Haunted Places Live

Chu Yang's consciousness was pulled back into his body by a burning sensation in his chest. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the ceiling embossed with circles of elegant geometric patterns.

He was buried in the thick and soft silk satin duvet, as if he was in the clouds.In addition to the faint pain in the chest like the ebb and flow, the body seemed to suddenly become several times heavier.A strange feeling of nausea spread in the stomach, the internal organs seemed to be burning, but the skin was extremely cold.

It seems to have a fever?

He turned his sore neck and looked around.Next to the bed was a glass-printed table lamp, the dim light was soft and gentle, not glaring.There is a fire burning in the fireplace, and the room is very warm. The cat-legged sofa opposite is full of cushions, the tall and heavy bookshelves are full of old books, and the desk lamps with emerald green shades, pens and notebooks are placed.On the wall facing him is a classical style oil painting portrait, in which the pale-faced lady in a gorgeous baroque dress has a strange emptiness and dullness in her eyes.

He stood up slowly, but the dull pain in his chest became more acute, causing him to let out a low moan, and his whole face wrinkled.He found that his clothes had been changed, and now he was wearing black silk pajamas that were a little too baggy, and the clothes smelled of camphor that hadn't been worn for a long time.He unbuttoned his chest, and immediately saw those vine-like and blood-vessel-like protrusions spreading under his skin, tangled and chaotic, and the ends extended all the way to the bottom of the ribs.He touched those protrusions with his uncertain fingertips, but saw that the thing twisted a bit, and he withdrew his hand abruptly in fright.

This is... a stigmata?

His last memories were so wild and jumbled that he couldn't even comprehend them.What was in front of him was too huge, too huge to be understood by the brain.Those vines that don't know whether they are plants or tentacles, there are strange and dazzling lights flowing, and those things that look like petals or insect wings, and finally there is that huge, nightmarish creature with three pupils. Golden green eyes.And on top of that thing, there is another slightly smaller, but equally frightening blue-purple mass floating, with countless gnarled tentacles wriggling and waving, like thousands of huge seas emitting faint light in the deep sea. Strange entanglement...

The moment they appeared, he seemed to feel the hound's anger and unwillingness, as well as a trace of panic.The hound's roar was not a sound, but an extremely dark and evil feeling that spread in his body, but it faded away quickly.

he was saved...

Although the fire in the fireplace was burning vigorously, he was still shivering with cold, but the breath he exhaled was as hot as the smoke from a boiler.He reached out to touch the bedside table and found the contact lens box. There was a pair of black-rimmed glasses beside it, which were similar to the one he broke at Sangyu International School, but they were obviously new.He put on his glasses, pulled on the slippers beside the bed in some confusion, and opened the door of the room.Outside is a dark and classic corridor, the floor is covered with gorgeous carpets that have passed through the years, stepping on it is silent.

Where is Lynch?

He walked aimlessly along the corridor, trembling, passing one after another of classical portraits filled with a gloomy and treacherous atmosphere.

He heard a rustling voice, and followed the sound to find it.The strange thing is that he actually walked a long way, even went downstairs and walked for a while, before he stood in front of the two tightly closed heavy doors, so far away, he shouldn't be able to hear those who deliberately lowered their voices. The voice was right, but he could hear it clearly.

"I'm not sure if it's the king of twins. After all, ordinary twins are huge. If it's the king of twins, it should be bigger, right?"

"I also don't think it's the king of twins. But even if it's an ordinary filthy twin, it's a little bit reluctant for a fourth-level one, right?"

"His potential is great. If he is not interrupted by the hounds, his final rating is likely to be an advanced four." This is Zhao Censhang's voice, and he recognizes it.

Then came Shu Xiaojing's voice, "How could an observer of this level be discovered until now? And he still has a book of King in Yellow Clothes in his hand... Shall we report it to the First Elder?"

It was the five elders who were discussing him...

"Hush..." Suddenly the pianist Daniel said, and everyone fell silent.After a while, the pianist's voice was suddenly heard, "Chu Yang, come in."

Chu Yang held the brass doorknob and pulled it open, smelling the smell of cigars. As expected, all five elders were in the room, but Lynch was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately felt a little cramped, as if he had disturbed someone else's meeting, although the subject of the memory seemed to be him... I don't know if it was because of the fever, he said slowly, "Sorry... I... I'm looking for Lynch."

"He's gone to rest. He's been busy preparing things for the ceremony these two days, so he hasn't slept much." Zhao Censhang said with a tone of reproach.

Chu Yang felt guilty immediately, but was a little moved, "Is he all right?"

"Don't worry about others." Shu Xiaojing stood up, walked towards him with graceful steps, carefully studied his haggard complexion and chapped lips, "People who have just received stigmata will have a certain chance of serious rejection. Some people may even go crazy because they can't bear it, and even their lives are in danger. You are obviously running a fever now, so go back and rest."

She led Chu Yang out of the house, and within a few steps, she saw Lin Qi anxiously looking for him along the way. Seeing him, he was immediately relieved, and hurriedly came over to reprimand, "Chu Yang! Why don't you just lie down and run around!"

Shu Xiaojing opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Why did you get up so quickly?"

Lynch nodded slightly to her, "I wasn't too sleepy at first. I'll just take him back."

Shu Xiaojing looked at the two of them, slightly raised her beautifully sculpted brows, and smiled coquettishly, "Hey, are you starting to drive me away now? Okay, okay, I'm not going to be a light bulb anymore."

Lin Qi put his arm around Chu Yang's shoulder, probably noticing that he was shaking slightly.The faint smell of men's perfume on Lynch's body made Chu Yang feel relieved. The cold seemed to be not so severe. Lynch let Lynch send him back to the room, pressed his shoulders to let him sit on the bed, and wiped him with a cotton pad. He was wrapped tightly like a big rice dumpling.Then he went to the bathroom and took out an electronic thermometer, put it near his mouth, and said something like coaxing a child, "Ah, open your mouth."

Chu Yang opened his mouth obediently and asked him to stick the thermometer into his mouth.

Lynch sat by the bed, looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled slightly, "We are the same now."

Chu Yang bit the thermometer and said vaguely, "Thank you for saving me..."

He still remembers the song Green Sleeves. If it wasn't for that singing voice, he might have become a piece of scattered cells and DNA in the hound's hot and sour body...

"Do you know that there is a saying, which is said by an American writer I like very much. He said that many people think that if a person saves another person, the saved person owes the person who saved him something. But in fact The above is reversed, when a person saves another person, the life of the saved person becomes the responsibility of the saver. The saver is responsible for the saved person all his life.”

Chu Yang frowned slightly, seeming very confused.The person who saves lives has the responsibility. What kind of fallacy is this?

Lynch's gaze became warmer and more mellow in the dim light, a bit like bitter wine exuding a faint fragrance, "I have saved you so many times, and I will be responsible to you for the rest of my life."

Chu Yang's heart suddenly trembled, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.Lynch gradually approached him, and his handsome face, which mixed the mysterious charm of the East and the profoundness of the West, gradually enlarged, and his dull face was reflected in the dark pupils.Chu Yang felt his palms sweating, closed his eyes hastily, and held his breath.

But the expected warmth did not come, Lynch just took out the thermometer in his mouth out of Ali.

Inexplicable disappointment swept through Chu Yang's chaotic mind. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Qi's familiar narcissistic and somewhat mean-spirited smile, "Why are you closing your eyes?"

Chu Yang was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed, wishing he could get under the bed.Ashamed caused anger, he simply lay down on his head, with his back to Lynch, covering most of his head with the quilt, "I'm sleepy."

Lynch laughed softly behind him, "Are you angry now? I didn't expect you to have a severe fever, and your temper is also good? Don't sleep, take the antipyretics."

Chu Yang made up his mind to ignore it, but someone forcibly tore the quilt away.He had no choice but to sit up angrily, took the tablet Lynch handed him, swallowed it, and took a few mouthfuls of warm water.

"You may feel bad tonight. I'll be on the sofa over there, call me if you feel uncomfortable." After speaking, he helped Chu Yang pull up the quilt.At this time, someone knocked on the door, but the housekeeper brought a quilt.Lynch took it, spread it on the sofa, took off his coat, but the pocket watch accidentally slipped out of Ali's pocket and fell to the ground.

Chu Yang watched him quickly pick up the pocket watch and carefully checked whether it was damaged.

"Lin Qi, when were you born?" Chu Yang asked suddenly.

Lynch froze for a moment, then raised his head.Then he seemed to suddenly understand, "Did Jiang Shitu tell you?"

Chu Yang turned over, leaned against the pillow, and nodded to him.

Lin Qi sighed softly, walked to Chu Yang and sat down, opened the first layer of the pocket watch in his hand, and handed it to Chu Yang.

After Chu Yang took it, he could see the black and white photo on the flip cover of the pocket watch.The classic beauty was looking at him with a pair of big sad eyes, and the corners of her mouth were pursed as if trying to fake a smile, but she was not very successful.

"This is your mother." Chu Yang said.

"Well, she was pregnant with me at the beginning of 100, and I was born in October." Lynch's long and thick eyelashes drooped, and he chuckled, "How? Am I taking too much care of myself?" Well, you can't see that I'm a [-]-year-old goblin at all?"

More than 100 years old...Chu Yang can't imagine what the world looks like in the eyes of people who have lived for more than 100 years.I don't know how Lynch can still maintain that youthful feeling, whether it is acting or real.

Chu Yang said softly, "Your mother is so beautiful."

"Of course, she used to be a hot star, the goddess in the hearts of thousands of gentlemen." Lin Qi's tone was exaggerated, and Chu Yang felt the urge to roll his eyes again.

"When did you join the Presbyterian Church?" Chu Yang closed his pocket watch and handed it back to Lynch.

Lynch's expression seemed to be subtly silent. He took the pocket watch, and he didn't know whether he was considering whether to tell Chu Yang, or whether he was counting the long years, "It was probably in 1940."

Chu Yang remembered the Edgar he found on the Internet.Asher.Lin's life. In 1940, during the Dunkirk retreat, 23-year-old Edgar.Asher.Lin was killed in a German air raid, and even his body was never found.

"Did you join the army at that time?" Chu Yang asked curiously, "Why do you say you died in battle that year?"

"Because I did die once, but my mother suffered the death instead of me... No, the price she paid is probably deeper than death..." Lynch's expression was a little strange at the moment, as if some kind of darkness had been opened He always had a bright and elegant smile, slowly climbing up the corners of his eyes, just like the frightening corner of the bottomless abyss.But he quickly buried the fleeting expression deeply, "Let's not talk about these. Go to sleep."

Chu Yang felt that Lynch didn't want to talk about that war.So he wisely didn't ask any more questions, and got into bed obediently.

When I think of the person in front of me who is over 100 years old, I suddenly don't even dare to talk back...