Shen Zicheng

"...Forget it, I'll just ask." Chen En gave up the idea of ​​getting information from me.

He found the nearest settlement and walked towards the gathered elderly people.

I followed and caught the attention of a cat crouching in the sun.It looked at me motionless, as if warning me not to invade.

So I stopped not far away, and could barely hear Chen En and the elderly talking about their daily routines.

Then, I heard the important part: "Master, I think the corner ahead seems to be quite dangerous. Do car accidents often happen there?"

An old man said with a smile: "It used to be like this. The road was bad, and the turns were sharp. It rained a lot this time of year. When the car slipped, it either hit the cliff or fell into scrap iron. of."

Another took up the conversation and said: "I don't know who is going to build a holiday villa on that mountain. They dug the mountain and built the road. After the road was repaired, the mountain was not solid."

Another one laughed: "That's true. Didn't you cause that... landslide last year? You even called us to take refuge. It was late at night, and I heard that a car was buried."

From Chen En's expression, I read the words "the Lord has appeared", and he then asked, "Well, what's going on?"

The cat suddenly meowed and ran away from the sun.

But that wasn't me, I wasn't sending out the signals that I was angry, and I felt the horror that maybe it sensed.

From the back, dip the upper spine.

...Let me guess, who will have that cold gaze like a poisonous snake.

I turned around, saw Shen Qiao's face, and applauded myself in my heart: I guessed right.

He stood upright, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.He may have overheard the conversation of the old people, and that's why he kept watching.

"Who knows? In the middle of the night, there was a rumbling sound." A younger old man said.

"Then..." Chen En wanted to continue asking, but he noticed Shen Qiao's long attention, and when he looked over, he showed the same expression as that cat.

I don't quite understand.Chen En is not me, why would he show such a look.

... Shen Qiao is really scary.

Shen Qiao smiled at him, then walked towards the corner.

I was hesitating whether to stay where I was or follow, but when I realized I had already stopped at the corner.

Shen Qiao put down his flowers there, and said, "If you want to get back your memory, you can come and tell me."

"Will you tell me?" I asked.

"No." Shen Qiao replied.

Then he turned his head, with a moment of sadness in his eyes: "Because you don't want to know, and I don't want you to know either."

Shen Qiao looked very lonely when he left. He said to me: "Isn't it good? You don't know anything, I remember everything, so I just need to bear everything, isn't it good?"

But this makes me want to know even more. I don't understand his words, his expression, his eyes and everything about him.

But I want to understand.

His words, his expression, his eyes and everything about him.

……

Chen En then went to the hospital that I didn't have time to reach, and then hit a wall as expected.

"Sorry, the patient's information is not allowed to be disclosed." The nurse on duty told him very politely.

"I'm sorry, please don't make a scene in the hospital." The guard on duty also told him very politely.

Chen En said that he was a little depressed and couldn't think of where to find a breakthrough for the time being.

So he started to sort out his thoughts from the beginning again, and asked me: "Then do you remember how your previous relationships were? What close friends did you have, or did you have a girlfriend or something?"

He asked questions that I wanted to ask too.But the more important problem is that I can't even remember myself, so how can I talk about others.

So Chen En raised his hands in surrender, saying he needed time to gather information—and then warned me not to follow him.

I became a person again, walking around, occasionally chatting with the ghosts I passed by.

But gradually, the number of ghosts I met gradually decreased, and the last one pointed to the villa area on the other side of the street and said to me: "Don't go there, there are spirit exorcists living there, and they will kill you."

So I stood at the door of the Spirit Eliminator's house.

Then, probably when I stood till night, I watched Shen Qiao walk into the first floor of a certain villa.

"Come in." Shen Qiao said to me before entering the door.

It was a little exciting to think about entering the home of the spiritual master as a ghost.I started thinking wildly, wondering if I should bring a present.

...a blessing from a ghost?

There was no one in the huge house, except for Shen Qiao who just came back.It was empty and deserted, just like Shen Qiao himself.

Shen Qiao went to pour tea, brought out two cups, turned back and poured out one cup.Then he turned on the TV, and a domestic supernatural movie was playing on the TV.

I was fascinated by it, and seriously studied the practices of my predecessors.But Shen Qiao turned off the TV in a wonderful place, and the tea was cold, so he poured it out too.

Shen Qiao entered the room, which made me somewhat embarrassed, torn between leaving and following the past.

It is impolite to enter someone's room without permission.I thought, and then thought again: this is for the living.

So I followed.

Surprisingly, his room was neatly furnished.

He was sitting by the window, in front of him was a beige desk, which was neatly put away, with only a few books and a desk lamp.

There is also an abrupt photo frame on the corner of the table, red, it doesn't match the simple and quiet style of the room, it looks like it was put on it later.

The photo frame is just a photo frame, the photo has been taken down and is now in Shen Qiao's hands.

I took a peek and found that it was a photo of Shen Qiao and another person.

Shen Qiao in the photo looks very young, she should be around eleven or twelve years old.His smile was different from now, it was the smile of a living person, happy and cheerful.

The person next to him holding hands didn't smile, he was as big as Shen Qiao, and his eyebrows and eyes were different from Shen Qiao's.Just like a dead man, cold and empty.There were still some bandages left on his body, and his complexion was sickly pale, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, like a broken ceramic doll.

It looks like Shen Qiao now.

I guess that is Shen Zicheng.

Shen Qiao was thinking about something, maybe she wasn't thinking about anything.Anyway he ignored me, and I was set aside to look around.

The room is small, the only furniture is a desk, wardrobe and bed.I went into the closet and found that the clothes inside were sparsely hung and of a single style.

The people who live here must be boring, or they have serious cleanliness.

The beds were neatly made, and it was obvious that the residents enjoyed tidiness, or disliked hassle.I sank under the bed and didn't see what should be under a man's bed.

But I did see scratch marks on the bed.

I suspect that there are seniors who stayed under the bed, under the bed in the home of the spiritual master. ...if there is any predecessor who is as eager as I am to seek eternal death.

But obviously, this is not possible, I can see there are scratches with blood.Normally, things like ghosts don't bleed.

So this should be a trace left by the occupant.

So Shen Qiao is the one who can get under the bed and scratch the bed board?

...I think not.

I lay under the bed, trying to feel the oozing scratches, wondering if they might be sending any message.But before I had time, I heard someone beside me say: "What are you doing?"

That sentence made me turn my head subconsciously, and saw a pair of gloomy eyes from the narrow gap between the bed and the ground.

If I had a heart I would feel my heart beating.I was so startled that half of my body passed through the bed.

Shen Qiao just changed from lying down to sitting, her eyes were still cold.

...Have I lost the face of my kind?Intimidated by the way a human scares humans with my kind.

Shen Qiao glanced at me, as if she had thought of something, she lay down again thoughtfully, and found that she couldn't see clearly, she rummaged through boxes and boxes to find a flashlight, and shone it under the bed.

What I found was exposed, it received the energy of the light, and it burst out with a manic, gloomy, hopeless and painful breath.

I ran away subconsciously.Shen Qiao's reaction was much calmer than mine, he moved the flashlight, it seemed that he didn't know these things under his bed.

The more you look at his expression, the more strange it becomes. Surprise, anger, sadness, fear and other negative emotions are mixed together, and finally makes him roll aside as if he has been punched hard.

Even as stupid as I am, I can see that Shen Qiao is being attacked by something, but I can't help, because it seems that the attack comes from his heart.

Curled up on the ground for a while, Shen Qiao overcame the things that attacked him.He got up from the ground, seemed to be in a trance, staggered a little, and walked out of the room step by step.

I followed and saw him go into another room, next door.

It seemed that this room was more like Shen Qiao's room - it was just as clean and tidy as the one just now, except that it was more alive.

Whose room was there just now? ...Shen Zicheng?I guess.

Shen Qiao fell on the bed and closed her eyes as if in a coma.

I was wondering if I could get under his bed and see if there was another scratch there.But Shen Qiao's current state made it impossible for me to get close to him, and he exuded that "aura I hate" as he said.

I ducked away, and tasted the boredom of being put aside again.So I chose to go back to the next door and get under the bed to see what I hadn't discovered that turned Shen Qiao into this.

It was still full of scratches, without light to set them off, they looked ordinary, except for a little penetration.

I looked at those scratches one by one, neat, messy, deep, shallow, long, short.Obviously, it was not carved on the same day. Someone lived here for a long time, and got under the bed from time to time, using his nails or other things to carve the marks.

I tried to put these scratches together, trying to decipher their possible information.

Unsurprisingly it failed.

Each scratch is scattered separately.

Every scratch is isolated and helpless.

Every scratch is silent for a long time.

Every scratch is crying for help.