Death is not scary. What is scary is being forgotten.
Sun Qiu is dead, and has been dead for a long time, but his classmates don’t know, his teachers don’t know, and even he himself doesn’t know. Driven by this inertia, he seems to be still "alive".
However,
This kind of living is a very sad and pitiful thing.
Just think about it, your life, your lifetime, your daily trajectory, with or without your consciousness, is actually the same.
So, if we put aside the superficial appearances, how much meaning is left in your life
Zhou Ze remembered an incident that had occurred in Hong Kong before. It was quite famous on the Internet and was often compiled as one of the top ten or eight supernatural events in Hong Kong.
It tells the story of a restaurant delivery man who went to deliver food. He heard the sound of mahjong playing inside while standing outside the door. However, after knocking on the door, he found that the four mahjong players inside had been dead for a long time.
This is a typical example.
"Boss, he is dead. What should we do?" the old Taoist asked.
Because it is very rare for a living person to see a ghost.
But if it is a dead person seeing a ghost, it is not surprising. It is as common as fellow villagers meeting each other with tears in their eyes.
Moreover, Sun Qiu’s death was most likely not caused by a ghost. In the story he told, he was probably already dead at the time, so he just saw some strange phenomena.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The problem now was that he couldn't be sure of the time of Sun Qiu's death, which meant he couldn't be sure whether Sun Qiu died of a natural accident or was killed by a ghost.
As for Sun Qiu's incomplete soul, there are actually many possibilities. It is not necessarily that he is controlled by a more powerful ghost.
"Let's go down and ask first, ask the dormitory managers."
Since Sun Qiu is now a "high-level mentally retarded person", a lot of information has been disconnected and cannot be continued, so we can only look for a breakthrough from other places.
In short, what Zhou Ze needs is a ghost. Since Sun Qiu can't catch it, then he can catch the soul of the dormitory manager, which is the same.
It's like, a sow who has been in the military camp for three years is as good as Diao Chan.
After going down the stairs, I came to the dormitory management office on the first floor. There were two middle-aged men still talking there. The other men who had been there before had either gone off work or were probably searching for "prey".
This time, Zhou Ze and the old Taoist finally caught their attention.
"What are you doing!?"
One of the guys with short flat heads pointed directly at Zhou Ze and asked.
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. This time, he did not let the old Taoist ask, but spoke up himself:
"Let me ask you something. Did someone die in your dormitory recently?"
As soon as Zhou Ze finished speaking, the expressions of the two dormitory managers suddenly changed.
"Are you a policeman or something?" asked the guy with the flat head.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
“Is that a student’s parent?”
Zhou Ze shook his head again.
"Then why are you asking so many questions? This is a school. If you are not related to me, please leave." The guy with the flat head came over and pushed Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist, and his little finger nail grew out and directly touched the other person's skin.
“Hiss…”
The guy with the flat head fell to his knees on the ground, his face twisted and obviously in great pain.
When the other dormitory teacher saw this scene, he didn't back down and rushed over directly.
"I am here to protect you!"
The Taoist priest took the initiative to rush over at this time. After a collision of shoulders, the Taoist priest threw the opponent to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. The dormitory manager almost suffocated.
The old Taoist actually knows some martial arts. He seems to be the least noticeable person in the bookstore, but compared with ghosts, zombies, and ordinary people, he is not afraid.
"Go ahead."
Zhou Ze dragged over a chair, sat down, and asked the other party to kneel in front of him.
The short-haired man looked at Zhou Ze with a look of terror in his eyes, but he did not answer Zhou Ze's question. Instead, he asked, "Who are you and what are you going to do... Ah ah!"
Zhou Ze's nails touched the short-headed man's skin again. At the same time, Zhou Ze lifted up the man's clothes and covered his mouth, making him unable to scream.
"You can scream even if your throat is hoarse, but no one will respond to you."
The old Taoist priest gloated at the side.
"Whatever I ask, you answer."
Boss Zhou has been worried about that 1% performance for a long time, and he really doesn't want to talk any more with irrelevant people.
"Has a dorm supervisor died recently?"
Xiao Ping had such a headache that tears and snot came out. This time he was really scared and nodded immediately:
"Yes, there is one. He passed away last month in an accident. His name is Wang Baogang."
"How did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.
"He jumped off a building. He died by jumping off a building. He jumped from the dormitory building and landed on his head. He died instantly."
"Oh, does he have any special hobbies, such as wearing leather shoes?"
Generally speaking, it is normal for adults to wear leather shoes, especially in some workplaces, but this is a school. The dormitory supervisor is a teacher to put it nicely, but in fact, he is just some young and strong men hired by the school to act as "thugs", which has nothing to do with teachers.
One of the two people in the room was still wearing slippers, and the other was only wearing sneakers. It was actually quite unusual for them to wear leather shoes and come to the dormitory building to check on the rooms.
"Yes, he likes to wear leather shoes and suits. We used to laugh at him for thinking he really thought of himself as a teacher. He would always come here to work in full suit."
"Where did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.
"It's in the flowerbed in front of this building." The crew-haired guy pointed and said, "His room is on the first floor. He and I used to live in the same room, but after he got into trouble, I moved out and lived with someone else."
Zhou Ze nodded, "Take me to his room."
Taking the guy with the crew cut, we entered a dormitory, which had the same layout as a student dormitory, but there were no bunk beds, only a big bed and sockets.
"Did no one take his things?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No, he only has one sister who lives in another city. When he died, the school notified her and she came. Then the school paid compensation for the work-related injury and she didn't cause any trouble. She left after the funeral was handled and they didn't plan to take his things away."
Zhou Ze nodded. There were still some clothes in the closet, and most importantly, under the bedside table, there were two pairs of leather shoes.
"These are the leather shoes he usually wears," explained the man with the flat head.
Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the leather shoes, picked up one of them, and touched the sole. There was some mud that had not completely dried yet.
The dormitory is very humid, especially the corridor.
Generally speaking, the soles of the dormitory supervisor's shoes tend to get wet when he or she is making room inspections. But according to what the guy with the flat head said, this man named Wang Baogang died last month, and his shoes should have been left here all the time. How could they have gotten wet
"Why did Wang Baogang jump off the building?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I don't know about that." The crew-haired guy shook his head. "He didn't seem to be upset. Everything was normal that night. He took the key chain and went to check the room."
Zhou Ze looked around, searching.
You know, no matter whether it was Wang Baogang's soul that killed Sun Qiu, at least one thing can be proved, that is, Wang Baogang's soul is still wandering in this dormitory building.
"Go ahead and call the police." Zhou Ze said.
The guy with the flat head was stunned for a moment, then backed out of the room. As for whether he would call the police, Zhou Ze was really not worried.
Afterwards, Zhou Ze was the only one left in the room. The nails on Zhou Ze's right hand grew out completely, and a ball of black air surrounded his palm. Then, Zhou Ze touched the tiles with his fingertips, and the black air flowed into the tiles.
Not long after,
Starting from where the shoes were placed on the bedside table, black footprints emerged that only Zhou Ze could see, and the footprints continued to extend outward.
Zhou Ze opened the dormitory door and walked up along the footprints.
Go upstairs,
Footprints kept shuttling back and forth in the corridor.
At the door of the student dormitory, sometimes things are complicated and the depth of the matter varies.
This means that even if Wang Baogang died, he would still be doing his job as a dormitory supervisor.
He was still checking the dormitories, still watching the students, and still checking whether the students went to bed. Late at night, he would wander around the corridor and stand at the door for a long time, waiting for a long time.
He is dead.
So he has a lot of time.
You can focus better on your work.
The students in the dormitory don’t know that on the one hand, they have to compete wits and courage with the living dormitory supervisor, on the other hand, they have to face the gaze from a ghost!
Suddenly, Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that the black footprints were most densely packed outside a dormitory door at the end of the corridor.
This means that Wang Baogang had been lingering here for a very long time, and one can even see his entanglement and hesitation from his footprints.
Zhou Ze walked to the door of the dormitory and was somewhat surprised to see a white note with "utility room" written on it, which meant that the dormitory was abandoned and no students lived here.
Zhou Ze reached out to open the door, but it was locked. He dug his fingernails into it and applied a little force. The lock was pried open, but Zhou Ze still walked in.
The bed in the dormitory was empty, with a lot of miscellaneous items such as mops and brooms piled underneath, which seemed to be nothing special.
But Zhou Ze knew that since Wang Baogang had been struggling here for so long, there must be something special here.
Zhou Ze sat down on the dusty bed, and the bed made a creaking sound.
night,
Very quiet.
Some are unnaturally quiet.
Slowly, Zhou Ze's vision began to become blurry. He stood up suddenly, and the blurry feeling disappeared instantly. As a ghost messenger, he could not sleep normally.
Sometimes, Zhou Ze felt that this was a kind of torture, but then he slowly discovered that being unable to sleep normally might also be a guarantee that the ghost catcher would not be affected by ghosts.
“Gulp… Gulp…”
“Gulp… Gulp…”
Below, there was the sound of gushing spring water, and a strong smell of blood was heard all around.
Zhou Ze began to retreat slowly, however, when he turned around, he found that the door he came in through had turned into a wall.
In the basement of this bedroom,
Bright red blood began to spread.
In the distance, it seemed as if a sea of blood was rolling in, and a wave came roaring, instantly submerging the entire dormitory.
“Gulp… Gulp…”
Zhou Ze was completely immersed in blood, and everything around him was covered with a dark red luster, which made Zhou Ze feel like the first time he walked into the pool of water from the underworld.
At this time, there was a "tick-tick" sound from outside the wall.
It was like someone wearing leather shoes, walking slowly towards me.
He began to get closer and closer.
Then he walked to a place separated from Zhou Ze by a wall.
He knocked on the wall.
He said in a deep voice:
"Lights out, turn off the lights!"
“Bang!”
It seemed as if a ball of black ink was spreading wildly in the blood.
The originally bright red color instantly turned into a dark and gloomy color.
It's like,
lamp,
Closed...