The class in the early morning only had a hypnotic effect, and all the sentences became the same tune, and then there was only a buzzing sound left.
Lin Yan leaned on the table with his elbows, rested his chin, and nodded violently from time to time.
"Student's shirt, made of jade-colored silk, with wide sleeves and soap borders, soap strips and soft towels hanging..."
"Anyone who raises a prisoner will not be subject to..."
In the middle of the night, the city was immersed in sleep, and there was no light in sight. Lin Yan drove the car from the residential area to the main road, and the night wind came in, blowing the hair on his forehead.
A person appeared silently in the middle of the road.
Lin Yan took a deep breath, he was too close to dodge, he subconsciously slammed on the brakes, "Squeak—"
The huge inertia made him rush forward, constantly praying in his mind that no accidents should happen, and when he looked up again, he saw the front of the car stopped less than two meters away from the person, but the person stood upright as if invisible, No intention of leaving at all. This buddy is dying? Lin Yan stroked his chest, and flashed the car lights twice to signal passers-by to get out of the way. When he saw the figure of that person clearly, Lin Yan's head buzzed.
That person's feet are reversed, with the heel facing forward and the toes pointing backward.
He slowly raised his head towards Lin Yan. The half-flesh and half-bone skeleton was covered by the hood. More than half of his lips were rotten, revealing two rows of crooked white teeth. ringing in my ears...
Lin Yan's whole body trembled, and he woke up suddenly.
"In the early Ming Dynasty, the color of skirts tended to be lighter; during the Chongzhen period, white skirts were advocated. There were one or two inches of embroidered edges on the skirt...
"At the end of the Ming Dynasty, it developed into eight or ten panels. Skirt pleats were very popular, with fine pleats and large pleats..."
During the day, the human voice.
...was a nightmare
Lin Yan recovered from the intense heart palpitations and took a few breaths, but his heart couldn't stop beating.
While he was restless, a cold hand gently stroked his hair, and it rested on the nape of his neck as if to comfort him, but it disappeared in an instant. Lin Yan froze, the anger of being violated at any time and the state of constant mental tension made people feel depressed, an unknown fire rose up in the chaos, met ghosts at night, dreamed of ghosts during the day, endless? With a wave of his hand, he threw the textbook out with all his strength, stood up with a slap on the table, and shouted: "Don't play this f*cking game again! I'm in a hurry and I will fight you hard!"
Books flew over the tables and chairs in the front row, and the papers in the books scattered all over the floor like snow, causing an uproar in the audience. Lin Yan stood blankly, and it took him a while to fully wake up from the confusion. He looked around and wanted to die. He saw hundreds of people in the classroom staring back at him collectively. The teacher of Ming clothing research class stood on the podium, looking at Lin Yan with disgust.
"This classmate sits down first. If you have any questions, you can come to me after class to discuss it. It's okay to work hard. The teacher is an old bone, and he can't play with you young people."
The rustling whispers turned into loud laughter, Lin Yan blushed and trotted all the way to pick up the textbook, bowed to the teacher and returned to his original position.
Last night, I was frightened by ghosts for most of the night. I only squinted for a while when it was almost dawn. I finally caught up with the morning class. I didn’t expect to hear that half of them fell asleep in a daze, and there was such a big embarrassment.
My face is still hot.
Just as he was thinking, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and a text message popped up, Yin Zhou sent: "Is it safe last night?"
Lin Yan regained his composure, and quickly went back: "I'm still alive, I should be fine before July 15th." His fingers crackled on the keyboard: "I found something new on the supernatural forum, and we meet and chat at the entrance of the cafeteria at noon. "
On the Jiazi day of the Wushen month, the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the yang qi is weak, the yin qi is extremely strong, and the gate of hell is wide open.
Lin Yan shrugged and stretched his shoulders on the table, scribbling on the notebook while pondering, unconsciously scribbling the incantation of death all over the paper: "Death in the light, death in the dark, death injustice, creditors and enemies, begging for life Erlang..." He has never even killed a chicken, why did this ghost take a fancy to him? Lin Yan resentfully poked small holes in the paper with the pen tip.
The two big classes ended and it was time for dinner. Lin Yan packed up his things indiscriminately, picked up his bag and rushed to the cafeteria. He turned to the left when he went out, and bumped into the person opposite him firmly. The tip of his nose touched his forehead. come out.
I didn't even look at the almanac when I went out today.
Lin Yan covered his nose and breathed in hissingly, but the man stood there without making a sound, opened his eyes and took a closer look, and bumped into a strange Taoist priest who had just come out of the department.
Short, thin, pale and weak, wearing a strange navy blue homespun clothes, shoulders collapsed under the weight of a schoolbag, and the whole person is so listless that it makes people want to yawn at a glance.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry to eat, so I didn't see you." Lin Yan apologized embarrassedly. The man didn't seem to be listening to him at all, his eyes went straight over Lin Yan's shoulders, focused on a certain direction behind him, stared at it for a while, and then grinned.
"Yin, Yin Qi is too heavy, be careful, be careful."
After speaking, he let out a soft "ah" as if he had just woken up from sleepwalking, and floated past Lin Yan lightly.
"This buddy fell ill again?" The boy following Lin Yan poked Lin Yan's arm and said in disbelief.
Lin Yan shook his head, and rushed down the stairs with his bag.
It was raining lightly, and the entire campus was wet. The students who were going to eat held their umbrellas to cover their heads, and looked like a large field of colorful mushrooms from a distance. Lin Yan walked through the puddle on a simple passage paved with a few bricks, and at a glance he saw Yin Zhou who was looking around like a bird at the entrance of the cafeteria. Just hanging on the forehead: the seven-dimensional space.
People coming and going couldn't help but glance at him.
Lin Yan stepped across the stagnant water under the steps in two big strides, and patted Yin Zhou on the shoulder: "Why are you in such a bad state like me?"
Yin Zhou was a little confused, and it took him a long time to recover and look at Lin Yan: "Second Fairy is dead."
"My mother just called and told us to go to the police station."
Lin Yan's expression froze all of a sudden.
When the policeman on duty led Lin Yan and Yin Zhou into the morgue and uncovered the white cloth on Er Xiangu's face, Lin Yan took two steps back in shock, and Yin Zhou couldn't stop retching. The distorted face, the canthus is completely cracked, the eyeballs are almost bursting out of the eye sockets, the black hole-like mouth is wide open, and the face is covered with nail scratches. It seems that he has witnessed something extremely terrifying before death. The most disgusting thing was that the skin from her face to her neck was covered with dense gaps, as if it had been eaten by insects and ants. It was only because of the contours of her face that people could barely recognize her as the grandma who was pretending to be a ghost in front of them yesterday.
Lin Yan covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress the urge to vomit, while waving his hands vigorously to ask the policeman to put down the white sheet.
"It's this person?"
Lin Yan nodded, and unconsciously took a few steps back.
"He died in the middle of the night yesterday. He was bitten by some insect on his face and is still investigating." The policeman said lightly, and looked at Lin Yan and his expression with disdain: "Are you two okay? We are used to it, dead people, Can see where to go."
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou, as Er Xiangu's last two customers, were asked to stay at the police station to assist in the investigation. The interrogators took them to record statements and fill out the forms. The police officers shuttled back and forth between the two interrogation rooms with folders. While walking, he muttered: "College students still believe this, and they have been reading books in dogs' stomachs for so many years."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the autopsy report from the hospital was sent to the police station. Er Xiangu died of myocardial infarction, which was a normal death caused by a disease. There are a lot of catecholamines in the blood, the cardiomyocytes are damaged, mixed with rose-colored erythema, a common way of death for patients with cardiovascular disease, there are many cockroaches in the countryside, and they are eaten overnight.
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou were taken out of the interrogation room, and each of them closed the case with their fingerprints on the records. The policeman on duty sent them out. Seeing that the superior was not there, he shook his head and said to Lin Yan in a low voice: "The report said that I was severely injured. To put it bluntly, I was scared to death. When I was a child, I heard people in the village say that this kind of person will end badly, and dealing with ghosts and gods will cause too much damage to their morality and shorten their lifespan."
When he came out of the police station, the light rain was still falling, and there were few people on the street. Lin Yan's face was blue, and he couldn't stop shaking from head to toe. When he passed by a convenience store, he bought a pack of cigarettes and sat side by side with Yin Zhou on the curb. . The scene of Er Xiangu's death was lingering in front of his eyes. Lin Yan wiped the rainwater off his face and said with his lips shaking, "Do you think...that thing did it?"
Yin Zhou was silent. "He came again last night, he seemed very angry." Lin Yan buried his face in his hands and struggled and said, "It would be good if we didn't look for her yesterday."
"You have also seen Xiangu's appearance, that thing is completely inhuman."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around, his voice suddenly raised his voice: "Just because no one can see him, you can kill people casually? That's a human, a living life, if you say no, it's gone, you fucking don't care Where did I offend you, you came at me, what is it to take revenge on others?!"
Crazy, perverted, totally unreasonable, Lin Yan said hoarsely, "Ghosts have also been human beings, didn't you know what conscience is when you were human! Why didn't you come out? Brother, I'm waiting to die, if you have the guts, come out now, wait What July 15th, let's end it!"
The roads in the towns and villages come and go, and the faces behind every window glass have a similar indifference. No one knows that in the village in the northwest corner of the city, a grandma who was abducted and abducted for a small life died. The death was inexplicable. Like gently crushing an ant. Damn it! Who will believe it? Lin Yan recalled the experience of last night. He originally thought that such a gentle kiss at least showed that the monster still had a trace of human conscience. He even sympathized with his paranoia from the bottom of his heart, but now? The witch couldn't see his existence at all. What did she do wrong? Lin Yan shouted in despair, what did I do wrong!
"The next one may be my turn, my parents, or it may be your turn..." Lin Yan stifled the cigarette vigorously, with a look of ruthlessness in his eyes: "I originally wanted to build a dojo for him, but now I change my mind." gone."
"He can come to claim his life, but I want him to kill for his life!"