The wind on a summer night steamed with moist water vapor, and the fresh soil smelled like a freshly cut watermelon. The moonlight shone on the old pine tree in the flower bed of the hospital. The two sat side by side on a wooden bench, and Ayan supported it with her elbows. Knees, burying his face in the palm of his hand, Lin Yan lit a cigarette, and while listening to the little Taoist priest, he remembered to take a puff from time to time.
A third person stood silently behind the bench, holding Lin Yan's shoulders with both hands, the moonlight shone straight down, his face had no shadows, and his jade-like skin was extraordinarily clear.
"I was fifteen years old when I met Master, and I was in the first year of high school." The little Taoist priest said, "My parents died in a car accident when I was very young. The owner just moved, and the newly bought house is a haunted house. When I rushed over, I found that the house had hanged people not long ago. The ghosts did not want to reincarnate. They have been living in the closet they used when they were alive. The owner saw that I was too young. I couldn't believe it, so I invited another expert in exorcising ghosts, who is my current master."
"I sent away the ghosts with Taoism at home. The master watched the whole process. After the end, he asked me if I would like to be his apprentice. At that time, I couldn't afford the tuition. The master said that there will be supernatural powers and exorcisms in the future. The business takes me, and I can make money, so I, I agreed." The little Taoist stared at the toe of the shoe and recalled: "Master is very strict, but he taught me a lot."
"Before you came to the temple to exorcise ghosts, the master has been very strange for a while. He often disappeared for several days without telling me what I was doing. Our old profession has strict rules for apprentices, and apprentices are not allowed to inquire about the master's affairs. Then, that night he asked I went to the temple and said there was a guest, but I didn’t expect it to be you.” Ayan’s right hand kept tearing the dry skin of her left thumb, and she said nervously: “Master planned to clean up that thing before it was ready, but I didn’t expect you to suddenly change your mind... After you left, I pleaded with the master, but the master was very angry, slapped me with his hands, and warned me not to intervene in this matter."
Lin Yan looked at the little Taoist priest in surprise, and said softly, "Why have you never heard of it?"
Ayan shook her head, her pale face flushed: "I don't have parents, Master is my father to me, is it strange to slap me? But I still decided to help you, I kept telling Master that you came to me , He has been getting more and more busy recently, and he hasn't let me go to the temple for a long time, and I don't know what he is doing, I didn't expect it to be related to your affairs."
"At first I thought he just didn't like that ghost. Master hates other species, saying that they disrupt the order of the world..." A Yan's lips trembled, his face turned blue, and he said anxiously: "I don't believe that Master can use magic. Vicious at times, but, but I promise he's a decent guy."
Even if it is known that the internship is related to the temple owner, but the girl and the ghost of the grandma do not have enough evidence, maybe it is time to check the small temple again. Lin Yan nodded silently, exhaled and said to the little Taoist priest, "What are you going to do now?"
"Discharged from the hospital." The little Taoist clenched his fists, "Master is like my father, I must find him, and I must find evidence to prove that he is not harmful!" After speaking, his expression suddenly changed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pointed at Xiao Yu Said to Lin Yan: "Master said that you can't believe in ghosts, but I guess, you, you now, would rather believe in a dead person than me."
Lin Yan glanced up at Xiao Yu, put his hand on the little Taoist priest's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, I only believe the facts I see."
Ayan stood up abruptly, his body trembling slightly, under the moonlight, his sharp face had a strange neutral beauty, his eyelashes were densely inlaid around his eyes, like black velvet, his trembling made his voice a little shrill, Like a string of sugar thrown into the air and solidified, it was thin and incoherent: "Lin Yan, you, do you know why I want to help you?"
Lin Yan stubbed out his cigarette and was about to go upstairs when he heard this and suddenly stopped.
"When I was a freshman, I was kicked out of school by the people in the department. You are the only one who is willing to talk to me. I... I have always been very grateful to you..." The little Taoist blushed so much that he was about to bleed, and he stammered even more nervously "I, I want to say..."
Lin Yan took a deep breath, the shy smile and sparkling eyes that the little Taoist always showed him suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yu's hand, tightly wrapped around the cold and slender fingers, he I don't want to hear any more. The development of this matter has been completely unexpected. Lin Yan turned around and interrupted A Yan quietly: "A Yan, I know all about it."
"sorry."
The person in front of him was stunned, unable to speak for a long time. In the empty courtyard, his figure was extremely thin, like a piece of paper fluttering in the night wind. Finally, he raised his head, with a strange smile on his lips. Laughing, "You can't like him, if you like him, you will die."
Lin Yan was noncommittal, turned around and walked back. He didn't know why he always felt uncomfortable when these words came out of other people's mouths. This was a matter between him and Xiao Yu. He thought that no one had the right to interfere.
The inpatient department hall was brightly lit. Yin Zhou was leaning against the marble pillar at the door to smoke, with disheveled hair. Seeing Lin Yan and the little Taoist came back one after the other, Yin Zhou grabbed Lin Yan and dragged him behind the pillar, sticking his head out and laughing dryly. Twice: "Ahem, you go upstairs first, I have something to do."
Seeing the little Taoist priest walking away, Yin Zhou threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped hard: "Do you believe what he said?"
Lin Yan frowned and glanced warily at the entrance hall, and said: "I don't believe it all, he is defending the temple master, and he concealed a lot of things in his words, but I think if the temple master really uses the subjugation technique on me, if Ayan knows I won't ignore it, and he will let the boat go smoothly when he kills Xiao Yu."
"Why did the temple owner hate Xiao Yu so much, and tried every means to get me to bring him out of the tomb, and then use me to set up one game after another to wait for him to jump in?"
Yin Zhou snapped his fingers, thrust his hand into the pocket of his jeans, and said, "Do you think that person has something to do with what happened more than 20 years ago?"
Lin Yan hooked the corners of his lips: "It's a tacit understanding, as expected of a buddy." He sighed, and pouted at Xiao Yu, "I really hope that my ancestor can think of something quickly, so that he can point in the direction, so headless If the investigation continues like flies, within a few days the soldiers will be almost destroyed, I am really afraid that something will happen to you again."
Yin Zhou snorted through his nose, lowered his head, bangs hung straight to the bridge of his nose, curled his lips and said, "With my brother's IQ, I can't be put down so quickly, wait a minute, as long as people are doing it, they will show their flaws soon. .”
Lin Yan nodded and said: "Go and ask the doctor first if he can complete the procedures for Ayan's discharge from the hospital, he can't feel at ease here..."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden strong dizziness and palpitations hit him, his scalp was tingling, Lin Yan suddenly supported the pillar and bowed his waist to breathe heavily, Yin Zhou was so frightened that he hurried to help him, Lin Yan waved his hand, Moaned: "No...it's okay, it's been like this lately, maybe I've got too little sleep and my blood sugar is low..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his vision suddenly went dark, as if someone had cut off the power supply. Lin Yan fell to his knees and thumped on the ground. After holding on for a few seconds, he finally fell down.
The last memory is Yin Zhou calling his name loudly in his ear. Lin Yan tried hard to open his eyes, but found that no part of his body was willing to obey his command. The intense tiredness was like a sledgehammer hitting his temple hard, boom There was a muffled sound, as if a thousand villains were shouting in unison around him: "Sleep, sleep." Lin Yan agreed drowsily, and then fell asleep. The bottomless darkness pressed down on him. Slowly lost consciousness.
I don't know how long I slept. When Lin Yan woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed. His eyelids were as heavy as lead. What caught his eyes was the transparent plastic tube of the hanging needle and drops of medicine drops. The smell of disinfectant flooded into his nasal cavity. , Lin Yan moved his arm, the liquid medicine flowed into the blood vessel, causing a burst of coldness in his forearm, he couldn't help but took a breath: "Hiss..."
"Fuck, I finally woke up!" Yin Zhou stepped over from nowhere with two pancakes in his hand, sat on the bed and shook Lin Yan violently. Lin Yan was dizzy from his shaking, coughing and struggling: " Cough cough, dying, don't shake..."
Only then did Yin Zhou stop, and stretched his waist proudly: "Brother, you are really good. You fell asleep alive in the middle of talking last night. How sleepy are you?"
"I am asleep?"
"Nonsense, I thought something was wrong with you, and ran to the emergency room behind your back, but the doctor said after half a day's examination that you were fucking overworked and fell asleep, and told us not to disturb your sleep!" Yin Zhou clicked his tongue : "Remember what happened last night?"
Lin Yan nodded, recalling that he seemed to be talking in the hallway last night when he suddenly became dizzy and didn't know anything. After speaking, he stretched out his left hand without salt water to touch the tip of his nose, and turned his head to look out the window. The curtains of the ward were opened to both sides, and the sky was bright , Actually slept in the hospital all night. Lin Yan shook his heavy head and scanned the room. On the left was Ayan's hospital bed. The little Taoist priest was throwing off the quilt and jumping off the bed. He looked over his shoulder and looked back. Xiao Yu was leaning quietly by the window, seeing him He didn't come back after waking up, and stared straight at him with a pair of long and narrow eyes.
"Xiao Yu..." Lin Yan called him softly.
The ghost pursed his lower lip to avoid Lin Yan's sight, propped his slender hands on the window sill, the sun rolled down on the snow-colored material of the blue shirt, his slender figure was as beautiful as a painting.
"You, don't call him, if he is so close to you, your body will not be able to bear it." The little Taoist grabbed Lin Yan's left hand and placed two fingers on the pulse, worried: "How long have you been like this?"
Lin Yan lay back on the quilt, recalling that he had always felt tired recently, and had to struggle for a long time to get up every day, but he never fainted, and he always thought it was hypoglycemia and ignored it. After hearing this, the little Taoist priest showed worry, and said sternly: "Remember I said that your physique is suitable for raising ghosts?" Lin Yan nodded, and Ayan continued: "In fact, people can't live in a cloudy environment for a long time, also, That is to say, you will lose a part of yourself by raising it. Your fate is special, and ordinary contact is not a big problem, but now..." The little Taoist's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked back and forth at Lin Yan's embarrassing expression at the moment, "What are you doing? gone?"
Lin Yan recalled the madness of the night before yesterday, his face turned red to the ears, he kept muttering and did nothing, and before he could think of an excuse, Yin Zhou, who was silent at the side, suddenly pressed the lock screen button of his mobile phone, and said with a complicated expression: "Lin Zi , there is something I need to let you know."
"When I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I ran into your little girlfriend's father on the elevator. He said that she is also in the hospital and seems to be sick. Do you want to go and see?"
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Ever since the strange incident began, Lin Yan felt that he had been admitted to the hospital more times than in his whole life. These people seemed to have some relationship with him, some had just met recently, some were about to meet, and none of them Exceptionally, they chose the three routes of going to the hospital, going to the police station, or missing. When Lin Yan heard the news that Weiwei was in the hospital, there was a buzz in his head, and he was silent for half a minute before laughing at himself, maybe it was just a cold, he thought.
Weiwei lived in the ward downstairs of Ayan. Lin Yan climbed down the stairs lazily wearing a long-sleeved hospital gown. When he saw the light box standing on the glass door in the corridor, he suddenly froze: the inpatient department of the Department of Neurology.
It was completely different from the ward upstairs. Entering through the glass door, this corridor was covered with cushions from floor to ceiling, and the doors of the wards were tightly closed. The nurse wearing a mask shot two cold eyes from behind the gold-rimmed glasses, staring vigilantly at Lin Yan who was wearing a hospital gown: "You have gone wrong, you can't enter here casually."
Lin Yan pointed to the door of the ward and said in embarrassment that my friend was inside. The nurse looked at him suspiciously for a while, muttered that it might be good to see a friend, and left with the tray. Lin Yan adjusted his breathing at the door, knocked on the door and entered.
The single ward was smaller than the one he and Ayan lived in, but it was clean and delicate. As soon as Lin Yan entered the door, he noticed the girl huddled in a ball on the small bed against the wall, her half-long hair hanging down in a mess, the quilt pulled over her nose, revealing a pair of eyes. Eyes full of fear and confusion.
"Weiwei?" Lin Yan said hello to his former father-in-law and walked straight towards the girl, "What's the matter? I'm upstairs in the hospital, and I happened to come to see you."
Weiwei's father had a haze on his face, and said gloomily, "Don't ask, she won't answer."
The girl on the bed didn't seem to notice what was going on around her. Her fair face was swollen, and there were bloodstains across her cheeks. The makeup hadn't been removed overnight, and the champagne eyeshadow was the same as the one used on the birthday party. Compared with the vitality on the stage Sishe seemed to be a different person, hugging her knees with a frightened expression on her face.
Before Lin Yan's hand touched her shoulder, Weiwei shuddered suddenly, begging dully: "Don't cut my tongue... don't cut my tongue..." After speaking, she suddenly started scratching her face with her nails, while Shouting at the top of his lungs, Lin Yan backed away in shock. At the same time, the door of the ward slammed open, and several nurses rushed in to hold Weiwei down. After a shot of sedative, the girl shivered and curled up again.
"She became like this on the second day after her birthday. The doctor said that she had suffered a strong mental stimulation." Weiwei's father was obviously used to her appearance, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a sad face. Remembering that this is a hospital, I stuffed it back into my pocket, "The brain CT results haven't come out yet, sit down for a while, she doesn't recognize anyone, she won't let anyone touch her, she just said don't cut her tongue over and over again."
"Xiaolin, did you go to Weiwei's birthday? Do you know who owns this thing?" The man said and went to pick out his pocket. "She has been holding on to this thing since she got home, and I pried her hand away to take it out. Who do you know, I'll fucking kill that brat!"
The broad palm was spread out flat, and a piece of emerald nostalgia lay in the palm, which was shiny and translucent, and hung with a string of crimson tassels. Lin Yan almost used all his strength to keep himself from screaming. Homeland bought it and hung it around his waist with his own hands. How could it appear in Weiwei's hands