There are still deep armor marks on the gray brick wall, the marks are dark and black, and the bloodstains that have been frozen for a long time.
Those were the traces that Zhou Ying dug out from the wall when he was desperate and wanted to leave here.
She digs with her fingernails, grinds with flesh and blood, little by little, with the perseverance that ordinary people cannot have, and with the persistent mood of elopement with her lover, she finally crawled out of here after countless attempts and flesh and blood.
The nail prints were black and penetrated into the wall, exuding strong resentment and hatred. Lin Huai could almost see a pale and slender hand, fingers curled up, veins bulging, scratching vigorously on it.
Born for love, died for love, after the extreme love turned into hatred, a red-clothed ghost was born from it... This is probably what happened to Zhou Ying during her lifetime.
He put his hand on the armor marks, the size of his palm fits the armor marks just right.
'Su Qing. '
'Su Qing. '
'Su Qing Su Qing Su Qing Su Qing. '
A voice mixed with obsession and fanaticism came to the bottom of his heart like a dream. Under the extreme resentment, this voice has been distorted, so sharp that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
Lin Huai lowered his head and saw several nails scattered on the floor of the dirty woodshed.
These nails were pale and soft, not as sharp as the ghost's nails, but fell limply and miserably to the ground.
Outside the fantasy world.
The ghost sitting in front of the bronze mirror is staring intently at the inside of the bronze mirror.
It stopped combing its long hair.
The young man in the bronze mirror is standing in front of the wall, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head.
"Shua."
He tore off a piece of fabric from his body!
'What does he want to do? Use cloth as a rope, leave this woodshed? '
Li Gui thought so expressionlessly. Clinker, after tearing off this piece of white cloth, the young man let it unfold and put it on his left hand.
The cloth is white, like a soft and smooth silk handkerchief. Lin Huai lowered her body and carefully picked up all the nails.
He put every nail in this handkerchief. The white fingertips poked toward the ground, twisting the blood-stained and twisted nails, like picking up small white shells on the seashore. There was no expression on his face, no disgust, no fear, and no pity, as if this was just a simple act of "picking up" for him.
Before he escaped from this woodshed and went to the next plot point, he spent time and inexplicably performed such an unnecessary behavior. In the end, the ten nails were finally collected by him carefully. He folded the handkerchief into a small bag, closed it, and put the pile of ghost nails into his inner pocket.
"...Although I want to say that there are unused nails that can be donated to others." Hearing the young man's voice, Li Gui seemed to be talking to himself, "However, if these four stories are stories of infatuated women and heartbroken people, that The so-called scholar is not a good person..."
"Since you have become a fierce ghost, you should use your nails to peel off the skin of the heartless man like peeling off the wall." He said very scary words in a very flat tone, "If you don't do this …”
He showed a creepy smile: "How can the wound on the finger heal?"
Li Gui: ...
It stared at the young man's fluttering lips in the bronze mirror, as if seeing a butterfly flying through the palace gates.
"Interesting..." In the dark night, its eyes shone with strange brilliance, "It's really interesting..."
Across the bronze mirror, it tapped the bronze mirror with its bare fingertips. Finally, its fingertips landed on the face of the unconscious young man in the bronze mirror.
After saying what could be called black and white, and doing whatever he wanted, he turned and left the wall.
—and kicked open the locked door.
"The escape was successful." Lin Huai hooked the corner of his mouth.
It was actually very simple for Lin Huai to leave the theater without anyone noticing.
He sneaks along walls and knocks anyone out before they run into him. After throwing the twelfth strong man into the grass, Lin Huai finally managed to escape swaggeringly from the main entrance of the theater.
He was still wearing the bright red costume, except for a piece of black cloth torn from the window when he was sneaking. Following the theater, he went around to the small gate at the back, and finally found the family surnamed Zhao in the alley behind it.
The ominous coffin was parked in the corner of the backyard. The Zhao family didn't seem to want to pay attention to this woman who died disgracefully. Taking advantage of no one around, Lin Huai lifted the lid of the coffin.
The pale female corpse lay at the bottom of the coffin, clean and fresh due to the cool weather. According to the Zhao family, she hanged herself to death. However, under the moonlight, Lin Huai could clearly see the deep Yoshikawa line on her neck.
The Yoshikawa line refers to the scratches caused by the victim subconsciously pulling the rope around the neck outward when the neck is strangled. Young women who are unwilling to die in vain will often become extremely vicious after death.
The footsteps of long-term workers have already been heard in the front yard. Lin Huai rolled over into the coffin, and gently closed the coffin lid.
The coffin lid made a "click", shutting him and the corpse in the same room. A faint smell of blood and decay entered Lin Huai's nose.
"As expected of someone who can become a ghost after death..." He thought, "This Zhou Ying was really a werewolf in life..."
As he thought this way, he suddenly felt some commotion around him.
It looks like something... is rubbing against the face of the coffin.
Lin Huai turned her head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Two long-term workers, one tall and one short, walked towards the coffin in the yard.
"Mom, the funeral at night is really fucking bad luck!"
The short long-term worker complained.
"You said, this officer Zhao is also heartless. No matter how you say it, Mrs. Zhao is his wife. Now that she is dead, she is wrapped in a thin coffin, and she is just thrown into a random grave. Those who know know that they are husband and wife. Those who don't know, I thought they were enemies!"
"My wife steals a man, and it doesn't feel good to put it on anyone. This lady of the Zhao family died disgracefully. Officer Zhao went out for half a month, doing business, and as soon as he came back, his wife cuckolded him. When Officer Zhao pushed the door , that was quite lively. Mrs. Zhao's leg is still hanging on the waist of the nurse..."
The tall long-time worker described it vividly, as if he had witnessed this beautiful scene with his own eyes. The short long worker seemed to have just found out what happened, he swallowed his saliva, and said: "No wonder Mrs. Zhao hanged herself in shame and anger that night..."
"There is still something to be said about this matter."
"What are you wearing?"
Seeing the mysterious look of the tall Changgong, the short Changgong was a little curious: "What's the matter? Don't play tricks on me here!"
"This Mrs. Zhao didn't hang herself from the beam." The tall long worker wiped his neck, "the maid in Xiyuan said that she got up that night and passed by the yard. She saw Mrs. Zhao being strangled to death by Zhao officials. of!"
He widened his eyes, stretched out his tongue, and made an expression of being strangled alive. Then, he lowered his voice and said: "Ms. Zhao died a miserable death. The strangled person is different from other people. When other people died, the living soul spit out from the mouth. The strangled person The soul is stuck in the throat, can't get out, and lives in the corpse. If things go on like this, it will become a monster! These days, Mrs. Zhao's coffin has been parked in the yard. the sound of… "
The short man was momentarily terrified. He laughed twice: "Are you lying?"
While saying this, he still glanced at the coffin out of the corner of his eye. Clinker, there was actually a sound coming from inside.
"Woo!"
The voice was short and shrill, which startled the short man. The tall man didn't hear the sound, but seeing his fuss, said, "What's wrong?"
"There's a voice in this coffin!" The short man pointed to the coffin and said in shock.
"What's the sound, I didn't hear it?"
"There are women... crying!"
The tall man was terrified by what he said. He swallowed, and turned his head to listen.
There was no sound in the coffin.
"You heard it wrong." He said with a dry smile, "There is no sound in here."
At the same time, Lin Huai, who was originally in the coffin, also pressed the female ghost's mouth with his hand.
"If you make any more noise, you will be killed." He said coldly.
Amidst the overwhelming murderous aura all over his body, the terrified female ghost finally shut her mouth. Lin Huai listened carefully to the movement outside, and saw that the two were finally comforted by each other's brainwashing, so she relaxed a little.
"If you scare away one person, I'll chop off one of your hands. If you scare away two people, I'll chop off both of your hands." Lin Huai said softly, "Do you understand?"
Female ghost: ... err.
"It seems that you still don't understand. My request is very simple, just don't scare people away." Lin Huai said, "Now, be quiet!"
Female ghost: ... I don't know why, I feel like you are the one who will scare people away.
The female ghost nodded knowingly. Lin Huai felt a little relieved.
It is really difficult to escape from inside the city to outside the city. Not only do you have to learn how to sneak in successfully, but you also have to keep an eye on the female ghost around you, in case she bursts into tears and scares away the long-term workers who carry people... Lin Huai felt a little physically and mentally exhausted for a while.
The female ghost looked at the killing god beside her tremblingly, and finally, she heard the killing god sighed softly and said a word.
"It's really hard to escape."
Female ghost: ...
The tall man paid attention to the coffin for a long time, but did not hear any sound inside. His heart beat, and he breathed into his hand: "Go, let's take it out early and come back sooner!"
"But… "
"It's nothing, I have to carry it sooner or later." The tall man threatened, "If you refuse to go, I will tell the master!"
The short man dawdled for a long time, and finally carried the coffin with him.
The coffin beneath him began to shake. Lin Huai lay in the coffin, feeling the darkness, feeling the tranquility like Zenyatta.
"Fuck," did he hear the voice outside the coffin, "this coffin is really heavy."
Lin Huai: ...