng

Immediately, I appeared, rushed to Shen Qiao's side with the anger and panic I had before, then stopped immediately, and retreated.

He is still human.

He is not dead yet.

Fortunately.

——I don't understand the point of this idea, but I just think it's okay.

... After all, only he can kill me?

I retreated a long way, until Shen Qiao started chasing him step by step, smiling all over his face: "This is quite dramatic—want to know what happened to him? I bet you can't guess for fifty cents."

"..." I don't want the fifty cents, but I really want to know the truth, "Is that man dead?"

This is the first time I saw surprise on Shen Qiao's face - he couldn't even maintain his signature smile, he looked at me blankly, and then said: "Do you want me to burn you fifty cents? By the way, tell me you How do you know?"

I suddenly had an urge to laugh.I don't feel the urge when he smiles, but I do when he stops smiling.

"Because I—" Then I forgot the words.

Just like the associative vocabulary of the input method, after saying these three words, a complete answer was brewing on the corner of my lips.

But I can't say it.

It was such a clear sentence, but when I tried to read it carefully, I realized that it was blurry.

Shen Qiao didn't speak.

I turned my gaze away and said, "I guessed."

Shen Qiao still didn't speak.

Silence is as terrifying as a wild animal.

"He jumped off the building—" Shen Qiao said suddenly, "Lin Leyi was with me when he died."

This sentence is quite intriguing.I turned my head back, stared at Shen Qiao for a long time, and said, "Then?"

"And then? That man died. How can there be any after?"

"Did he see him?"

"Yes." Shen Qiao laughed again, "That's the interesting thing. They disappeared together, and I didn't even have time to do it. Lin Leyi just turned one year old today. Well, he was right. That man really didn't like him at all - on the contrary, he loved him so much that he wanted to die with him."

This kind of love is quite terrible.

"You said nothing could kill us but you."

"Did I say that? I don't remember. Nothing is indestructible. Time, us, new energy, the new year's sun, and—" Shen Qiao paused for a long time, "I wasn't going to say that ...the disappearing obsession."

"You didn't tell me."

"You didn't ask me."

"……why did not you tell me?"

"Why did I tell you?" Shen Qiao laughed, waved her hands and said, "Okay, okay. Even if I tell you, what can you do? Those things can wear you down, but the only thing that can really kill you is Me, other than that, you...you have no way to disappear."

"..."

"Do you know why I don't want to tell you the last solution?"

Shen Qiao smiled politely, took a few steps towards me, and stopped when I started to back up: "Because it is impossible for you to know your obsession, that is - there is no way to eliminate it forever."

……

who I am.

It's Ah Cheng.

But who is Ah Cheng?

Ah Cheng is me?

Am I Cheng?

Who.

who is it.

Who is it?

I think about these questions when I start to waver.

Funny how I never got an answer.

I tried my best to search for the memory of Ah Cheng, and I also tried my best to trace the traces left by him during his lifetime.

But I haven't found much of either.

Cheng.Cheng.Cheng.

What kind of person is this, so humble and nameless that he can't even find himself after death.

I am getting more and more confused, and more and more confused.Occasionally, something strange, or something insignificant, comes to mind.

I remembered that the wild flowers on the mountain should be in bloom at this time of year, and I used to go to see them with someone.

I remembered that somewhere I had just walked where I had fallen, and someone picked me up at that moment.

I remembered that someone who passed through my body was a classmate of mine, who had a fight with him.

But I still can't remember who A Cheng is, nor can I remember who Shen Qiao is.

I remember more and more things, and I forget more and more things.

I've met other ghosts who forgot themselves but always remembered what was most important.

I also forgot myself, but I forgot even the most important things.

I don't even know what is the most important thing to me.

So they said to me: You are so pitiful.

Am I pitiful?I have no idea.may be.But I don't always feel it myself.

At the beginning, I also communicated with other dead people, but later, they collapsed and gave up their pursuit of answers one by one, and became one who forgot themselves.

They get busy.Busy to travel to the most beautiful places, busy to frolick in the most luxurious nightclubs, and also busy to explore places that have never been visited.

So I gradually stopped communicating with them.

I should have followed in their footsteps.I should just sink in here.

But I don't.It was when they all gave up that I decided to start, and it was when they all stopped that I decided to pursue.

I always seem to be one step behind others.One step slower than others to get enlightened, one step slower than others to communicate, one step slower than others to fall in love with others, one step slower than others to fall in love with others.

It's just as fast as others die.

To be honest, I really want to know what my own obsession is.

I guess it comes from kinship: but I was a loner in my lifetime.

I guess it comes from friendship: but I didn't have any friends when I was alive.

I guess it comes from love: but never in my life did I seem to have felt a throb like love in my heart.

I still wander around, to the road where I died, to the hospital where I regained consciousness, to various places I can remember.

But after all, I still can't find a place that leaves traces of my existence.

I can't even find the grave that belongs to me.

If I have.

Finally, I stopped at the house I had rented.

I remember that I lived here for a while, but I forgot why I lived here.

Even the air is foreign here.

I can't understand what prompted me to stop here, but there seems to be some kind of power to keep me here.

I started walking around the house, lap after lap.It doesn't do any good, I still can't find the slightest trace that I ever existed.

Residents come back at night.It was a tired boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, walking in with a schoolbag.

When he threw his schoolbag on the bed, he also threw himself on the bed.He lay there for a long time, which made me wonder if he had fallen asleep.

But it didn't.

After lying down for a while the boy began to cry. He covered his eyes with his hands as if he was suffering the most unbearable pain. He didn't make a sound, but I saw tears falling from his palms. .

He gave a sudden cry that startled me - startled a ghost...

Immediately, he covered his head with a quilt, and curled up into a ball.It took me very hard to concentrate to be able to hear that tiny sob.

He's calling someone's name, maybe he's just lost a relationship or someone very important, and that person's name is—

"……Procedure……"

"...Shen Zicheng..."

Same surname as Shen Qiao.

……

12 month 31 day.

This is my first New Year's Eve since my death.

I was trying to free fall from the 23rd floor when I met Shen Qiao.

It's something my uncle did, and I suddenly wondered what it felt like.

But the moment I hit the ground I regretted it.

It hurts.

The pain is almost the same as when I was alive, and I can even feel the pain of my body being torn apart.It's good, I can't feel it when I'm alive, but I can make up for it after death.

Shen Qiao appeared. While I was waiting for my body to recover, he didn't look too thin in a down jacket. He was carrying some drinks and snacks. Maybe he had just returned from shopping and happened to pass the street where I fell.

He glanced at me and let out a contemptuous laugh.

I am very curious about the feeling of being a spiritual master: I often see such fragmented scenes, or see a person—a ghost falling in front of them, how do they not change their faces?

The Exorcist is really powerful.

I admire so much in my heart.

The advantage of being a ghost is that the body recovers after the pain is gone, so you can jump off the tall building again.

But I refuse to try again.This is very stupid, and I don't understand the significance of uncle's doing this.

...Probably because it made him think that he was still living in this world at that moment.

But it doesn't work for me.

In addition to making me hate this existence even more.

Shen Qiao took the elevator to the 23rd floor, which was the tallest building in a certain community. The third floor of No. 20 was bought by a rich man, and it is now used as a sky garden.

But the door there is locked all the year round, because the owner hasn't been here for a long time.

...how do I know?I asked myself.But I can't find a reason, I just know it.

It's like I just feel very familiar with this place.

Shen Qiao easily used something to pry open the door lock, and walked in with a natural expression.

"...you are trespassing," I said, standing on the edge of the garden.Most of the flowers here are dead, only the ones closest to the edge are still alive relying on rain and sunshine.

At first glance, it looks like an excellent illustration for a horror game.

"You too." Shen Qiao walked to the edge, sat on the ground, and put the things in her hands beside her.

"I am already dead."

"Well, that's right."

Shen Qiao opened a can of soda, took a sip, but didn't speak.I'm not used to this kind of silence, and I'm a bit at a loss when I stand aside.

The screen on the building in the city center began to count down, and the huge numbers jumped as people counted down.At the last second, the whole world fell silent.

Until a huge "Happy New Year" splashed on the screen, the sky of the city was instantly covered with fireworks, one after another, very dazzling.

"This place has a good perspective." Shen Qiao said.

I hesitated for a long time, stared at Shen Qiao and asked, "Who is Shen Zicheng?"