Is there really a kind of person, you can't find any news about him even if you ask all over the world
The weather forecast said that today's temperature would exceed 30 degrees for the first time. At twelve o'clock at noon, the marble floor tiles outside the foyer of the school's main building leaked hot sunlight. Lin Yan and Yin Zhou sat on the stairs relatively silent. They had already After calling for three hours to find out the address of the little Taoist priest, Lin Yan stayed up all night. The lack of sleep for many days made people feel a sense of being independent from the world, and his vision and hearing seemed to be dull. He buried his face in the palm of his hand and rubbed it vigorously, then raised his head and let out a breath.
"I've asked all over the place. Those who are in the same project team, the same research direction, who used to be in the same dormitory, friends... He doesn't seem to have any friends, and I haven't heard of any relatives here. Where can I find him?" Yin Zhou flicked his phone Buckle up, grabbed the ball of paper on the ground and spread it out to read it again: "They haven't had class for a whole week, and they have gone to prepare materials for the thesis. Do you want to go to the small temple to ask?"
"Please, you didn't see that posture yesterday. It's like celebrating the new year in the underworld. I'm afraid that when I appear, the monk will take the peach wood sword and take me away." Lin Yan said weakly , "You check first, let me squint for a while."
"Hey," Yin Zhou poked Lin Yan furtively, and there seemed to be a little white light flashing on the glasses: "What did you and that ghost do in the end?"
Lin Yan curled up into a ball with his pillow on his knees, and reluctantly replied: "I've said it eight hundred times, and I watched the night scene of Wudaokou all night."
"Looking at the night scene? Are you two possessed by Qiongyao?" Yin Zhou leaned closer to Lin Yan, "Is this how to turn enemies into friends and fights into friendships? Is the relationship between humans and ghosts going to end?"
"You should pay attention to your words and deeds, that buddy is watching from the side now." Lin Yan raised his head dully, blinked his eyes twice, and rubbed his temples vigorously to keep himself awake: "No kidding, he will wake up at dawn." Disappeared from the car, but I can feel that he is still there. The strange thing is that no matter what I tell him, he doesn’t seem to understand. . . . like an animal."
"I have to find Ayan quickly, I'm afraid something will happen to him." Lin Yan said, "And he must know more than us."
Yin Zhou slapped his thigh hard: "I always hang out with three-dimensional people, forgetting about my profession."
"Check the electronic files of the school's dormitory. The students must have registered their new address when they move out of the dormitory. Maybe there is something wrong."
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Lin Yan and Yin Zhou appeared in front of an old five-story old house on Dadong Road.
The city has retained many similar buildings, and the land prices are soaring day by day. The developers cannot afford to demolish them, and the residents have no money to move. Over time, this kind of old building has become an abrupt scar in the new real estate. The old-fashioned design has poor lighting, and it is dark and damp even in broad daylight. The gray walls peel off piece by piece, revealing the brown-red brick walls inside; dusty bicycles and broken furniture are piled up in the corridor and no one cleans them, and a bird jumps past them from time to time. The mouse stared at the intruder's whereabouts vigilantly with its small eyes in the dark.
"Shouldn't this place be demolished?" Yin Zhou stared at the address on the note in disbelief, then looked up at the old residential building that seemed to be crumbling: "If you live here, no one has to run away in case of an earthquake." Lin Yan A little guilty, he heard that the little Taoist priest's family is not good, and he has been relying on part-time jobs to subsidize his tuition, but he didn't expect to be so poor. If he had known that he could not keep silent when he was kicked out of school, he would not be able to live in the dormitory of 1,000 yuan a year, so he ran out to rent a house in a place where every inch of land was very expensive.
The two walked through the corridor carefully. Lin Yan brushed aside the spider webs hanging above his head, and turned to Yin Zhou, "What's the house number of Ayan's house?"
"0023" Yin Zhou patted the dust on his jeans, and looked up at the surrounding house numbers in confusion: "But this floor is all from the beginning."
"The basement." Lin Yan said in a deep voice.
The old corridor was full of rubbish, dark and gloomy, and he could barely see the blue and gray stripes of Yin Zhou's stand-up T-shirt in front of him. There was a damp and mildew smell in the air. For some reason, Lin Yan suddenly remembered the one he had seen. There is a ghost movie called "The Fourth Floor". At the end of the dark corridor, a woman in white clothes tilts her neck, her black hair reveals two black hole-like eyes. Lin Yan shakes his head vigorously, trying to drive out the fantasy in his mind. I couldn't help laughing at myself and said that something was wrong with me, and I could think of ghosts when I saw everything.
Yin Zhou stopped, pointed to the front and said to Lin Yan. At the end of the corridor, there was a simple door panel with the numbers 0023 carved crookedly. Just as Lin Yan was about to knock on the door, Yin Zhou waved his hand at him and put his ear on the door panel.
"Someone is talking." Yin Zhou frowned and held up his glasses: "I can't hear what you said..." As he spoke, he raised his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture. Seeing Lin Yan hesitate, Yin Zhou grabbed him Pulling forward by the collar. The sound insulation of the old house is not good. Through the door panel, it seems that I can really hear the intermittent voice inside, the speech is slow, and occasionally there is a low laugh or two.
"Like Ayan's voice, are there any guests at home?" Lin Yan turned his head while suppressing his voice. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not moral to listen to the wall, so he pulled Yin Zhou back and muttered: "Stop listening, people will think it We are thieves."
The door of the pull room suddenly opened, and Yin Zhou lost his balance and rushed forward two steps, holding onto the door frame to stand firmly, explaining awkwardly: "Hi, hello, hello, I thought no one was here."
There was no sound, it was pitch black behind the door, and the sound of the door panel shaking slightly echoed in the empty corridor, "Zhiyou--"
A bony and bony hand clutched the door frame, and a pale face appeared in the dimness. Yin Zhou met him face to face, his eyes widened and he shouted, "I'm sure there's a ghost!" Then he backed up a few steps and hit Lin Yan with his back. Lin Yan was frightened by him and didn't have time to see what happened Retreating instinctively, stepping on the toe of the right shoe with the left foot, the two of them fell into a ball in embarrassment.
A timid male voice sounded from above his head: "Brother Lin Yan?"
The light came on, and the person standing at the door was the little Taoist Ayan.
When entering the door, Yin Zhou couldn't help muttering about his insanity, and followed Lin Yan reluctantly into it. A two-bedroom apartment with simple furnishings but spotless cleaning. A white candle was burning on the coffee table in front of the old sofa. , Candle tears condensed into a small lump on the table. Lin Yan and Yin Zhou sat down and looked around curiously. This place is not like a place where young people live. There is a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air. There are compass and mahogany swords on the old-fashioned cabinets. In the portrait, Yin Zhou asked Lin Yan who this old man was with his mouth. Lin Yan hurriedly motioned him to shut up, and said softly that this was Tao Hongjing, the founder of the Maoshan School of Taoism.
Seeing A Yan's gossip at school, he always thought he was playing tricks, Lin Yan thought, but he didn't expect that he really had some connection with the Maoshan School, which is proficient in the method of suppressing ghosts. A Yan was still wearing that weird blue robe, walked in with two teacups, leaned over and blew out the candles on the table, and respectfully handed the teacups to Lin Yan and Yin Zhou. Porcelain cups are cheap for ten yuan or three on the roadside, but the tea has a pleasant fragrance.
"The Zhuyeqing from Mount E and Mount Emei is a specialty of my hometown. Master gave it to me. I drink this when I feel homesick."
Yin Zhou was terrified by A Yan's awe at dismounting when he first met him, so he took a sip of water and said, "You have guests, why don't you turn on the light? I was scared to death just now."
The expression of the little Taoist changed suddenly, and he murmured no, Yin Zhou raised his eyebrows and squinted at him, the little Taoist was stared helplessly, turned around and took out a tray from the cabinet, and carefully placed it on the coffee table. "Only them." A Yan said. On the tray are some boxwood carvings with different expressions, including figures and animals, the carvings are lifelike, eyebrows, beards, and even clothes folds are clearly visible. Lin Yan picked up one and looked at it carefully. He was so surprised that he couldn't breathe for a long time: "Isn't this your master?"
Ayan lowered her head and replied: "Yes, it's too boring to live by myself, so I can carve some small things to pass the time, and tell them about any unhappy things, and I'll feel comfortable after talking." She pointed to the tray The wood carving said: "These are my parents, my sister, and the cat at home."
The woodcarving is covered with a thick layer of pulp, soaked in oil, and it looks like it is often held in the hands of people. Except for the monk who was put aside alone, the rest of the sculptures form a set, a small boxwood table, an exquisite small chair, a smiling family of three and a balled cat. Lin Yan touched the kitten's head and couldn't help admiring it. Said: "The carving is really nice, very warm, Ayan, you must be homesick, if you go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't forget to ask me to book tickets, the school collectively discounts."
A Yan was stunned: "If I don't return, my parents have passed away long ago, I have to work part-time to send money to my sister to study."
Lin Yan didn't expect to poke someone's sore spot as soon as he opened his mouth, so he put down the wood carving and said sorry, but Ayan didn't care: "It's okay, I, I'm used to it, and I don't have any friends. I feel like talking to them while carving these. It's like they're still there."
"I'm your friend." Lin Yan comforted him: "Carve one for me when you have time, your craftsmanship is really amazing."
"Okay, I'll show you when it's done." The little Taoist smiled, his eyes sparkling: "By the way, you, you are looking for me because of the ghost thing that follows you?"
Lin Yan nodded, sat up straight and took a deep breath, sorted out the things that happened from the encounter with the ghost in his mind, and said: "I heard you say that the ghost has too much resentment and can't be saved, I want to know Is there any other way to send him away, he was about to be strangled to death three times." A Yan frowned slightly, and shook her head: "It's not like. In, in a place with strong yang energy, although I I can't see him, but I can feel his sadness." After thinking for a while, he said, "He didn't intend to harm you."
"Evil ghosts do not have human consciousness. People who died unexpectedly harbored resentment. They wandered around the human world and waited to find ghosts for the dead to calm down their anger. Ghosts harm people and had to be eliminated. Master said. I can see and understand the eyes of ghosts, so Every time I can’t get the killer down. Think about it, a ghost who has been murdered has waited for hundreds of years in a dark and cold grave, what else can he feel besides growing resentment?”
"Lonely. Unbearable loneliness." A Yan stared at the wooden carving on the plate, his eyes suddenly became lonely: "On July 15th, ghosts and ghosts will open. He wants to take you to his world. It's too uncomfortable to be alone. Already." The last sentence was said lightly, like self-deprecating.
Lin Yan picked up a wooden kitten and fiddled with it. To be honest, he really sympathized with that ghost. He could empathize with his experience even when he closed his eyes. Closed, silent, unknown horror, a blackened skeleton in the faint light of a miner’s lamp Sleep peacefully, first the coffin, then the outer coffin, and then the airtight tomb chamber, with heavy bluestone tomb doors, where the souls are imprisoned layer by layer and cannot be reborn. No matter how magnificent the mausoleum is, what's the use of being buried with others, no matter how rare it is, the only sound that can be heard in the eternal night is the sound of one's own heartbeat, no, not even the heartbeat.
Death is the loneliest thing. A fierce but lonely ghost finally waits for someone who can perceive it after being silent for hundreds of years.
How sad and joyful.