I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

The rented house is very clean.

The slanting light of the setting sun shines on the beige tatami, as if harvesting in the field after autumn, with a rich and warm atmosphere.

A low coffee table is placed in the center of the living room, and the tabletop glows with a deep red luster, like a burning cloud in the evening, which is heavier than the burning color.

Not a speck of dust on them.

Miss Wakana took good care of them.

Heichuan yelled again, briefly telling the experience of three days ago, and said: "I originally wanted to say hello to you, and I wrote a letter to you."

"But I was afraid that the doctor would see the problem, so I have been afraid to take any action."

He yelled into the empty bedroom, "Sorry, may I ask your forgiveness?"

He knew that Miss Wakana had been in the house, but for some reason she didn't show up.

Probably angry.

Because it disappeared for three days inexplicably and without any instructions, and then quietly reappeared.

It's too disrespectful to Miss Wakana, a cohabitant.

Heichuan soaked the black school uniform jacket in his hand into the washbasin, poured washing powder on it, squatted down and rubbed it, and strands of red blood seeped out.

With the stale smell of blood.

"I don't know what to do with the blood on the clothes."

"Check it out."

Heichuan got up and walked to the living room, he asked casually, "Do you know how to remove the blood stains on your clothes?"

"My school jacket was covered in these things."

The search engine says that it needs to be soaked in cold water and scrubbed with sulfur soap, rinsed with lemon juice and salt water, and a mixture of borax and ammonia water. Kurokawa has tried them one by one, but none of them are effective for the old blood stains that have been separated for three days.

Soak it overnight first, he decided.

Miss Wakana didn't show up until she fell asleep.

It seems to be late at night.

There is silence everywhere, only the salsa sound of the tip of the pen sliding.

Kurokawa woke up from his dream, and saw a cherry-colored kimono by the moonlight, a woman in the darkness, leaning on the table, writing something on a piece of paper.

"Are you there?"

Kurokawa shouted vaguely, "I'm sorry for these three days..."

Ms. Wakana was startled. She stood up, as if she was going to disappear, but she stopped suddenly for some reason, and sat back in her seat again.

There is a plate of wagashi on the left corner of the red coffee table, but instead of the original bright color, it has become a concrete-like gray matter.

"Kurokawa."

Miss Wakana let out a low voice.

She was at the dividing line of the moonlight, half-light and half-dark, with one hand resting on the table, supporting her head, her arms seemed to be transparent.But she was originally a ghost.

She let out a long sigh.

"I have lived here for 30 years, time seems to blink in the blink of an eye, but the three days you disappeared are extremely long to me."

She crossed her hands, "For humans and ghosts, getting along too much is not very good."

"Why do you say that?"

Heichuan sat up puzzled, leaning against the wall, his eyes dim with sleep.

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's a big problem."

Miss Wakana stood up.

"At nine o'clock that day, you didn't come home. I went around the house, wondering if you were angry about my threat to you in the middle of the night."

She walked around in the living room, the hem of her kimono looked like scattered cherry blossoms, "I just walked around like this, thinking about whether I was not sincere in my apology."

"But I'm old enough to be your grandma."

"It's only natural to have a little bit of stubbornness in the elderly."

"At ten o'clock, you still haven't come back."

"I was thinking, oh, oh, you are too much, you don't respect the old and the young at all."

She stopped and squinted her eyes, "I didn't even give you a chance to apologize."

"I just thought, it would be great if I could get out of here, and bring you back, a wanderer like you, whether you want me to apologize or sincerely compensate you."

"If you have any questions, you can talk slowly at home. It's very cold to run away from home."

"At twelve o'clock, you still haven't come back."

"You guy must have been killed."

"People die every day in the world. Although you are strange, it is not impossible to die suddenly. I turned on the TV and tuned to the news station to wait for your obituary."

"For example, a certain police officer found a male corpse by the river."

"On the second day, I decided to take the initiative and throw the handwritten note on the street outside to see if there is a kind person who is willing to fulfill my ghost's wish."

"But everyone is terrified."

"No one dares to approach, I'm afraid the supernatural event in this room has already been spread by word of mouth."

Miss Wakaca put her hips on her hips, "On the third day, there was still no news on TV, and you didn't come back. I thought, how can I be an earth-bound spirit? I can only stay in one place, watching the sunset and the sun day after day. out, and the moon..."

"Obviously the past 30 years have endured."

"In the past 30 years, I have never thought about this kind of thing."

"That's the curse."

"Curse after contact with humans."

"On that day, I swore that no matter who the next family moved in, I would never speak to them."

"I didn't expect you to come back."

She sat down and leaned on the table, "Thank you, wagashi is delicious."

she continued.

"I, I didn't intend to show up at first, and continue to live the same life as before, but thinking that you are a waste of life, and you don't even know where you put your umbrella, I decided to write down a list of items."

With a flick of her finger, Miss Wakana moved the white paper on the table towards Kurokawa.

"However, when you are in a good mood, you will put the umbrella in the storage box, when you are in a bad mood, you will put it next to the shoe cabinet, and sometimes you will stand outside to bask in the sun... ok."

Seeing Miss Wakana's eyes, Kurokawa's voice became smaller and smaller, he shut his mouth and took the list.

It says "Short sleeves in summer should be rolled up and placed in the closet to avoid creases" and "Umbrellas must be dried after use, otherwise they will be dirty."

and also……

"Keep stockings in the refrigerator so they won't snag—"

"this."

Kurokawa pointed out this, "Why did you write this?"

Wakaca took a look, "Oh, maybe you will use it."

for what?

"how come……"

"Is there any problem? Maybe in the future."

No.

The problem is really big.

"Oh, by the way, do you know how to remove blood stains from clothes?"

Kurokawa asked.

"You mean the washbasin in the bathroom? What did you do, so much blood."

"It's mine." Kurokawa replied.

"Huh?" Miss Wakana was very surprised.

"Didn't you say you only hurt your arm?"

"how to say."

Kurokawa covered his mouth, "You keep saying that there is a monster hidden in my body, but I have never seen this thing before."

"At that time, the situation was critical, so I thought, it would be great if I could summon the monster."

"I drowned my head in the washbasin."

"but."

He leaned against the wall, lazily: "I don't know why I can breathe underwater."

"The arm that was very painful is also a little more comfortable."

"At that time, the evil spirits became more and more evil, and I didn't know what to do."

"'I'm afraid I'll see the monster in my body only when I die.' I don't know when this idea came up."

"I happen to have a carving knife in my hand."

"I lost consciousness."

"When I woke up again, except for the large bloodstains on the clothes, the body seemed to be reading a file, and it returned to an intact appearance. Whether it was the arms or others. The scratches left when connecting to the person who jumped from the building disappeared. "

He opened his eyes and looked at Miss Wakaca solemnly.

"You also know how rare this thing is."

"Although I don't know what happened, but in order to protect the secrets of my body, I can only pretend to fall asleep."

"Three days passed like this."

He lamented: "Discharged from the hospital disguised as a medical miracle."

Miss Wakaca was stunned.

Always use "what", "how is it possible", "such a thing still exists" as an answer.Finally, she grabbed her hair, "Sure enough, you are weirder than me."

she said again.

"I know a way to remove blood stains."

"what?"

"Throw away your clothes."

"It's hard to get rid of blood stains like this after three days, and it also has a bad smell."

Ms. Wakasa's eyes rolled up, as if she was recalling, "When I was killed, the blood flowed on the tatami, no matter how I cleaned it, it smelled of rust."

"But it seems that at that time, ghost legends were left in this house."

When I got up the next morning, the clothes had been taken out of the sink and hung on the balcony.

Kurokawa originally thought that Ms. Wakana would not appear, but he did not expect to see traces of her activities, "I thought you would stay away from humans."

There are voices in the air.

"This kind of thing."

"how to say."

"A man cannot keep a promise while he is alive."

"You don't have to force yourself to die."

After that, Kurokawa packed up the schoolbags and mobile phones left in the school, and changed into a new school uniform. The evil spirits in the school also disappeared, and there was no such thing as sunny and gloomy in the sky over Tokyo.

But Ms. Wakana said that when he was sleeping at midnight, an evil shadow with horns would appear around him, as if trying to break free from his body.

"You must have no shortage of people to play mahjong."

she said so.

Taking advantage of his free time, Kurokawa Mangjian took the carving knife from the infirmary. Fortunately, the teacher in the infirmary didn't throw it away, otherwise he would have to spend extra money to buy another one.

I also found a new part-time job. It is easier for a student of his age to find a daily job, but I heard from an older colleague that it is difficult to find such a job after the age of 30.

"No matter who it is, they are more inclined to young people."

Pointing to the homeless people on the street, she said, "You must study hard. Among these homeless people, there are ordinary college graduates and high school graduates who live off their daily jobs, but they have fallen into this situation unknowingly."

"You must study hard."

In the new work place, both the boss and the colleagues are good people.

Heichuan also learned carving skills during his work breaks. Although it is very rough, after a month of hard work, he can barely see what it looks like.

It was a room about ten centimeters long, wide and high.

It was the structure of the house he rented.