"Until now, I just realized that I have nothing but the cold eight-digit number in my bank card." Cheng Yuliu took the last puff of cigarette, her expression blurred.
This should have been a tragic story, but for some reason, when Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo heard her words, they both felt that she was a little ill-fated.
"And then? Is the person who died in the funeral home related to you?" Lin Banxia tried to get rid of the erosion of capitalism, and asked, "And my colleagues—"
"Colleague? Your colleague named Liu Xi?" Cheng Yuliu smiled with great interest, full of malice in the smile, "But don't wrong me, although I'm not a good person, I won't kill people on purpose. , it's just that person is unlucky." She giggled.
Lin Banxia frowned, Song Qingluo said softly, "After this incident, did you make another wish?"
Cheng Yuliu said coldly: "Yes, after I made one mistake, I made another mistake, and I made another wish to my shadow."
"What wish?" Song Qingluo asked.
"I hope they can come back to me." Cheng Yuliu said, "I said to my shadow."
"I hope they come back to me." Cheng Yuliu, who was close to collapse, made this wish when she was in a state of confusion. When she saw the pile of fused corpses, her whole body felt In the dark room where her spirit had completely collapsed, Cheng Yuliu seemed to grab the last grass on the edge of the swamp. Under the flickering candlelight, her fingers scratched the faint reflection printed on the floor, and she said desperately. This sentence.
The shadow flickered suddenly, like a candle that was about to burn out, the familiar voice sounded behind the woman again, her lips were beside her ear, and she whispered softly, she said, "Okay."
The dream came true again.
Cheng Yuliu's dead relatives are back.
That morning, Cheng Yuliu heard a long-lost knock on the door. After making her wish the day before, she rushed to the door in surprise and opened it. The next moment, she saw her husband, children, and in-laws-they came back, but in the form of corpses.
Cheng Yuliu still can't remember the memory of that morning. By the time she is conscious, it will be the next morning. She was dazedly lowering her head to clean the blood stains under the refrigerator. The empty refrigerator was filled with dark liquid, which flowed all the way down the refrigerator, forming a disgusting scarlet water stain on the ground.
But Cheng Yuliu was no longer afraid. She numbly cleaned the floor and hummed the children's favorite children's song before going to bed.
The corpses were still squirming, making a disgusting sticky sound, and Cheng Yuliu's nerves were completely defeated by the fear, and could no longer respond. She quietly cleaned the floor, closed the door of the refrigerator, walked slowly to the center of the living room, and lit another candle.
The faint candlelight illuminated Cheng Yuliu's face. She lowered her head, trying to find the last support for her soul.
But she was disappointed. There was nothing under her body, not even darkness was left.
Cheng Yuliu's shadow disappeared.
When she said this, Lin Banxia glanced down at the floor, and sure enough, there were only two reflections left on the floor, and Cheng Yuliu's shadow disappeared.
Cheng Yuliu smiled and said, "See, I didn't lie."
Lin Banxia said: "So you have made so many bad wishes, why do you continue to look for shadows? Do you want to make any more wishes?"
Cheng Yuliu gave Lin Banxia a gloomy look and said, "Of course I still have wishes that I want to fulfill. I want them to return to their original state." She pointed to Song Qingluo, "You said, you can do it, right?"
Song Qingluo ignored her and seemed to be thinking about something.
"Where's Liu Xi, why did he meet you?" This is what Lin Banxia wants to know most, "What did you do to him, why did he win the lottery? There is a person exactly like him behind him?? "
Cheng Yuliu said coldly: "He? He's just a thief. If he hadn't taken my shadow, I wouldn't be so embarrassed."
"Take your shadow?" Lin Banxia said in surprise.
"I don't know how he did it." Cheng Yuliu said irritably, "In short, he took my shadow away, and I wanted him to give it back to me, but he didn't agree—that's why I was looking for him. ."
Lin Banxia didn't expect that, he thought it was Cheng Yuliu who threatened Liu Xi.
"Okay, my story is finished." Cheng Yuliu said, "I've told you everything you want to know, give me the things." She stretched out her hand in front of Song Qingluo, wanting Song Qingluo's hand of plastic wrap.
Song Qingluo glanced at her, but didn't move, she said slowly, "Sorry, I can't give it to you."
Cheng Yuliu said gloomily: "Doesn't your words count?"
Song Qingluo said lightly: "Of course my words count, but your words don't count."
Cheng Yuliu was stunned.
Song Qingluo said: "What I said is that if you can give me what I want, I can help you restore them, what I want is your shadow, your shadow is gone, what are you going to bring me with you? trade?"
Cheng Yuliu was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect things to develop like this, her mouth opened and closed, she wanted to say something, but she didn't make a sound for a long time.
Song Qingluo ignored her, turned around, put the plastic wrap back in the box, and was about to lock it. Seeing this scene, Cheng Yuliu suddenly became mad and rushed in front of Song Qingluo, trying to snatch the things in Song Qingluo's hand.
Seeing this, Song Qingluo turned around and wanted to hide, but the next moment, Cheng Yuliu took out a sharp knife from nowhere and stabbed Song Qingluo. Crack, shouted be careful—
At this time, the distance between the two was extremely close, and the table behind Song Qingluo had no way to retreat. He reacted very quickly, and he directly reached out to hold the sharp handle of the knife, and then pushed it violently - pushing Cheng Yuliu directly out. .
Cheng Yuliu was pushed to the ground. She wanted to rush forward again, but after looking down at the sharp knife in her hand, she froze in place.
The originally sharp blade turned into a strange shape, with bright red blood on it, dripping down the blade.
Song Qingluo stood indifferently in the same place, her right hand hung down, the blood on her fingertips pooled into a thin line, and fell on the wooden floor.
Lin Banxia hurriedly stepped forward, took Song Qingluo's hand, and checked the wound: "Are you all right??!—It's a big hole, I have to deal with it quickly."
Song Qingluo was silent for a moment: "Let's go."
Lin Banxia carefully helped him out.
Cheng Yuliu sat on the floor dumbly, murmured not to go, but did not have the courage to continue to stop. She looked at the door that was slammed shut, stumbled up, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, hugged the inhuman flesh with all her strength, buried her face in it, and burst into tears, She said, "I want to be with you forever—forever—"
Lin Banxia was used to seeing the blood of dead people, but he had never seen the blood of living people. Song Qingluo's hands were as beautiful as anyone else's, her skin was as white as jade, and her knuckles were slender. However, at this time, there was a ferocious wound on these beautiful hands, and blood was continuously coming out.
"This wound is too big, I have to go to the hospital for stitches." Lin Banxia said.
"No." Song Qingluo didn't care at all, and shook it casually, removing a lot of blood from her fingers.
"How does this work?" Lin Banxia frowned, "In case of scars..."
Song Qingluo said, "It's alright, the big man is afraid of leaving scars, my hand hurts, come on."
Lin Banxia: "What?"
Song Qingluo: "Of course it's the police."
Lin Banxia was stunned for a while: "Call the police...? Now, call the police?"
"Otherwise." Song Qingluo said, "Could it be that she was allowed to stay with those corpses?"
Lin Banxia thought about it too, silently took out her mobile phone, dialed 110, and briefly explained the situation, but she didn't dare to say it too clearly.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Banxia said hesitantly, "Then... the police will move when they see the body, what should I do?"
"They can't see it." Song Qingluo said, "The corpse can't move anymore."
Lin Banxia was taken aback.
Song Qingluo said softly, "Remember the plastic wrap I used just now?"
Lin Banxia nodded.
Song Qingluo said: "That's a special item, and its specific function is a bit complicated. One of them is to plunder its activity while restoring its damaged state."
Lin Banxia understood, and suddenly realized: "It can be used to make up the corpse!"
Song Qingluo: "...Yes."
"What should I do next?" Lin Banxia said worriedly, "There must be something wrong with Liu Xi, I have to go and see." Seeing Cheng Yuliu like this, if Liu Xi continues to develop along the same line, I am afraid that the final outcome will be different from that of Liu Xi. Cheng Yuliu is about the same.
Song Qingluo pondered for a moment: "Go back first, I'll think about it."
Lin Banxia said yes, you still have wounds, are you really not going to the hospital? Such a big hole - he thought about it for a long time, Song Qingluo didn't listen to his advice, and insisted on going home instead of going to the hospital.
After arriving home, Lin Banxia still found the alcohol, knelt down beside the sofa, and carefully helped Song Qingluo clean and bandage the wound.
Song Qingluo lowered her eyes and stared at Lin Banxia. The young man in front of him was as quiet as when he first saw him. The young man had a handsome face, not the kind of aggressive beauty. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his hair color was lighter than ordinary people. Even when he was not smiling, he looked at him. It's very gentle.
Song Qingluo's heart moved slightly, and she said softly, "Do you often bandage wounds?"
Lin Banxia hummed, and casually said that she and her younger sister were often injured when they were young, and that they would become proficient with more bags.
"Do you have a sister?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Forget it." Lin Banxia rolled her eyes, "It's just my cousin, not her own."
Song Qingluo snorted softly.
Lin Banxia said indifferently: "My parents went there early and grew up with my aunt, but... I'm a bit like that Cheng Yuliu." After saying that, she was a little embarrassed, "Of course, I don't have any money without her."
"No." Song Qingluo shook her head gently, "You don't look alike, not at all."
Seeing the serious look on Song Qingluo's beautiful face, Lin Banxia's face was a little hot for some reason, and after smiling, she looked away uncomfortably.
The author has something to say:
Cheng Yuliu: There are only cold eight digits in my bank card...
Lin Banxia & Song Qingluo: We still have a few things to do, so let's go first.