The calm that followed was somewhat beyond Lin Yan's expectations. The thing seemed to have tortured him enough, and he didn't take any further steps. Lin Yan changed his clothes and unplugged the computer. Although he knew it was useless, the screen was indeed powered off, and it didn't turn on automatically in the middle of the night.
Maybe there was a new round of storm brewing in the silence, but Lin Yan didn't bother to pursue it. The alcohol that had not completely dissipated became the best sedative, and he turned over and slowly fell asleep.
In his deep sleep, something cold touched his lips again. Lin Yan was so deep in sleep that he didn't notice it at all.
When I woke up, the whole room was clean, there was no red paint, the light gray printed wallpaper and the screen wall painted by the students of the Academy of Fine Arts remained as they were, and the glass was spotless, except for the embarrassing marks on Lin Yan's body and the funeral clothes There is no other evidence to prove that the absurdity of midnight ever happened. Lin Yan took a shower and threw the mortuary clothes into the basin. Compared with the invisible force, he was obviously at a disadvantage now. Rather than scurrying around like a headless chicken, it is better to wait and see what happens.
After packing up, Lin Yan took out his mobile phone and sent Yin Zhou a text message to arrange a meeting place. To his surprise, he received a reply immediately: See you at the school gate in half an hour.
Lin Yan looked at himself in the mirror, and in just two nights, his whole body was as slumped as if he had been on drugs for many years, with stubble growing out, lining his red eyes. The mint smell of the shaving foam made Lin Yan feel for the first time that his monotonous life was so beautiful. The blade is thin and sharp, as long as he slaps it deeply on his neck, everything will be gone.
Humans are such fragile creatures.
"Hiss..." Lin Yan took a breath of cool air, and sighed that the Taoist was unlucky enough to drink water and stuffed his teeth. When he slipped his fingertips, a small cut was made by the blade, and the dark red blood soaked out, causing pain. Lin Yan wrapped a piece of Bondi around his finger, leaning against the wall and thinking in a daze, being able to feel pain is not a kind of luck.
I don't know what kind of dye was used for the coffin, and it faded badly in the water, but after a while, the whole basin of water turned bright red, Lin Yan glanced at it in disgust, and slammed the door and left.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Yan saw Yin Zhou holding a pancake fruit at the school gate.
The two of them regretted it before driving far. The morning rush hour was full of traffic jams, and the rolling traffic flow was endless. I don’t know which genius designed this kind of urban ring road that can’t go up and down. In the morning and evening rush hours, there are five vivid roads. Ring-shaped parking lots surround the city center, worshiping socialism together.
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou lost their temper at the traffic jam at the third ring road, so they could only eat pancakes while listening to the traffic broadcast.
"A 13-year-old boy in a remote village in Sichuan was found wearing a red dress and hanged at home. The local people suspected that it was done by magic. It is reported that the boy's birth time and death time are both yin and yang, which is very suitable..."
Lin Yan snapped off the radio.
It seems that the world has gone into chaos overnight, and even such unreliable news can be brought to the surface.
Yin Zhou didn't care, swallowed the last bite of pancakes, burped, and said with satisfaction: "I spent the rest of the night in the library. I was hungry and couldn't buy anything. It's so satisfying to be full."
"No exam recently, why are you running to the library?"
"Study the enemy's intelligence. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. Can you win every battle if you know yourself and the enemy? How about it, buddy?"
Lin Yan turned his face to look at the crowded traffic outside the window. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Do you really believe that there are ghosts in this world? I always feel that something is wrong with me, maybe I should see a psychiatrist first. "
Yin Zhou's eyes widened in surprise: "Come on, even if you are abnormal, I am extremely normal. We have all seen how to explain the ghost clothes."
"... the day before yesterday at your house, only I felt the cold, and only I could feel 'it' in the house."
Lin Yan sorted out his thoughts and told Yin Zhou the experience of being strangled last night.
As Lin Yan expected, Yin Zhou exploded after hearing this, and blurted out: "Fuck, that ghost was a rabbit master before he was alive?" After he finished speaking, he let out a sigh, and glanced at Lin Yan's face over and over again: "Xiao Linzi, are you really a fool?" Not to mention, if you take a closer look, you can be regarded as a handsome young man, maybe it is dying and lonely, and wants to recruit you as a wife."
"Fuck you, if you don't have a proper word, get out of the car now and leave. Don't forget to burn two boxes of condoms for me when I hang up for Qingming." Lin Yan said in a bad tone. The car behind honked its horn twice, and Lin Yan realized that he was only talking, and moved a five or six meter clear path ahead, and hurriedly followed.
"Besides, in the middle of the night, I clearly saw that the whole house was painted with red paint, but in the morning, there was nothing there. It was like a dream."
Yin Zhou dragged the backpack on the back seat and hugged it in his arms, and pouted at Lin Yan: "Here, I will show you my brother's research results." He opened the bag buckle and took out a dozen crumpled copies from inside. Spread it out on your knees, flatten it with your hands, and check it from the top down.
"You can't fucking get things carefully, I feel uncomfortable watching it."
"Well, the attribute of a wife, this ghost has eyes."
A grass-mud horse roared and galloped past Lin Yan's heart.
Sure enough, otaku are really stunning.
"Listen carefully." Yin Zhou lifted his glasses with his long fingers: "There are generally two explanations for ghosts in modern times. The first one is due to the discovery of dark matter. Do you know the law of conservation of energy?"
"... Continue." Lin Yan gave him a blank look.
"The universe expands at a certain rate every year. If the law of conservation of energy is correct, where does the energy that supports the expansion of the universe come from? According to this question, modern physics proposes the concept of dark matter and dark energy. It does not generate electromagnetic waves, cannot be perceived, and cannot be measured. , the law of gravitation calculates that they account for 96% of the mass of the universe, and the remaining 4% is what humans can recognize now."
"Many unexplainable phenomena are attributed to dark matter, such as meridians in traditional Chinese medicine, mind power, and ghosts. There are many discussions in this field abroad, but it is obviously blocked in China, and it is difficult to find." Yin Zhou spread his hands.
Lin Yan nodded, this was a bit like a science fiction novel he had read.
"The second type?"
"The second is attributed to electromagnetic waves. The environment of the deceased is not conducive to the attenuation of electromagnetic waves. The powerful thoughts of the deceased formed a unique energy field. If a person's own frequency is similar to it, walking into this field will cause resonance. , so that the waveform of the original ghost is greatly strengthened, so that the two perceive each other."
Lin Yan was stunned for a long time: "You mean that I... resonate with that ghost?"
Yin Zhou said it was possible indifferently, and then leaned over and smiled mysteriously: "Do you know how to explain love at first sight in the field of electromagnetism?"
Lin Yan's heart moved.
"It's resonance, it's the same for men and women."
Yin Zhou sighed: "I don't want to fall in love after being a technical house for a long time, it's boring, it's like being possessed by a ghost."
The car moved at a slow speed all the way, and finally got off the third ring road after being stuck for three hours. Lin Yan turned on the navigation, stepped on the accelerator and galloped all the way towards the destination.
He has always felt that love is like a ghost, and he said he didn't believe it. Only he knew the panic and astonishment when he really met, but he really never imagined that ghosts are also like love, triggered by a specific reason in a specific environment, and dragged forcibly Into the abyss, from now on can't escape but can't hide.
"Have you come into contact with anything special recently, or have you been to any special place?"
Lin Yan thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "No, every day the study room, tutor's office, library, home, cafeteria, there are no other places, but I have come into contact with a lot of things, from various dynasties."
Yin Zhou rolled up the stack of documents in his hand, put them back into the backpack regardless of Lin Yan's contemptuous eyes, and closed the buckle with a click.
"It's unlikely. Electromagnetic waves have already attenuated in objects as small as a little bit. If the Maoshan technique is still possible."
A thought suddenly flashed through Lin Yan's mind.
"There is a very special place... Last month, the old man at home helped me arrange an internship position in the archaeological team. It is a tomb with a small size. I came back in less than a week."
Yin Zhou's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "There's something going on, I'll check it out when I go back... oh fuck!"
Lin Yan slammed on the brakes, Yin Zhou's head slammed into the windshield with a bang, and he wailed in pain.
"What are you doing?! Sudden braking on the main road will kill you, what should you do if you hit the rear end!"
Lin Yan looked at the empty windshield in surprise, pulled over the car, and turned to Yin Zhou, his face changed.
"You... didn't you see it just now?"
"What!" Yin Zhou took off his crooked glasses, tried hard to break them back to their original shape, and couldn't help complaining angrily.
"A hand...reached down from the roof of the car."
Yin Zhou froze, carefully looked up at the window glass, a truck came up from behind, bypassed their car and drove forward.
Lin Yan was too scared to speak for a moment, he remembered that a stiff hand slapped the windshield from the roof of the car just now, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. The Sixth Ring Road was full of vehicles and speeding trucks or tankers. He opened his mouth and looked at Yin Zhou, and the other party immediately understood his thoughts. Yin Zhou took a deep breath and hesitated: "Then Thing... this is killing people."
Lin Yan shook his head. He always felt that there was something wrong with the recent events, but he couldn't tell for a while.
The car drove away from the city in a blink of an eye, and the continuous poplar trees and green fields of different shades in the suburbs relaxed the tense nerves of the two people in the car. Lin Yan rolled down the window, and the air mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants poured in. In the car, the smell of pancakes, fruits and scallions that has been stuffy all morning is gone.
After traveling more than half of the crooked route on the navigator, the car turned on a rough path paved with gravel. The surrounding buildings were replaced by independent bungalows and small farmyards. Yellow dogs squatted on the steps and stretched their necks. Hens gathered lazily in groups of three or four. From time to time, a majestic white goose slipped by on the path. . Lin Yan slowed down, stared at the map displayed on the navigation, and cast a distrustful glance at Yin Zhou.
"If you go any further, you'll be entering the village. Did your mother introduce a reclusive expert to us?"
Yin Zhou leaned over to study for a while, then turned his head to look out the window in confusion, just passing by a yellow mud one-story house with faded couplets on the door, the old man lost only two front teeth, and was hunched over to watch the excitement . Yin Zhou scratched his head in doubt: "The address my mother gave is at the head of this village, and she said it's amazing. Let me buy some gifts and bring them with me. I can't come empty-handed."
So as a show of respect, Lin Yan stopped the car when passing by the market, and bought two... bastards according to Yin Zhou's suggestion.
"Are you sure you didn't send this thing to scold people?" Lin Yan looked left and right embarrassedly, and walked back with a live turtle in one hand. Yin Zhou cheerfully pointed at the turtle's head and said, "What do you know?" , Their psychic masters rely on this thing to make up their bodies, and follow my instructions."
Lin Yan threw the two bastards into the trunk, took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Yin Zhou, and opened a bottle for himself to take a few sips.
The cicadas blew one after another in the countryside, and the green wheat ears were eared, creating a scene of peace and prosperity.
Not far away, a few children dressed in red and green were squatting on the ground playing cards. Lin Yan asked Yin Zhou: "What did your mother call the expert we are looking for? I'll go find out."
I couldn't help imagining a scene of bamboo huts and hanging veils in my mind. The old man in white clothes stroked his beard and smiled slightly. He and Yin Zhou knelt forward on one knee, clasped their fists and said, "Master, please guide me!"
Yin Zhou took out a note from his pocket, looked at it carefully, and said blankly, "Second Fairy."
Before Lin Yan had time to swallow, all the water spewed out.
"Ahem... that's enough."
In a small courtyard in the northeast corner of the village, Lin Yan and Yin Zhou found the legendary Erxiangu's house. When Lin Yan saw the fairy's face from outside the door, the regret in his heart was like a torrent of river, and he saw the black hole. There is a long table in the room enshrining some kind of god. The grandmother in blue calico sits cross-legged on the futon with her eyes closed and rests, with a red cloth strip tied in front of her forehead imposingly.
"This posture is comparable to that of a great dancer!" Yin Zhou pointed to the situation in the room and couldn't help muttering.
"Come on, this was introduced by your mother, we have to save face." Lin Yan said awkwardly.
"what to do?"
"Let's take a look first, maybe the real person doesn't show his face."
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou walked in, and when they heard the movement, the aunt Xiangu raised her eyelids slightly, and hummed through her nose indifferently.
"Heh cough..." Yin Zhou didn't hold back his laughter, and quickly covered it up with a cough.
What happened afterwards was a complete farce. After receiving the bullshit and the two hundred yuan brought by Lin Yan, Xiangu regained her spirits, offered incense and worshiped the gods, took a bowl of clear water and poured it on Lin Yan while muttering, surrounded Lin Yan turned around more than ten times and finally opened his eyes suddenly. Lin Yan was so frightened by her that he was so shocked that he could only shout "Hey! I saw it!"
"There's a little girl standing behind you!"
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou looked at each other in blank dismay, each holding back their internal wounds.
"Oh, this girl died so badly. She said she was locked up and couldn't be reincarnated. She didn't have money to buy clothes, and she didn't have money to take care of the little ghost judge. That's why she pestered you..."
"Wait, I'll ask her how to resolve it..."
The fairy girl closed her eyes and began to sing the lyrics. Lin Yan pointed at Yin Zhou's door and said with her mouth, "Smear the soles of your feet and run away. What are you waiting for?"
After reading a long series of words, I opened my eyes to see, how could there be two people in the room
Xiangu had no choice but to touch the newly collected two hundred yuan and shook her head, muttering that the young people these days are really impatient, and then staggered to pack up her things.
When carrying bastard, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.