The soul of the ex-husband

Zhou Heng walked in a thick fog, regardless of north and south.

The thick fog was a chaotic pale-gray color, interspersed with frivolous flakes of snow.

The snowflakes are also chaotic, falling on the clothes like incense ash.

Underfoot is barren grass.

Zhou Heng walked one step deep and one step shallower, squinting his eyes from time to time in the fog, trying to see the road ahead clearly.

But he was like being in a muddy eggshell, and the surrounding fog was so thick that it almost turned into a viscous liquid.

Suddenly, a gravel was kicked under his feet, and the stone slipped down, hitting the rock wall with a clattering sound.

Zhou Heng could barely stop his steps and stopped moving forward.

Just at this moment, the dense fog gradually melted away from the eyes, and the vision became clear.

Zhou Heng looked at his feet again, and there was a fault.

Below is a huge pit, as big as a stadium, as if it was the ruins left by the construction team.

And in the middle of the deep pit, there is a dry well alone.

The moment Zhou Heng saw the dry well, his whole body stiffened, his hands clenched tightly, and his whole body changed from a calm and gentle state to a strong and indescribable complex emotion—gloom, anxiety, hatred, and even a little fear.

Nightmares haunt you every night, and tonight was no exception.

Zhou Heng raised his head and looked around.

It was a clear summer night, with a large, round moon hanging low in the sky, and a sky full of stars overhead.

Surrounding the deep pit is a barren grassland, where the vegetation grows wildly, and a little further away is the outline of a dark forest.A gust of wind blew, and the wild grass fell in one direction, rustling, and Zhou Heng could almost smell the moist green grass.

Zhou Heng looked away again, only to find that he was already standing at the bottom of a muddy pit.

The ancient well was ten meters away directly in front of him.

Zhou Heng couldn't move his feet, he gradually frowned, and it became difficult to breathe.

Accompanied by a small "rusting" sound, many black hairs slowly grew out of Gujingkou.

The hair seems to have a self-consciousness, extending and crawling around like a snake.

After a while, a hand protruded from the well towards the sky, more precisely, it was a hand bone, refracting white light under the bright moonlight.

The bones of the hand clung to the wall of the well, dragging out a back that belonged to a woman.

I saw the woman with her back to Zhou Heng, leaning on her only remaining arm, crawling out of the mouth of the well piece by piece, her movements faltered, her bones twisted together out of place, making a rattling sound.But after the upper body climbed out of the dry well, the lower body disappeared, leaving a bloody broken cross-section for the people behind.

The woman crawled outside the ancient well, twisting her neck for a while, covering her face with the bone of the white hand, and finally froze, raising her head to meet the moonlight.

After a while, the woman's head swayed from side to side, as if dancing a soothing waltz, very intoxicated.

A low-pitched singing voice also sounded:

"Hush ... Hush ... little baby, don't talk anymore ... Mom goes to buy you a better bird ... If you know that it is more bird and don't sing ... Mom goes to buy you a diamond ring ... If the diamond ring turns brass... Mama will buy you a mirror... If the mirror breaks... Mama will buy you a ram..."

The pitch-shifted lullaby echoed in the deep pit, and the eerie singing made the singing sound creepy.

Zhou Heng didn't say a word, and quietly looked at the back of the woman with only half of her body. The only half of her body was also broken and incomplete, exuding the smell of rotting corpse.

After singing the song, the woman slowly turned her face backwards, covering her face with her hand bones.

It wasn't until the long-haired head completely faced Zhou Heng that the bones of the hand slowly came down, revealing a horrible face, with only two blood-stained black holes left in the eyes.

The moment Zhou Heng saw the woman, his long and narrow eyes were red, and his knuckles made a slight crisp sound because he squeezed too tightly, as if he was trying his best to endure some kind of impulse.

The woman supported the ground with one hand, turned around, dragged her body on the ground, and crawled towards Zhouheng maliciously.

Zhou Heng still stood where he was, with a straight posture, no emotion could be seen on his face, but his eyes were a little deep.

Not long after, a surprising scene happened.

As the woman approached slowly, a very light black rolled faintly under Zhou Heng's pale and transparent skin, like a drop of ink falling into clear water and scattered, or like a cloud of black mist.

It's just that the clear and light black is gathering more and more, rolling faster, gathering and appearing for a while, and dissipating quickly for a while, appearing randomly in various parts of the body, as if eagerly looking for an exit under the skin.

Without any warning, the black mist suddenly opened half of Zhou Heng's face, and a huge irregular shape swelled in the air, like a fungus opening an umbrella, but because it was covered by a thin layer of skin, it was covered by a thin layer of skin. Retracted sharply for a second.

Zhou Heng's body began to expand and recover non-stop, like a pulsating visual sound track.

In that scene, it seemed that the essence of a man was a cloud of black mist, just hiding under a beautiful and gorgeous human skin, and now he was about to break out.

The half of the woman crawling on the ground seemed to have noticed something, stopped, creaked and twisted her neck, and slowly raised her white hand bones to cover her face.Then, he opened his mouth and let out a sharp and terrifying howl.

Zhou Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and Bach's well-balanced rhythm danced briskly in his ears, and a bedside lamp emitted a dim and soft light.

But in his mind, the woman's wailing still echoed.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhou Heng's forehead, and he slowly regained his senses from the dream.

After a while, he stood up, leaned against the head of the bed, unbuttoned the first button of his pajamas with one hand, and finally exhaled.

The vinyl record player played to the end, and the indoor music stopped. After the record player idling for a while, there was a soft "click" sound suddenly, and the frame skipped.

Zhou Heng seemed to be affected by the dream, even now, his heart beats very fast.

He sat on the bed and bent his knees, pressing the burning eyes with the heels of his hands, his lips parted slightly, and he made a light "hissing" sound, looking very tormented.

Only Zhou Heng knew that the torment came from the hunger of the soul.

He is very greedy now, very greedy, like a snow wolf who has not eaten for a long time, smells the smell of blood, but is unable to eat because of wearing a muzzle, and gradually becomes agitated.

He desperately needed something to fill the gap deep in his body.

Zhou Heng's fingers were tightly curled up, faint black mist overflowed from between his pale fingers, he began to tremble nervously, his teeth chattered, as if he was about to cross the critical line at any time.

But at this moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Zhou Heng turned his face from the palm of his hand to glance at the landline phone, his eyes were sharp, but the black mist surrounding the phoenix eyes dissipated in an instant.

The phone rang three times and was picked up by a pale and slender hand.

Zhou Heng's voice was low and weak, revealing some fatigue: "Hello?"

There seemed to be two or three people on the other side of the phone making noises. After two seconds of silence, someone cleared their throat uncomfortably. The male voice was clear and clear, and said, "Sorry, are you asleep?"

Zhou Heng swallowed lightly, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

The moment he heard Xiao Qi's voice, the tense strings in his body miraculously relaxed a little.

Zhou Heng's face was still terrified, but he tried to make his voice sound gentle enough: "No, what's wrong?"

Xiao Qi gave a light "Oh" and said: "A few people here want to go to the bathroom, can I borrow the bathroom from your house?"

Zhou Heng leaned against the head of the bed, shrank his legs again, and covered his still hot eyes with one hand.

Xiao Qi didn't get a response immediately, so he took it for granted: "Inconvenient? Then we..."

"No." Zhou Heng interrupted the other party, and when he turned his head sideways, he revealed an eye from the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice, "You come..."

Don't leave when you come.

He's hungry now, very hungry, and desperately needs something...to fill the gap deep in his body.

Zhou Heng supported himself to sit on the wheelchair, and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

But when he was about to approach the door of the bedroom, the wheelchair stopped abruptly.

Zhou Heng raised his head, looked at the door in front of him, and said, "Who is outside?"

This question is very strange.

Late at night, in the apartment where only he and Lin Wan lived, if he felt someone outside the door, he knew who it would be.

But Zhou Heng felt uncertain.

There was a long silence outside the door.

Suddenly, Youdao said softly, "Brother...can I go in..."

***

Outside the Tiancheng home, after the young criminal police left after finding fault, the dilapidated van was always filled with low air pressure.

Almost half an hour passed, and no one spoke.

Some people don't want to talk about it.

And some people dare not speak.

Until Peter Pan couldn't hold back anymore, he raised his hand and said, "Report! I want to pee!" breaking the silence.

Simon propped his elbows on the steering wheel, rested his chin on one hand, and said, "I want to too. Tweet from the official account Red You"

Xiao Qi was staring blankly at the summer homework that had been spread out. Hearing this, he blinked, looked at the front seat, and said, "There is no public toilet nearby."

Tata peeked aside, seeing that Xiao Qi had returned to normal, she was obviously relieved.

Hearing Xiao Qi's tone, Peter Pan seemed to be all right, and his spirit relaxed accordingly.

Peter Pan suggested, "Go to a nearby shopping mall?"

Simon pointed to the dial of the watch: "Take a look at what time it is."

Peter Pan saw that it was already past 10:30.

General shopping malls close at ten o'clock.

Peter Pan was about to sigh when an empty mineral water bottle was thrown from the back seat.

"........."

Pan Peter tossed twice to secure the mineral water bottle, glanced at his hand, then turned his head to look at the back seat of the car.

Xiao Qi raised his chin at the mineral water bottle, and said with a natural attitude: "Let Tata get off the car."

Meaning let them fix it on the spot.

Peter Pan was an honest boy, he really tilted his head and weighed it.

Then, he unscrewed the bottle cap very considerately, handed it to Simon, and said, "Here's for you, I'll drink another bottle."

Simon rested his chin and glanced at the mouth of the bottle. A disdainful sneer appeared on his white face, and he said coldly and cruelly, "It's too small to fit in."

Peter Pan: "..."

Xiao Qi couldn't help laughing: "I can't tell, it's still Tong|Yan|Ju|diǎo."

"Oh, come on." Speaking of dirt, Tata was the dirtiest among the people in this car. She looked disgusted, and quickly pulled back the off-track painting style, and said, "It's convenient for you, but I also want to Who can make it easier for me? Finding the toilet is a serious thing."

Peter Pan wrung his fingers and muttered to himself, scratching his head for a long time: "Sister, what do you mean by these four conveniences?"

Tata: "...start driving."

Unlucky boy.

At this time, Simon said coolly: "Building 42 is not far from us."

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Tata's eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "That's right! Uncle Shi's ex-husband and fiancee both live here. With these two relationships, can we still go to the toilet?"

"..." Xiao Qi raised his head.

All three people in a car were staring at him with obvious intentions.

Xiao Qi lowered his gaze, then raised it quickly, and clearly refused: "Don't even think about it."

Xiao Qi is sure and sure, this group of people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement is definitely not just as simple as wanting to go to the toilet.