At this time, in a certain family's home in Stilland's Mi Town, the little boy Xiao Li spoke of was nestling in the soft quilt at home. He was curled up all over, and buried his head with the whole quilt, as if he was afraid of something, and his body kept shaking lightly.
His name is Xu Jiaheng, and it is he who appears in the vision of the reincarnators as the character in the opening CG.
At the beginning, Xu Jiaheng didn't care about the so-called "rules" at all, and he calmly walked into the toilet to urinate.
He didn't close the door at all when he went to the toilet. He left the door open and started to urinate, but before he had time to pull up his pants after urinating, the compartment door suddenly slammed and closed heavily.
Xu Jiaheng was not mentally prepared, was startled by the sound, and accidentally spilled a few drops of urine on his pants.
"Damn, the wind blows."
Xu Jiaheng still didn't think about the ghost, he just said that the wind was blowing over and closed the door.
In reality, however, if he had noticed, it would have been easy to see that the window in the toilet was closed. There will be no wind at all.
After Xu Jiaheng finished using the toilet, he suddenly didn't want to go back.
After all, it was the time for him to be rebellious, and since he had already broken the "rules", he might as well be a little more thorough and simply escape from here to play. He doesn't believe in those weird and chaotic things. He feels that the only thing to worry about is not to let the school teachers know about it. At present, only his neighbor and tablemate Sun Mei saw that he escaped. He believed that the other party would not betray him.
There was no one to handle the door of this building. He bent over, tiptoed and jumped over from the door of the room he had come from. Seeing that there was no one around, he slipped out happily.
Walking alone on the street, the excitement of doing "bad things" made him feel extremely happy.
Xu Jiaheng took out the only steel peg in his pocket, happily bought an ice cream in the supermarket, and then ran to the only basketball court in town to watch others play.
At this time, most of the people on the basketball court are homeless people. Xu Jiaheng often sees them blackmailing children on the way from school. Usually, he deliberately avoids them, but watching them play ball and collide with each other is still quite good ornamental.
Before he knew it, it was already dark, and it was time for his parents to close the shop.
Xu Jiaheng looked at his watch, didn't dare to delay, and quickly jumped off his seat in the auditorium, ready to leave.
However, when he wanted to leave, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a strange person standing in the distance. That person was wearing a very high strange hat and put his hands in his pockets, because he couldn't see his face from a distance. , but the strange thing is that instead of looking at the court, he looked at Xu Jiaheng's side.
Xu Jiaheng was a little strange to him. He subconsciously looked behind him, but found no one else.
He scratched his head and didn't think much about it. Seeing that it was getting late, he hurriedly got stuck and went home.
His family lived in the back of the car repair shop. It was a small three-storey house. Because he needed quietness in his studies, and he wanted to be concealed, Xu Jiaheng lived in the attic on the third floor. There was a The roof window, the attic is very large, and the entire third floor is his site.
Xu Jiaheng's mother didn't notice anything unusual on his body. Seeing that he came back at this point, she thought he was going home normally, and complained a couple of times about the dirt in his nails on his cheeks, and told him to wash his face and wash his hands before eating.
Xu Jiaheng nodded in agreement, and did not dare to reply. The sink in his house was outside the front door where the car was being repaired. He dashed out, turned on the faucet, and started flushing.
However, just at this time, the person on the basketball court appeared in the distance again, with the same dress and the same eyes, always looking in the direction of Xu Jiaheng.
Such a weird outfit and gloomy eyes made him start to shiver. After staring blankly at the man for a while, a cold wind suddenly blew through, causing the whole person to shiver. He turned his head and shouted, "Mom!"
No one answered the first sound, and after the second sound, his mother impatiently came out with a shovel: "What is it called, it's so late, it's like a soul-sucking."
However, Xu Jiaheng ignored her scolding, and just shivered and stretched out a finger to point in the direction where the man just now appeared: "He followed me—"
But before he finished speaking, he realized that the man had disappeared.
"Who is it? Why didn't I see anyone? You are suspicious every day." His mother was concerned about the food in the pot, and after a few more glances, there was still no one, but looking at Xu Jiaheng's panicked expression, he hesitated. " Come in as soon as you finish washing your hands, don't delay, if you have something to do, let your dad take you to school."
Xu Jiaheng was still worried, but seeing that there was nothing strange there, he finally didn't make a sound, just did what the fuck he said, ate dinner, and went back to his room.
Although there were activities in the afternoon at school, the teacher still left a lot of homework. He put the most troublesome mathematics first, spread out the workbooks and books, and started to struggle.
"Hengheng, eat fruit." When he was doing his homework, a fucking voice sounded from behind.
Xu Jiaheng was writing quickly, but he didn't lift his head: "Let's put it outside, I'll come down and get it later."
"It's not good, it's better... It's better to hand it over to you," he said.
It's really annoying. Don't let people finish their homework all at once. You know that once he stops, he will really want to play for a while and then resume.
Xu Jiaheng threw down the pen with a slap, and turned his head to take the fruit plate from his mother's hand, but this turn made him stunned on the spot.
His mother, originally a petite woman, was 1.6 meters tall, not much taller than him.
But the person standing at the door now is very tall, his head is almost against the ceiling, and he needs to tilt his head to avoid being caught by the door frame.
The "mother" at the door held a plate of cut apples in her hand, and urged, "What's the matter, why don't you come and take it?"
Xu Jiaheng didn't know how to react anymore, his limp legs fell from the chair: "You... you... "
You are not my mother! who are you? !
His mother sneered: "What are you, you are so funny? Why don't you come over quickly? What the hell?"
What the hell!
Of course Xu Jiaheng didn't dare to go over. He fell on the buttocks and couldn't get up. His mind was blank, and he didn't even have the time to scream.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
The doorbell of the downstairs door rang just right at this time. His mother looked back downstairs and put the fruit plate in her hand on the small partition of the entrance: "Who is it? Come here at this time? I'll go downstairs to see. Look, take it yourself."
It wasn't until her back disappeared under the stairs that Xu Jiaheng felt alive. He didn't know how he climbed to the door. He didn't go to get the fruit bowl, but locked the door to prevent anyone from coming in again.
The sound of the conversation downstairs came into his ears through the door panel. It seemed that the person who came was a young man, a strange voice. After a few fucking words, he closed the door.
Xu Jiaheng remembered the appearance of his mother just now, and he still had feelings for him. At this time, it was not his turn to believe—
That "rule" is true!
Just break it and you'll be revenge by bad luck...
What should I do? This one downstairs is definitely not his mother, what should he do, where the fuck is he
Xu Jiaheng's mind was in chaos. He took out his mobile phone tremblingly, wanting to discuss with his classmates or call the police directly, but at this time, there was a sound of something knocking from the window.
The sound was dull and continuous, it didn't sound like a pebble, it was more like the constant pounding of something, but he lived on the third floor!
At this time, Xu Jiaheng was leaning against the door, facing the window, without drawing the curtains.
So all he had to do was squint his eyes and he could see directly what was knocking on the window, it wasn't a hand, it wasn't a long pole, it was a tuft of hair.
The tuft of hair was very long, and it circled under the eaves spiritually, and the curly ends were rhythmically knocking against the window.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Xu Jiaheng couldn't take it anymore, he rolled his eyes, only to feel that the whole world was spinning.
He also thought that he would faint from fright, but the truth is, with this sound, his body suddenly shook, and he raised his head in front of the desk!
Xu Jiaheng found that he had just fallen asleep in front of the desk, and there were still red marks left on his face from sleeping on his stomach.
Just... Everything that happened just now was a dream
Xu Jiaheng rubbed his cheeks.
Great! He knew that there were no such mysterious things in reality, obviously there were no ghosts, it must be the dead girl Sun Mei who told him too many ghost stories, causing him to have nightmares!
Xu Jiaheng happily wanted to stand up and cheer, but when he raised his head, he was facing the clump of hair that was nowhere to be placed outside the window.
The owner of the hair strands seemed dissatisfied that he ignored him, increased the number of strands of hair, and at the same time increased the force of the percussion: "Dong, dong, dong!"
This time, the strand of hair also carried a small note, which was written in upright block letters:
[I'm here to help you, let me in.]
It's well-written, but who the hell would believe it? The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the rooster, and the black-haired person sends a letter, uneasy and kind!
And this living hair is still knocking on the window... It's not a dream? !
Under the sudden blow of great joy and great sorrow, Xu Jiaheng's heart could not bear it, his eyes were white, his consciousness was blurred, and he fainted directly.
While Xu Jiaheng fainted, Xiao Li, who was waiting downstairs, had no choice but to go back first.
It's not that he didn't think about forcing in, but he was told by the little boy's mother just now that he had nothing to do with such women, so he had to give up temporarily.
Hearing Xiao Li recalling this, Wen Wenwen couldn't help but interrupt: "You didn't let your Tanli see what's going on inside the window?"
Xiao Li: "Finally, I asked her to go up to see it in person. She said that the little boy fell asleep."
Wen Wenwen tried to simulate the scene at that time in his mind, and took a deep breath: "...Are you sure they weren't frightened and fainted by you?"
"How could it be?" Xiao Li frowned slightly, denying Wen Wenwen's assumption, "I wrote a very friendly note at the time and asked it to be sent."
According to the thinking of normal human beings, if he really saw a ghost, he should be happy to open the window to greet him when he suddenly saw such a note in a helpless situation.
Wen Wenwen: "..."
Although there is no evidence, he always feels that something is not right, and even his chest is full of desire to complain, but he doesn't know where to start.