Purifier

【Ideology separates us, but dreams and pain bring us together. ——Eugene Arisco]

In the middle school cafeteria, students lined up in a long queue holding meal cards in one hand and stainless steel plates in the other.

The skinny Mo Ling lowered his head, took out a crumpled twenty cents from the pocket of his school trousers, and whispered, "One meal or two."

The rice cooker had already seen this poor boy by now. He only ate one or two meals at a time, and occasionally owed a dime on credit, which was pitiful, so he always scooped up a big spoonful of rice for him, which was a full two or two taels.

Holding the lunch box in his hands, Mo Ling took a few breaths of the aroma as he walked through the cooking area, then walked to the free vegetable soup, picked up a small bowl of soup, and scooped up the few cabbage floating on the soup surface in half.

He found a seat and sat down, then took out a plastic bag from his pocket, opened it, and inside was sauerkraut from his own kimchi jar.

White rice, vegetable soup and sauerkraut, this is Mo Ling's daily lunch.

The people at the same table occasionally cast curious and disgusting glances at him, but he never pays attention to him, anyway, he doesn’t know anyone, he has no friends, and he doesn’t hang out with his classmates, he walks alone every day—of course , The ghosts who follow him are not counted.

After lowering his head and grabbing a few mouthfuls of rice, Mo Ling straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, and saw a female ghost with disheveled hair and her right eyeball hanging on her face by a tendon.

The rice spoon fell into the bowl with a thud, and he covered his mouth feeling sick.

"What's wrong with you, classmate?"

One of the students kindly said hello.

Mo Ling clasped the edge of the table tightly with his hands, and wanted to run away, but found that his feet were caught by some force.The female ghost's spiritual power was very strong, he didn't dare to look directly at her, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her sitting next to the student who was asking the question just now.

A black miasma surrounded them, and the female ghost was absorbing the energy of the students at the same table.

This kind of situation is very common in Mo Ling's life, and it will happen almost every now and then.There are often some people who have accidents for no reason, or die of strange diseases, or become lunatics. Mo Ling knows that it is ghosts who do evil, but he can't do anything, and he can't tell anyone.

At this time, the female ghost stared at Mo Ling and smiled, and her pointed and long black nails dangled in front of his eyes, which made him stiff in fright, and the cold sweat broke out on his back. He was only a second-year student in junior high school. , never provoke, just to protect themselves.

But now, these students are right in front of them, and the female ghost is harming them. Maybe they will be seriously ill in a few days, but they don't know it at all.

The hand pinching the table was already hurting, Mo Ling took a deep breath, raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the table, and yelled at several students: "Go away! Don't eat at my table!"

Startled by his sudden outburst, the female ghost withdrew her fingernails and stared at him.

"Tch, I'm sick."

"Who wants to sit at your table."

"What nerves!"

A few students picked up their bowls and walked away cursing.

Mo Ling was the only one left in the whole table. He touched his chest and let out a long sigh of relief with a smile.Who knows, the female ghost grabbed his wrist in the next second, and said with a grim face: "Stinky boy, spoil my good deeds!"

Mo Ling didn't move and didn't dare to struggle, he knew that as long as the female ghost exerted a little force, he would lose his arms and legs, or die directly in Huangquan.

Under the stalemate, another student came, who was impartial and happened to sit opposite Mo Ling.

Mo Ling's wrist was still held by the female ghost, and he lifted it up in the air in a strange posture. He twisted his face, looked away from the female ghost's face, and looked at the boy in front of him.

The boy is a little taller than me, and judging from the school uniform, he is also a junior high school student. His facial features are very three-dimensional, and his wheat-colored skin looks very healthy. He smiles brightly, giving people a feeling of a bright future and a happy life.

Laugh, laugh ass!Mo Ling thought to himself, at this time, instead of a Guanyin Bodhisattva coming to save the suffering, another one asking for trouble came instead.

"you……"

Mo Ling just wanted to scold this person away, but he robbed him of the words.

The boy curled his mouth and blinked his right eye at him, then put away his smile, turned his head and yelled at the female ghost with a straight face: "Let him go!"

"Huh?" The female ghost shook her head, flicking her hanging eye from side to side, "You can see me too?"

"I tell you to let him go!" The boy jumped up and took out a note with strange words written on it.

The female ghost trembled when she saw the note, let go of Mo Ling's hand, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The boy sat down again, put the note in his pocket, looked at the person opposite who was still in shock, and said, "Are you okay? You...can see it too? This is the first time I have met someone my age who can see ghosts like me. We It’s great that it’s still a school.”

Mo Ling rubbed his wrist, and said with a blunt expression: "What was that note just now?"

The boy hurriedly took it out and handed it to Mo Ling, saying: "The talisman, my master gave it to drive away ghosts. Give it to you."

Talisman?master?Exorcism?Mo Ling had the feeling of being transported into a supernatural animation. He pretended to be calm, put away the talisman expressionlessly, and said flatly, "I didn't expect that I am not the only one who can see ghosts in this world."

"My name is Lu Yun, Class [-], Grade [-]," the boy said while taking out his phone, "Shall we leave a contact information for each other?"

"My name is Mo Ling. I'm in Class [-], Grade [-]. I don't have a phone."

Mo Ling stared at the thing in Lu Yun's hand for a while, and it turned out to be a mobile phone with a color screen, which was more advanced than the one used by the head teacher. Then he carefully observed his attire, and there were almost no creases on the school uniform, which should have been ironed. The rolled up cuffs just revealed a beautifully styled watch, which looked very expensive.

He shyly turned the rice bowl and soup bowl on the table towards him, and secretly put away the plastic bag containing sauerkraut.

Lu Yun looked at Mo Ling's "lunch" and didn't say anything. He put away his phone, took out his notebook and hurriedly wrote a few words into Mo Ling's hand: "I wrote the phone number and my home address on it, after school Can I go to you? By the way, I can also take you to my master. He is the same person as us. He still has

Very cute son..."

Mo Ling's hand was held by Lu Yun, and it was a little hot, so he quickly withdrew his hand, stuffed the piece of paper together with the sauerkraut bag into the pocket of the school trousers, and said, "I'm going back to class."

After speaking, get up and run.

He heard Lu Yun yelling from behind, but couldn't make out what he was yelling, his face was very hot.

One afternoon, Mo Ling was absent in class.

I don't know if he thought too much, but he felt as if he had made a friend.

Since ancient times, people have been divided into groups based on their appearance, family background, economic conditions, beliefs, hobbies, etc., and people have been separated into many small groups. Unfortunately, Mo Ling has one more ability to see ghosts than others, so I can't be assigned to any small group, and I have always been alone.

It's all right now, there is another one of the same kind, and he looks like a good person, Mo Ling is in full bloom.

He put his hands under the table, holding the piece of paper with his name, phone and address on it, Lu... Lu what?Lu Riyun?The boy's rich second-generation image and temperament once again appeared in his mind.It's amazing to be rich!It's weird to have a name!Why are you afraid of him!Is there a master belt worth showing off!

The image of Lu Yun was affirmed and denied countless times in Mo Ling's mind. Finally, with a sad expression, he crumpled up the paper and threw it out of the window.

He and I are not from the same world, Mo Ling thought while lying on the table with a sigh.

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Sometimes, the more interested you are in a person, the more afraid you are to meet him.There is always a big difference between reality and ideals. If face-to-face communication will cause obstacles, then it is better to just YY by yourself.

Therefore, after school, in order to avoid meeting Lu Yun, Mo Ling was the first to rush out of the classroom and run home when the bell rang.

Mo Ling's family lived in an old building that had been built for decades. He was an illegitimate child who never knew who his father was and lived with his mother all the time.

He still remembers that when he was a child, his mother loved him very much. Although it was a lot of pressure for a woman to raise a son, she never made him suffer.However, the happy life in the past is gone forever. I don’t know when, my mother’s whole body has changed. She doesn’t work, stays at home, and doesn’t do housework. She only lives on subsistence allowances.Often he would not eat or drink for several days and nights, and would beat and kick Mo Ling when he lost his temper.

Mo Ling carried the schoolbag he sewed out of rags and walked up the old and dirty stairs. There was no property management in the old building, and messes could be seen everywhere.

He used the key to open the rusty anti-theft door, and a strange smell came out of the room. Mo Ling often smelled this kind of smell from those ghosts.

"Mom, I'm back." Mo Ling put down his schoolbag, walked to the door of the bedroom, and looked at the thin and listless woman on the bed with distress.

She was tied to the bed by him to prevent her from harming herself.

Normally, his mother would have struggled and yelled at him as if seeing an enemy, but today she changed her usual, slowly turned her head to look at Mo Ling, and tremblingly said in a weak voice: "Little Lingzi, where have you been? Mom has been thinking about you all day."

The mother's occasional gentleness was like a gift from God, so Mo Ling happily ran over and sat down on the bed, helped her smooth her disheveled hair, and said, "Mom, I made a new friend today! He also told me about his phone number and address!"

"Really, cough cough." The woman coughed twice, moved her fingers, and forced a smile desperately, "Can you untie the rope for me? It hurts to be tied up like this all the time, don't worry, I won't do anything. "

Mo Ling hesitated for a moment, seeing that his mother seemed to be really optimistic today, so he loosened the rope for him, helped her to sit up, put on her shoes and socks, and massaged her shoulders.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Mom, what are you laughing at?" He heard his mother laugh a few times, but he couldn't see her expression when he was sitting in the back massaging.

The woman grinned, stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her lips, her eyes were narrowed into slits, her lower eyelids were covered with black spots, and she said in an inhuman tone: "You are really a good son~~hahaha! Why don't you be more filial~~"

After finishing speaking, the woman suddenly turned around and rushed towards Mo Ling, pressed him onto the bed, opened her bloody mouth and bit down on his shoulder, pinching his arm fiercely with her fingers.

Mo Ling had nowhere to break free, the skin wrapped under the school uniform had been scratched, and deep teeth marks had been bitten on his shoulder.The other party was his mother, and he didn't dare to resist, afraid of hurting him in the scratching, so he could only cry: "Mom! I'm Mo Ling! Ah...don't bite me, it hurts!! Mom——"

Over the years, he has been forced to endure this kind of torture. There are countless large and small wounds on his body. Often the old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have increased.

The woman had long lost her mind, grabbed Mo Ling's head and kept bumping it on the bed, shouting loudly: "Hahaha...you are different from others! Let me eat you! The taste must be delicious!"

"You...you are not my mother! Let me go!" Mo Ling turned over and pushed away the woman who was trying to bite his neck with her mouth open.

The woman staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Mo Ling got up from the bed and was about to run out of the house, but was caught by a woman's ankle, tripped and fell forward.He kicked his legs hard, freed himself from the woman's clutches, and scrambled towards the door, while the woman followed, screaming as she ran.

Opening the anti-theft door, Mo Ling crashed into the arms of a man, who turned out to be a neighbor on the same floor.The sound insulation of the old house is poor. Just now I heard the crying inside the house, and the neighbors ran out after hearing the sound.

A middle-aged woman pulled Mo Linghu behind her, and two other strong men supported the mad woman on the left and right.

"Oh, really, I often hear that she abused her son."

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that there is a mental problem."

Neighbors chattered, and someone started making phone calls.

Not long after, a few people in white coats came, and one of them was carrying a white medicine box with "XX Mental Hospital" written on it.

Seeing this, Mo Ling realized that something was wrong. He blocked the doctors from getting close to his mother, and shouted excitedly: "Go away! My mother is not mentally ill! Don't touch her!"

The neighbors stepped forward to hold Mo Ling, whether he wanted to or not, today they must solve the source of the noise, such a lunatic, or take away the quietness.

Mo Ling struggled like crazy, his upper body was hugged and unable to move, his feet kicked the doctors vigorously, crying and shouting: "Don't touch her! I want my mother... I will be an orphan if she leaves... ...please..."

None of the doctors had time to pay attention to him. They opened the medicine box and took out a tranquilizer, and stabbed it at the crazy woman with violent tendencies.

The woman calmed down, and gradually closed her eyes, and Mo Ling also collapsed, kneeling on the ground, crawling towards his mother, holding her hand tightly and not letting go.

In the end, the doctors pulled the two apart, put the woman on a stretcher and fixed it, and pushed her into the ambulance. Mo Ling followed them and sat in front of her, feeling distraught.He knew that his mother was not mentally ill, she was just possessed by an evil spirit, and in that body, her mother's soul had long been swallowed up. Although she had the same skin, she was no longer his mother, and she couldn't cure it of.

God lets you lose something in order to give you something better.At that time, Mo Ling would never have imagined that from this day on, his life would take a new track, and that there would be someone walking side by side with him on this road.