"I have been wandering in the land of death for several days, unable to enter reincarnation, and unable to see my wife and children again. Last night I watched them suffer, but I couldn't do anything." The man said with red eyes, but he couldn't cry. weep.
He looked up at Shen Changan, and suddenly knelt down, wanting to do three bows and nine kowtows.
"Wait!" Shen Changan ducked to the side, "Don't come casually for this kind of gift of kneeling and worship, I am a living person, and I can't bear this kind of gift."
"Sir, you help me get out of the troubled place, that is, my reborn parents, I should bow down with a big bow."
"You're very polite in your speech." Shen Changan listened to the other party's words, and said through the window, "Now you're thankful, you can..." Can you let me continue to sleep
"Didn't you all say that you masters are the most elegant." The man was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, "Before I came, I recited this sentence for two hours."
Shen Changan: The ghost I dreamed about this time was quite particular.
Looking at the man's smile, he suddenly remembered that when he sent the mother and son back last night, he saw a posthumous photo at the mother and son's house. This man... was almost exactly the same as the one in the posthumous photo.
Is his ideological awareness already so high? Even dreaming must be combined with reality, grounded and not exaggerated
Although... having ghosts is already exaggerated.
"Sir, what do you know, since I died unexpectedly a month ago, I can't leave the place of death. I have thought of many ways, but every time I approach the door, my soul will float back uncontrollably. Until yesterday At night, I followed behind you and entered the house for the first time after death."
Thinking of the deserted home, the man bowed deeply to Shen Changan: "It's not early, I want to go back and give my wife a dream, let her... Let her live a good life in the future. If you meet a good man, you will remarry, If you can't meet them, don't feel wronged, I have saved some money while working outside these years, enough for their mother and son to live a relaxed life for a few years."
Shen Changan saw the two emotions of reluctance and relief intertwined on the man's face, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and suddenly smiled: "Then go, it's almost dawn."
In ghost stories, at dawn, the ghosts lose their abilities and can no longer have any effect on humans.
He somewhat understood why he had a dream of a dead father coming home to visit his wife and children, probably deep in his heart, he had also hoped that there would be ghosts and gods in the world, so that his parents could come back to see him.
But he kept waiting, from the age of seven to adulthood, and did not wait for them to come back, and he seldom even dreamed of them. Gradually, he realized that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, but only the thoughts of the widow for the deceased.
"Benefactor, goodbye." The man insisted on bowing three times and nine kowtows to Shen Changan. Shen Changan ducked, and he bowed in the window. After praying, his figure dissipated in the dark night, and he could not see the slightest trace.
It was quiet inside and outside the window. As soon as Shen Changan lay back down, he heard something crackling on the window. He picked up a pillow and smashed it at the window: "Go away, and bother me to kill them all."
The sound of knocking on the window suddenly stopped, but soon the sound of knocking on the window turned into smashing the window, as if Shen Changan would not open the window, they would swear not to give up.
"Fuck." Shen Changan rolled over from the bed with a sullen face. This time, no matter what the hell was outside the window, he would blow their dog's head off.
Opening his eyes and looking out the window, he frowned, Lao Gao.
Outside the window, there were a few people who were white with blue in their faces, some in modern clothes, and some in tunics from the last century. Seeing Shen Changan looking out of the window, these people suddenly stopped slapping the window, and immediately performed an acrobatic performance for Shen Changan.
An old man took off his arm.
A woman twisted the back of her head to her chest.
There was another skinny man who was even more ferocious. He twisted his head off, and his head let out a terrifying laugh.
Watching this scene expressionlessly, Shen Changan strode to the window, opened the window and grabbed the thin man who let out a terrifying laugh, and threw him to the ground with a fall over his shoulder, the thin man's head in his hand instantly resembled a winter melon Rolled to the corner.
"I'll make you laugh weirdly, and I'll let you take your head off and play." Shen Changan held the thin man down and beat him hard, and the head that rolled to the corner barked its teeth. This sound was annoying, he bent over to pick up his head, kicked out the window, turned around and continued to beat the thin man.
After he beat the thin man to the point of disappearing, he turned to look at the stunned evil spirit outside the window, noble and indifferent: "A rookie like you, when I was six years old, I could beat five at a time. It's not against any of you, in my eyes, you are all spicy chickens."
The female ghost twisted the back of her head back silently. .
The old man quickly installed his arm back in place.
The other ones who took off their eyes, and those who picked their ears, all put their body parts back in place. A long-tongued ghost shook his body, and he had no time to retract his tongue, so he had to hold the tongue with his hands and force it back into his mouth, and a face was propped up into a pumpkin by the tongue.
"Spicy chicken!" Shen Changan sneered.
All the ghosts shuddered in unison.
The atmosphere was stagnant at this moment, and suddenly a thick fog rose outside the window. Shen Changan felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously tilted his head to the side, and saw a few long vines suddenly flew in outside, and the posture seemed to be about to Take his throat straight.
Shen Changan's anger still hadn't subsided, the dream hadn't subsided, and the last bit of rationality in his heart was bursting.
A lump of green stuff was dragged in.
The green hair and green clothes turned out to be the little green hair he saw in his dream last time.
Seeing that his attack was easily dodged by Shen Changan, the green-haired child looked at Shen Changan in horror, what kind of monster is this human being? He not only has an aura that attracts ghosts, but also has a dazzling golden light of merit. If he didn't hate this human being for taking away his little friend, he wouldn't arrange for nearby ghosts to scare him.
But what he never expected was that this human being was not even afraid of ghosts, beating a ghost was like beating a doll. Between them, who is the ghost and who is the human
Raising his head to meet Shen Changan's eyes, the green-haired child trembled with fright: "I, I'm a child, you can't do anything to me."
"Heh." Shen Changan picked him up from the ground, put it on his knee, and slapped Lumao's ass with a slap.
"Ow!" Lu Mao screamed out, he felt that he was not being beaten on his butt, but his whole soul was shaking. What's even more frightening is that the moment Shen Changan grabbed him, his whole body seemed to have lost his strength, and he could only let him act.
"I am indeed more tolerant of children, but are you a child?" He slapped again.
"Ow!" Lumao burst into tears in pain. "You told me last time that young children don't have to bear legal responsibility. Why did the standards change when they came to me?"
"What are you thinking, even if you are still young, what kind of human rights do ghosts talk about?" Shen Changan continued to fight. After more than 20 years of living, it was the first time in a dream that he saw a ghost talking to him about human rights.
"You bad guy, Miao Miao will leave the city tomorrow, all of this is caused by you, but you still want to beat me." Seeing that he couldn't break free, Lu Mao simply broke the jar, "You guys Humans are more annoying than ghosts."
"I'm alone, what are you doing to please your ghosts?" Shen Changan saw that the green hair was crying pitifully, and his anger was mostly gone, so he let go of him and put him aside, "We humans, we don't run to someone else's house in the middle of the night. The habit of knocking on windows and attacking others. For doing this, the police uncle was caught in jail.”
Seeing that Shen Changan stopped hitting himself, the green hair rolled and crawled to hide out of the window, and shouted at Shen Changan through the window: "Wait for me, I won't let you go."
"Oh." Shen Changan rolled his eyes, in his dream, how dare he be so arrogant
"Do you know who the eldest brother of our plant world is?" Lumao stretched out his neck and roared, seeing Shen Changan looking over, he quickly shrank back, "Our eldest brother is a mulberry tree who has been practicing for five thousand years. A leaf on your body can kill you."
Shen Changan squeezed his fist: "Since you said so, I'll kill you first."
The green-haired child screamed in fright, and the green hair suddenly swelled, curling up the shivering ghosts in the corner, turning into a puff of smoke and disappearing out of the window.
Shen Changan looked out of the pitch-black window with a probe, and closed the window with a clang.
When he got up in the morning, Shen Changan picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and there was a message in WeChat.
Year: Good morning.
He thought that the other party would ignore him, but he didn't expect to reply to him after a night. He took a picture of the morning scene outside the window and sent it to the other party.
Chang'an: [Picture]
Chang'an: Good morning, the weather is fine today.
Daonian stared at the photo on the phone screen for a while, then slowly said, "Liu."
"Sir." Liu Mao came to Daonian's side, "What's the matter?"
Daonian glanced down, and Liu Mao immediately understood. He glanced at the photos on his mobile phone, and then frowned: "Are there ghost handprints on the window?"
Daonian turned the phone over and didn't let Liu Mao continue to look at it: "Check." He raised his eyelids and looked at Liu Mao with a blank expression.
"It's the subordinate's ineffectiveness." Liu Mao's face was pale in an instant, and he could hardly stand still.
Throwing two pieces of "Millennium Ganoderma lucidum" given by Uncle Zhang into the stainless steel thermos cup, Shen Changan came to the downstairs of the office unhurriedly and found several people surrounded by downstairs, so he asked Ding Yang, who was standing by to watch the fun: " Brother Yang, it's early in the morning, what's wrong?"
"When Director Du came to work in the morning, he found that the tree in the yard suddenly had a lot of yellow leaves, so I asked the comrades from the Forestry Bureau to come and take a look." Ding Yang shook his head and sighed, "It has grown for nearly a hundred years, and it can be regarded as a protected plant. ."
Looking at the old tree surrounded by forestry experts, Shen Changan always felt something strange. Silently hugging the thermos cup in his arms, throwing the inexplicable guilty feeling out of his mind, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
"Mr. Shen." Sun Jia stood at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a huge suitcase in his hand, as if he was about to leave.
Seeing Sun Jia, Shen Changan remembered his dream last night: "Mr. Sun, do you have a nickname Miao Miao?"
The author has something to say: Shen Changan: Please don't talk about human rights in front of me, I am a double standard dog, thank you.