chilling

The expected scene of blood splattering did not appear, because Yu Qiuliang woke up from the dream before the male ghost's kitchen knife fell.He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. It was not yet dawn, and the room was extremely quiet. He quietly touched his phone and checked that he had only slept for a few hours.It's just three o'clock in the morning, far from the time when he should get up, but his drowsiness is gone, and he won't be able to fall asleep again in a while.

That little ghost slept soundly.He occupied the magpie's nest, robbed Yu Qiuliang's bed, and even robbed Yu Qiuliang's brother.Yu Qiuliang slightly turned his head to look to the side, but saw the little ghost holding Yu Xiasheng's arm, and Yu Xiasheng was lying on his side, wrapping his arms around the small body.Little things at this age love to compete with others, they are unreasonable, not only want to occupy the land, but also occupy people.Yu Qiuliang wanted to sneer, but was afraid of waking Yu Xiasheng up, so he held his breath and turned around silently, turning his face to the outside of the bed again.

He remembered that before going to bed, his face was facing outward, but when he fell asleep, he suddenly turned it back.It can be seen that subconscious actions in dreams often reflect the truest thoughts in human hearts. Only when people are asleep, people will let go of their defenses and remove their disguise.

Women with light makeup and heavy makeup will not sleep with makeup on. They always remove all decorations before going to bed, and dream with the most authentic appearance.What they take off are the masks visible to the naked eye, and the masks worn on the heart, some people can't take them off even in sleep.Yu Qiuliang opened his eyes, stared at the curtain for a while, and couldn't help turning back to see Yu Xiasheng who was asleep.He still doesn't know Yu Xiasheng, so far, he still wants to know what Yu Xiasheng's past was like.Although Yu Xiasheng never said unnecessary words to him, maybe, just tonight, he could take advantage of the other person's peaceful sleep and pry open a thin crack in the thick shell that was wrapped outside.

Yu Xiasheng really fell asleep, he slept very peacefully, his eyelashes cast shallow and curved shadows, like the arc carefully drawn by a painter.Yu Qiuliang didn't need to hold his breath, just looked at him boldly like this, they were both cold dead who couldn't breathe, they just looked at each other face to face, the breath couldn't blend, neither of them was afraid of disturbing each other.

Yu Qiuliang had the habit of talking in his sleep when he fell asleep, but it disappeared later.At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had never heard Yu Xiasheng talking in his sleep.This old ghost was mysterious and guarded everywhere, even when he fell asleep, he was like a clam with its shell closed, desperately guarding the pearl wrapped in his soft inner.

"Hey..." Yu Qiuliang sighed very lightly, he couldn't tell what he was regretting.Maybe he just felt that it was embarrassing that others knew him well, but he knew very little about others.Yu Xiasheng hid his secrets tightly. He tightened the bottle cap so that no drop of water could leak out. It's not that Yu Qiuliang didn't find other ghosts to inquire about Yu Xiasheng, but even they didn't know about Yu Xiasheng. details.Where did Yu Xiasheng come from and where did he go? They didn't know about it. Everything about Yu Xiasheng was a mystery to them.

The one who knows a little bit may be Gu Jia. After all, Gu Jia is a ghost who has dealt with Yu Xiasheng a lot. However, the part she told Yu Qiuliang is roughly the same as the part Yu Xiasheng revealed in front of Qiuliang. Yes, not much difference.Since Yu Qiuliang knew this, it was of course a waste of time to ask her. He tried several times and got the same result. In the end, he lost interest and didn't want to dig deeper.

If you dig to the bottom, what will you find?Yu Qiuliang thought wildly, from a seed to a towering tree, from Yu Xiasheng to the whole country.However, he also knew that Yu Xiasheng was Yu Xiasheng, no matter where he was, he was just Yu Xiasheng. What he wanted to explore was only Yu Xiasheng, not other things related to Yu Xiasheng.

His eyes adapted to the darkness, and he could see things gradually. Yu Qiuliang's sight slipped from Yu Xiasheng's face to the side of his neck, and he was surprised to find a terrifying scar.At that moment, countless complicated images flashed in Yu Qiuliang's mind. He suddenly remembered watching "Liao Zhai" when he was a child. dividing line.Looking at it now, the marks on Yu Xiasheng's body are just like the boundary in the story. This scar hints at Yu Qiuliang: this position may have been chopped off decades ago.

The little ghost writhed by himself and left Yu Xiasheng's arms. Yu Qiuliang grabbed him quickly and quickly moved him to this side of the bed.Being replaced by Yu Qiuliang, the kid still didn't feel anything, he continued to sleep soundly with his mouth slightly open, unwilling to leave the paradise full of sweet dreams.Yu Qiuliang put the little ghost there and didn't care about him anymore. Now Yu Qiuliang can only accommodate the scar on Yu Xiasheng's neck, other than that, everything else is false.

Luck was playing tricks again, under its instigation, Yu Qiuliang stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the scar to see if its surface was uneven, but just as his fingertips touched the skin, his wrist snapped. The ground was pinched tightly.

Yu Xiasheng's mind was not clear yet, his body moved first, and Yu Qiuliang told him to pinch him so hard that he almost cried out in pain.If you don't try to die, you won't die. He finally understands that it's fine to touch the sleeping tiger, but don't touch the sleeping Yu Xiasheng.Years of service in the army had made Yu Xiasheng a habit. Even in his sleep, he was like a wild wolf, waiting to open his eyes and fight back at any time.

But Yu Qiuliang was not an enemy, and he didn't even have any malicious intentions. Yu Xiasheng used this trick on him, so he couldn't be scared, it could only make him feel wronged.Yu Xiasheng woke up, let go of his hand quickly, and was about to say something to make amends, but Yu Qiuliang gave him a resentful look, and pulled the quilt up to cover his head.

Once Yu Qiuliang made this movement, it meant that he didn't want to talk in detail. Yu Xiasheng thought that he didn't need to explain, even if he explained well, the other party would never listen.But letting Yu Qiuliang get angry, he really couldn't do it, he hesitated again and again, patted Yu Qiuliang on the back as if to comfort him, then silently stepped back, keeping a distance from Yu Qiuliang, then closed his eyes, Trying to fall asleep in a mess.

The old ghost's hand strength should not be underestimated. Yu Qiuliang looked at the bruise on his wrist expressionlessly, and wanted to cut off the skin with a knife.Yu Xiasheng is really cruel, he dared to cruelly destroy the flowers of the motherland, if he had known that he was so capable, he shouldn't have touched his neck last night.

"I...you..." Yu Xiasheng tremblingly sat down opposite Yu Qiuliang, and looked at him across the dining table.Yu Qiuliang angrily took the cup of hot milk, gulped it down.After drinking the milk, he still felt thirsty, so he poured another half a cup of hot water and gulped it down as usual.While he was gurgling, Yu Xiasheng who was sitting opposite him didn't dare to gurgle, the old ghost looked at him in shock, as if he was looking up at some rare animal.

"I, I, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, I have not even said a word for a long time, are you stuttering?" Yu Qiuliang put the cup heavily on the table, and lost his temper without warning.

"Why do you need to say hello to me..." Yu Xiasheng laughed angrily, but surprisingly did not get angry, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Yu Qiuliang didn't answer, just knocked on the table, motioning for Yu Xiasheng to hand over his hand.Yu Xiasheng didn't know what kind of trick he was going to do, but he expected that he wouldn't dare to make a mistake, so he extended his hand generously.The old ghost never guessed that this brat had real fangs and sharp teeth. He knew that he didn't have such strong hands, and he couldn't squeeze out a circle of exactly the same bruises to retaliate, so he just snapped his mouth like a puppy to bite.Yu Xiasheng was stunned, he didn't even feel any pain, he just felt itchy where he was bitten on his hand, he didn't know if Yu Qiuliang's teeth were itchy or not.

——He was really frightened and started talking nonsense, but he didn't notice it himself.

"Yu Qiuliang, are you a dog?" Yu Xiasheng looked at the tooth marks on his wrist while washing the cup.The place where Yu Qiuliang bites can't be said to be higher or lower, it just happens to be stuck in an embarrassing position that can't be covered.The old ghost was dizzy for a while. He felt that it was troublesome to take care of children. Not only did he have to wash and cook, but he also had to be bitten—he might as well raise mosquitoes.

It was a cloudy day again, and the smog was very serious. The air quality was extremely poor. When Yu Qiuliang stepped into the classroom, he immediately felt that the particles floating in the air were visible to the naked eye.He doesn't need to breathe now, but he is afraid that Song Ciran will find out about his abnormality, so he still pretends to inhale and exhale on weekdays.Looking at the "white mist" that filled the classroom at this moment, Yu Qiuliang felt that even if he didn't die, if he stayed in this place for a long time, he would die soon.

Song Ciran was fully armed and resolutely resisted the smog. He wore an anti-smog mask, and there were other miscellaneous things piled up on the table.He did a good job of preparing, and even remembered to bring a mask for Yu Qiuliang.Yu Qiuliang took it over gratefully, and was just about to say thank you, but found that the trademark on the mask was impressively written with the word "gift".

Does this count as offering flowers to Buddha?Yu Qiuliang felt speechless.

And when he saw the neat lines of "Mathematics" on the blackboard, he was even more speechless.The originally gray sky became darker and darker, and the originally bad mood also became worse.He pressed hard on the bruise on his wrist, and there was a dull pain. He found that this was not a dream, and there were really four math sessions this morning.

Yu Qiuliang seldom cares about the class schedule, because all his textbooks are kept at school. Even if it is a monthly exam that needs to clear the desks and arrange the exam room, he never takes those books and notebooks home. He always keeps them in the In the teacher's office.When he came to school every day, he took whatever classes the school arranged. At this time, he sat in a chair and thought for a long time, before he remembered that there should be two Chinese lessons this morning.The Chinese teacher changed classes again, and she generously donated two of her classes to mathematics.

"Ah..." Yu Qiuliang uttered meaningless syllables, hung his schoolbag on the small hook next to the table, and fell asleep.He slept all morning, during which he woke up several times, and when he looked up at his watch, he was faced with the square Chinese character face of his math teacher.

It's not that the math teacher's Chinese face is not good-looking, nor is it that he can't teach well. Yu Qiuliang just thinks the math class is boring.He actually didn't have much opinion on the teacher. As for whether the teacher had any opinion on him, that was not his concern.When he woke up for the last time, he looked at his watch, his whole body shook, and he woke up instantly.The four classes passed so quickly, but it was still dark outside.

Song Ciran squeezed over and complained with a miserable face: "Others are flowers in the greenhouse, we are little green radishes inhaling smog." There are stars in her eyes, but Song Ciran's eyes reflect only smog.

Being in the smog, Yu Qiuliang felt uncomfortable all over. He still had to take a bath every day in winter, not for anything else but to wash off the ashes on his body.Whenever the smog is severe, he is not very happy to go out, and when the air quality is bad, students in other areas are on vacation, and what their school does is not like what a human being can do: the day before At twelve o'clock in the night, the school sent a text message to inform the students that they would be on vacation, but at three o'clock in the morning, they changed their minds and asked the students to come to school for classes.

To study here, you must have a strong body and mind.

"What's the class in the afternoon?" Yu Qiuliang asked Song Ciran in a low voice because he didn't wear glasses and couldn't see what was written on the lower half of the left side of the blackboard.Song Ciran yawned, rubbed his hands together, craned his neck to take a look, and gave him the answer: "English and history, then self-study."

"Are you coming this afternoon?" Yu Qiuliang asked again.He didn't plan to come in the afternoon, he just wanted to sleep at home in this weather.

Song Ciran grinned, although he didn't answer half a word, but his intention was already clear.

The two tacitly tugged at the corners of their mouths.Their study time today will end with the bell of the fifth class.The math teacher looked back at the watch on the wall and started to pack things in advance. It seemed that he was bored and couldn't sit still in the classroom.

Sometimes, taking classes is not only a torture for the students, but also a torture for the teachers - who knows what is the use of taking so many classes!Instead of teaching students some useless knowledge, why not teach students how to behave first?Some people have good grades, but they are a cancer of society. There are not a few such people. The defects of education are well exposed in them.Yu Qiuliang didn't know why he suddenly remembered this matter, maybe he was upset in class today, and couldn't control himself, so he began to complain quietly.

The sound of music echoed in the room, and the woman in red sat on the sofa and listened without saying a word.She was wearing a pair of red leather shoes, and there were some mottled marks on the upper, which seemed to be old blood.She sat in a daze, raising her hand to stroke her hair from time to time, but what she never dared to touch was the bloody face.

A well-educated thug, he is still a thug, despite his talents, despite his politeness to outsiders.The woman stared blankly at the wall ahead, which seemed to reflect a terrifying shadow.She blinked, but she didn't dare to shed tears. Tears streaming down her face was also a painful punishment for her.

She thought that the biggest mistake in her life was believing the lie of love.She suddenly went berserk, grabbed everything she could grab, and threw it against the wall with all her strength.She wants to shatter her nightmare and crush her imaginary enemy, but she has been trapped in the dream for many years, and her enemy has been with her for many years... Those who deceive her are shameless and repentant. After death, he still haunts her, trying to trick her into taking the bait again with those clichés.

She is not such a stupid person, she knows how to learn her lesson.Since she has stumbled at this place, she will definitely not make the same mistake the next time she passes by this place.A gray mist floated over her face, and she felt pain.The lies pushed her down the abyss, and she was beyond redemption.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssShe didn't know what else she could use to express her emotions. At this moment, she could only choose this most primitive way.The once melodious singing voice has long since become dumb, and she can't sing.She didn't want to sing, she couldn't sing, she wanted to dance, but she forgot the steps.

It turned out that after being swallowed by hatred, it would become like this.

"Ah... ah..." She is willing to hate, she should hate, she has no reason not to hate.She tore her hair, and the neatly combed long hair was pulled loose, and she bent over, shaking constantly.It's a good thing she's dead, and it's a good thing no one knows that she also has ugly moments of madness.When she was alive, standing under the envious eyes of others, she was always glamorous. She never dared to let them see herself like this, for fear of attracting ridicule and irony.It's just good to judge her because of her face. For that pitiful face, she insisted on taking her life. Unfortunately, after her death, she still lost her face.

Ridiculous cause of death!Terrible love!

No, that cannot be called love at all!She opened her eyes wide, and they were bloodshot.What kind of love, what kind of deep affection, everything is a lie, she knows better than anyone what kind of bloody facts are hidden behind those false appearances!Some people think they are doing good deeds, they think they have saved other people’s marriages, they think they have fulfilled true love... They are complacent, but they don’t understand, they don’t understand, they are not doing good deeds, they are the accomplices of the evil , those pairs of "helping hands" are pushing innocent people into the fire pit!

Marriage is the tomb of love, and love is her tomb.

She died and so did her love.She died, and no one else could live.

"Ah!" She yelled sharply, threw herself forward, and fell on the dusty floor.Two voices echoed in her ears, both of which had something to do with death.The voice in the left ear bewitched her to hurt others, the voice in the right ear urged her to kill herself, and she was caught in the middle, with nowhere to go, nowhere to escape.She didn't know what she should do, she wanted to destroy, but couldn't find a way to destroy, she went crazy, she was stupid, she was like a demented patient, at a loss and at a loss.She searched for her ruined face for a long time, and she searched for a way to end, also for a long time.In her world, it was dark everywhere, and she couldn't see anything clearly, couldn't touch the door, couldn't find the way, couldn't find this thing, and couldn't find that thing.

She suddenly got up from the ground, walked through the wall with disheveled hair, and ran to the street outside.

The voice in the left ear gradually expanded and became louder, and the weak kind thoughts were suppressed by it and crushed into a pile of powder.

Repay kindness with kindness, revenge with hatred, and everyone in the world has enmity with her.

"Numbers 990214 and 990215, the range of activities has expanded, and the deterioration is obvious." Yu Xiasheng threw the chalk into the box, patted the dust on his cuffs, looked up at the calendar on the wall, "171116 was just sent away , keep an eye on it, and don’t make up a new number.”

The woman underneath didn't take his words to heart, her eyes followed the tooth marks on his wrist all the time: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"171012 did a good job." Yu Xiasheng hid his hands behind his back, and abruptly changed the subject, "According to 080901's report, 990214's deterioration is accelerating, and its whereabouts are erratic, often wandering around..."

"X1012." The woman suddenly interrupted him, "About the disposal plan for 990214 and 990215, have you made a decision?"

"Arrest first, then deal with." Yu Xiasheng knocked on the table, "Do you want me to teach you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly.

"171012." The woman sneered.