Chi Yan dazedly turned her head and looked back, but she didn't see anyone, but the cold touch just now was very real.
He has been taught materialism since he was a child, and has always regarded ghosts and ghosts as nonsense. mixed with reality. He was uncomfortably hot, sat up and touched the remote control of the air conditioner to turn on the air conditioner and continued to fall asleep. In his sleep, it seemed that someone was hugging and stroking him.
The next morning, my aunt came to him again to read the scriptures to herself.
Usually, my uncle and aunt are busy with work, my cousin scoffs at my grandmother's "feudal superstition" activities, and my aunt is very lonely as an old man. Although Chi Yan doesn't believe in any religion, he will not reject the old man for this trivial matter. Quan Dang is to accompany his aunt to relieve the boredom. It is rare for the old man to meet such a patient and willing to accompany his junior, and he is very happy. When he woke up early in the morning, he was thinking about finding Chi Yan, and asked tentatively, "Xiao Yan, can't you help grandma read the scriptures today?"
Chi Yan smiled and agreed, and after breakfast, accompanied her aunt to the Buddhist hall on the third floor. On the left side of the Buddhist hall was a one-person-wide collapse, and he sat there facing the old man. He held a Buddhist scripture to read to the old lady, and the old lady squinted and smiled and listened.
After lunch, I went to play ball with my cousin in the afternoon, and the day went by like this.
When I went to bed at night, I slept until the middle of the night, but I felt the sultry and sticky feeling of the surrounding air again. Someone put his arms around his waist, and that person's body temperature was cooler than ordinary people. It was actually very comfortable to be held in his arms.
I had the same dream two days in a row, and the dream was so real that no matter how slow Chi Yan was, I still felt something was wrong. He forced himself to wake up from a deep slumber and looked back first, there was no one there. I touched the phone next to my pillow and pressed it to see that it was three o'clock in the morning.
Chi Yan closed his eyes again, but was careful not to fall asleep, and kept pressing his fingernails against the flesh in his palm, the dull pain kept him awake. After about ten minutes, he felt the "person" wrap his arms around his waist again, and even dropped a cold kiss on the back of his bare neck... The touch of the kiss was too obvious, even with a gentle sucking and lick...
Chi Yan could no longer comfort himself that it was all a dream. He opened his eyes and sat up, glanced at the empty room, turned on the bedside lamp and went to the ground. He first checked his bedroom door and the glass door to the outdoor balcony—both doors leading to the interior were locked from the inside.
Chi Yan felt a little nervous and didn't dare to go back to sleep. After returning to bed, he sat with the light on and played with his mobile phone until five in the morning. When he saw that the sky outside the window was faintly white, he lay down again. He knew that the old man slept little and usually got up early. In an hour, his aunt should get up and go to the Buddhist hall next door to worship Buddha. This thought reassured him a little, and he rolled up the quilt and fell asleep again.
In the final analysis, the experience this time was similar to the "ghost press bed" that was circulated among the people. Although it was a little strange, it did not cause any substantial fright to Chi Yan.
The so-called "I was bitten by a snake for ten years and I was afraid of a rope", Chi Yan never really encountered ghosts and ghosts since he was a child, which is equivalent to never really been bitten by a snake, and he was taught by his father to be brave since he was a child. The experience was like the shadow of a cup bow and snake, and it was not enough to scare him all at once.
Therefore, on the fourth night, Chi Yan was not too frightened to sleep, or made excuses to let her cousin be with her. It's just a little more thoughtful. After reading the Buddhist scriptures to my aunt in the morning, I borrowed the Buddhist scriptures from the old man and put them under the pillow in my room. When I went to bed at night, I deliberately didn't take off my outer pants and shirt, so I just went to sleep wearing clothes. In summer, the clothes are thin, so I don't feel too uncomfortable.
At first, he had something in his mind, and he was half asleep and never fell asleep. He only felt that after a long time, everything was quiet in the room and everything was normal. fell asleep...
In the middle of the night, I felt a hand unbuttoning my shirt. Chi Yan subconsciously reached out and pressed the hand, but he didn't hold down anything, only touched his chest.
He suddenly woke up, sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. Looking down, three buttons on the top of the white short-sleeved shirt had been unbuttoned.
Chi Yan carefully took out the Buddhist scripture from under the pillow and held it in his arms, and looked around vigilantly by the orange light of the bedside lamp.
It was empty, with only the few pieces of furniture he was used to seeing during the day.
At this moment, the bedside lamp flashed a few times suddenly, but it went out with a "pop", and the room fell into darkness again.
Chi Yan was startled, and before he had time to react, he felt that something was grabbing the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.
Chi Yan then wanted to bend over to pick it up, but before he could reach out, he felt something hugging his waist and pulling him towards the bed, as if trying to push him onto the bed.
Chi Yan was terrified, and intuitively felt that this thing seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and it was so suffocating that it was much more arrogant today than the previous two days.
A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he didn't even bother to put on his shoes. After struggling to break free, he opened the bedroom door and ran into the corridor. He ran to the Buddhist hall next door, pushed open the door and got in, and then pushed the door firmly and locked it tightly.
After doing all this in one breath, he pressed his back against the door, gasping for breath, feeling his heart beating violently one by one, and a cold sweat on his palms. Dim street lights shone through the small windows in the house, vaguely reflecting the shadowy scene in the Buddhist hall.
He thought that demons and monsters should not dare to enter this Buddhist hall.
After slowing down a bit, Chi Yan fumbled and stretched out his hand to try to turn on the light in the room, but instead of touching the switch, he found a cold "person" - that thing was standing beside him for an unknown time.
Chi Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and wanted to open the door. However, the door of the Buddhist hall was locked by him just now, and it could not be opened no matter what.
He twisted the lock repeatedly for a minute, and finally gave up in despair, backing back little by little, trembling.
That thing also continued to approach little by little in a cat-and-mouse manner.
Chi Yan slowly stepped back when suddenly he bumped into something under his feet. He looked back and saw that he had already reached the small couch, and there was no way to go back.
The fear and despair at that time were indescribable. He was so frightened that he couldn't even make a sound. As soon as his legs were weak, he fell back on the collapsed floor, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell down on his back.
The thing was pressed from the front.
It was dark inside the Buddhist hall, Chi Yan couldn't see anything, but he could clearly feel the thing pressing on him, unbuttoning his shirt one by one... A cool hand pushed the front of his shirt to the sides, caressing him. on his chest...
Chi Yan was so excited that she shivered, sobbing and unable to make a sound, only a small moan in an unspoken tone.
He raised his head, and from this angle, he could see the orange street light shining through the window, and the rectangular light spot projected on the inner wall of the house through the window, and through the blurred light, he could see the porcelain statues of gods and Buddhas in the shrines.
The Bodhisattva closes his eyes, full of compassion.
He closed his eyes, feeling the kiss that fell on him, and tears could not be restrained from sliding out of the corners of his closed eyes without interruption.
Powerless to struggle, powerless to resist.
… He could even feel those cold lips kissing the corners of his moist eyes.
…
Because the spirit was too tense and the fear was too great, Chi Yan finally lost consciousness and passed out.
When he struggled to open his eyes, he realized that it was already dawn.
His eyes were sore, and he didn't even need to look to know that they should be completely swollen. He still remembered that he had been crying because of fear before he passed out yesterday.
Chi Yan sat up, picked up his clothes and slowly put them on, still shivering with a shudder.
His first thought turned out to be that his aunt should be coming to worship Buddha soon, so she couldn't find her like this.
Chi Yan stood up and walked to the door. The door that couldn't be opened last night could be opened by unscrewing the lock and gently pushing it. He quietly walked back to his guest room, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror - there was no trace on his body. Everything last night was like a hysterical dream.
In the morning, my aunt called him over to accompany her to recite the scriptures as usual, but Chi Yan thought of the Buddhist hall and thought of all the things that happened last night.
His red and swollen rabbit-like eyes could not be concealed from anyone. His aunt pulled him and squinted for a long time, and finally she could only tell him to rest well.
The matter of ghosts and gods is inherently mysterious and difficult to win people's trust, not to mention his own experience is even more difficult to explain.
Chi Yan didn't know how to tell his uncle's family what happened yesterday. After hesitating for a long time, he could only choose to prevaricate the past and never mention it - his uncle's family are just ordinary people, so let's talk about whether he believes it or not, even if he believes that this ghost is causing trouble There is no way. Now it seems that the thing is just entangled with me, it seems that it has never harmed the rest of the family, and I can't say where I got it from.
Tomorrow is the official registration day. Chi Yan made an excuse to go to the school early to report after lunch, but was collectively rejected by his cousin's family of four. Cousin, aunt, and grandmother, including cousin, advised him not to rush for a long time. When his uncle rested tomorrow, he could send him there, and he also took the opportunity to take his cousin around to A University.
Chi Yan was in a trance at this time, she couldn't resist the enthusiasm and kindness of her relatives, and she didn't dare to tell the real reason why she was in a hurry to leave here. In the end, she had to compromise and stay for another night.