introduction
Now I am a prisoner, a prisoner who has been characterized as a murderer. I waited in my dark cell for death to come... No, I'm long dead, and it's just my soul in jail. Isn't it, when life can't extricate itself from illusion and reality, how can people distinguish between life and death? So, I'd rather believe that that weird trip was a "dream" I had... Yes, just a dream! But the details of the dream are still clear and vivid imprinted in my mind... I am an atheist, and I don't believe in ghosts.
However, that experience plunged me into the abyss of inextricable self-extrication. That was a few years ago. Looking back now, that almost desperate fear still haunts me. But I know that no one will believe that it is true, in fact, I do not want to believe it, but how can I not believe it? When the cold iron window touched my dry cheeks, my life had long since been lost on that strange journey.
1
Speaking of which, I really went "back" that year – I divorced my wife by agreement. At that time, I was 35 years old, I was in the prime of my life, and my work career was also in a period of steady rise, even if I thought that the "poisonous arrow" in this marriage suddenly hit me. Then my life started messing around. First a mental trance, then a failure at work, coupled with insomnia all night, my temperament became irritable; I quarreled with colleagues many times in the company, talked back with the boss, and could not even write a work report.
And I arrived late and left early, and I didn't take my work seriously at all. At first, the boss also made concessions to me because of the changes in my family, and later saw that I was becoming more and more decadent and incurable, so he dismissed me. Actually, that's exactly what I wanted.
When I got home, I closed the door, drunk myself every day, and refused the concern of my colleagues and friends. I lived like a prisoner for half a month, and finally came out of extreme grief and accepted the fact that my ex-wife grabbed the tail of youth and climbed the tall branch. I knew I was going to start my life all over again from now on. Before looking for a job, I decided to go out on a trip and relax myself.
It just so happens that the Qingming Festival is coming, and it is a good time to travel. I also packed my backpack and got on the train heading south. Speaking of which, I grew up listening to my grandfather tell a lot of ghost stories, but I never believed that there were ghosts in the world. Demons have hearts! As long as your heart is open, no ghost or monster can get close to you. But on that trip, I obviously felt that something was wrong. My ticket was twelve o'clock in the evening.
My house wasn't far from the train station, and I left an hour early and walked leisurely toward the train station. Because I had a lot of time, I wandered around and thought about the mess. I didn't expect the night of eleven o'clock to be so empty. There were not a single vehicle or pedestrian on the street, and the porter houses on the side of the road were closed. The wind was quite strong, and it whistled and whistled, like the cries of a woman's grumbling. The moon seemed to loom, like a hazy strange eye peering into the city. As you can imagine, the night in the city is black at this time.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in, and I felt my body shrink and hug me tightly. Then I saw a huge slap pressed against my face. At the same time, a cry of terror pierced the night. I subconsciously touched my face, and it turned out to be a plastic bag that was firmly attached to my face. At this point, I realized that the big hand that fell from the sky was this plastic bag that was blown up by the wind. But that terrified scream just now...? I think it's only my own voice.
The night was still empty, and the street seemed even longer. My eyes grew brighter with fear. I couldn't help but quicken my pace, and the silent streets gave me an ominous omen. As I was walking, a child's cry burrowed into my ears.
In the silent night, the sound was so clear and realistic. I felt a chill in my back and couldn't help but stop and scan my side warily. There was nothing around me, only my bleak shadow, reflected by the meager moonlight, following me like a ghost. To embolden myself, I yelled, "Fuck..."
Then sing loudly and stride forward. I wanted to hurry into the waiting room of the station, where there were many people, even if there were really ghosts, it didn't matter if everyone shared a little fear.
I heard that ghosts cannot directly harm humans, they will only scare those who have ghosts in their hearts. In order to embolden myself, I picked up a half-cut brick from the side of the road, pretended to be a cold smile, and said: "I am the eight generations of ancestors of your ghost, there is a kind of you appearing to see that I will not shoot you!" Hehehehehe
As I walked, I muttered to myself, and suddenly my feet were stirred, my body was crooked, and I almost fell. It turned out that I just bowed my head and hurriedly walked to the stone on the curb. I couldn't help but laugh, "You have the guts to go out on a trip alone?" ”
At this time, a string of bicycle bells came from the front, and several workers on the night shift said that laughter flashed from the side. I finally heard the voice of the world, and the tension in my heart was swept away.
I suddenly felt ridiculous, and my heart said let's throw away the bricks in my hand first! But then I realized that I didn't have any bricks in my hand. I patted my head hard, and my heart said, "Maybe it's an illusion, I haven't slept well lately!" When you come back from travel, you can make up for sleep..."
Thinking like this, I turned a corner and there was a street lamp on the side of the road. Dark red lights sprinkled down from the leaves of the tall French plane trees on the side of the road, printing a round halo on the pavement. The street lamp looked so faint against the backdrop of the huge canopy, like a sleepy and tired eye, and like a dim light swaying in the wind, it would not stop.
The street was still so empty that not even a taxi was found. I was walking briskly when suddenly, a pile of fire appeared in my line of sight. It was just a dozen meters ahead under a tree. I couldn't help but wake up and slow down, my eyes fixed on the fire. The fire swayed in the wind, sometimes large and small, and there was not a single person around. I finally approached the fire, and only then did I see a man kneeling behind the tree.
The man was draped in a black cloak, and his long back was motionless, like a clay statue. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the fire went out. At this moment, the shadow of the figure moved visibly, and a long arm reached out to the pile of burned ashes. The burning fire suddenly burst into flames, swayed in the wind, and extinguished at dawn, like an old man on the verge of death. My hair tingled, and I sped up and walked over. Still, I kept looking back, always feeling that something was following me.
At an intersection ahead, I saw a few ashes with scattered banana peels and peanut shells or something. The smell of burnt yellow paper mixed with alcohol in the air is suffocating. At this time, I suddenly realized that today was the Qingming Festival, and at night people were burning paper on the side of the road to pay tribute to the dead. I couldn't help but think of the kneeling back just now, and I had to smile bitterly. But I didn't feel much lighter about it, and I began to wonder if it was a little unwise for me to travel late at night on this ghost festival. If there really are ghosts in the world, I believe that there must be thousands of souls wandering in the city at night, gathering with their loved ones.
In the middle of this night, the souls who are still wandering in the streets must be those lone ghosts who have no relatives to burn paper for them. I'm not going to encounter these bad things, right? With that thought, the feet sped up. In the silent city, all I heard was the sound of my own footsteps stamping on my sensitive nerves. Everything is asleep.
2
The train station square was even more empty under the streetlights, and several people were walking around at the station door with suitcases. Their expressions were indifferent, without a hint of anxiety and anticipation, as if they were props set up only to create the atmosphere of the station. Indeed, very few people choose to go out late at night on this ghost festival, and I am one of them. On the way here, I had flashed the idea of going back, but when I arrived at the station, I firmly believed in this trip. If it comes, it will be safe.
I walked into the waiting hall. There were hardly any people in the hall. There were probably a dozen of them, scattered around the seats. Seemed to be just like me, some lonely traveler. Even though I walked very lightly, I alarmed the people inside. Every time I passed a passenger, I would come into contact with a pair of cold eyes that swept me quickly and then returned to a state of indifference. It was as if I was an uninvited guest and suddenly startled them(s). There were no passengers in the bus with me, so I sat down casually, looked at my watch, and left the bus for twenty minutes.
I got up and walked toward a drink shop in the hall. I grabbed two bottles of drink and a magazine and shouted "Boss checkout!" There were three shouts in a row, and the head of a middle-aged woman slowly rose from behind the counter. The woman rubbed her eyes and looked at the drink and magazine in her hand: "Exactly thirty pieces, sister!"
"What a girl, you see that I am a man or not!" Oh, I see you're really sleepy..."
I said in a mocking tone. The woman didn't seem to hear me and said, "Are you guys traveling?" I didn't bother to pay attention to her, checked out, and walked toward the waiting space.
After walking for a while, I felt that the woman's words were strange, and I couldn't help but look back. I saw the woman staring at me, her eyes cold, her mouth slightly open, and I could clearly see the row of blood-red teeth in the woman's population. I fought a cold war, squeezed my eyes and looked again, but behind the counter was empty. I sat down in my seat and opened the magazine to read it, when a voice came from the top of the hall: "Don't go out on a clear night..."
A sigh-like sound seemed to come from another space.
I closed the magazine and turned my head to look around, only to see the empty hall and the neat rows of seats. The voice drifted over again, like the wind around the hall: "Don't go out on a clear night..." At this time, I felt a cramping pain in my head, and I held my head in my hands and spasmed on the seat.
I don't know how long later, a long roar of the train came from the platform, and the pain in my head suddenly stopped. There was no one at the ticket gate, so I waited a while and walked quickly through the ticket gate. It was as if this train had come specifically for me.
3
An old-fashioned green-skinned train lay a little impatiently in the dim darkness of the night, like a long, eerie snake, anxious to devour people. As soon as I reached the platform, I vaguely saw a man waving his hands at me at the entrance of the carriage in front of me.
"Did you meet an acquaintance?" I hurried over and looked at the carriage number, which was carriage fourteen. And the door was empty, and no one waved to it. I hesitated and walked into the carriage, which seemed to have been specially designed.
After getting on the train, the carriage was empty, and there was no one.
I sat worriedly in a window seat, and suddenly remembered the ghostly voice in the waiting hall: Don't go out on the night of the Qingming Festival...
No wonder there is no one in the carriage, maybe it is because of the Qingming Festival, right? I thought so, I felt my eyelids were astringent and swollen, I should close my eyes and sleep well! But consciousness made me doubly awake.
The car started to start slowly, and the sound of the clatter slammed into my nerves. I couldn't help but get up from my seat and walk in the empty carriage. It's too quiet inside, quietly unsettling, quietly terrifying. The car is speeding up, speeding up again... Outside the window is the endless night...
I walked to the end of the carriage and walked into another carriage. Strangely, the carriage was empty. I turned around and walked over to the other end and looked at the next carriage, which was still empty. So I know that the fifteenth, thirteenth, and fourteenth carriages are empty, and is it true that no one goes out in the clear night except myself?
Just thinking about it, a footstep came from behind. I turned around in shock, there was no one in the carriage, the sound came from another carriage, and it was coming step by step to this side. I subconsciously sat down and buried myself behind my seat, but my ears were unusually sharp. The footsteps were far and near, unusually clear, and I knew I had stepped into the carriage I was riding in.
"Da, da, da..." is the sound of crisp high heels, and every time it sounds like it is stomped on my nerves. I didn't dare to look up, and my body began to tremble slightly. The footsteps are getting closer... Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps... The footsteps stopped in front of me, and I felt a cold breath coming towards me.
At this time, a woman's gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Sir, do you want drinks and food?"
I pretended to be calm, pretended to have just woken up, stretched my arms, and sat up straight. Looking up, it turned out to be a nice young service staff.
She was holding the pusher of the dining car in one hand and hanging down with the other, looking at me with a smile. I quickly smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, I'm really a little hungry, what's there to eat?"
I looked at the girl's pretty smiling face, and all the fear was swept away. The girl smiled and put a drink and a roll in my hand. I took it, and my eyes never left the girl.
She was so iconic that she couldn't help but give me the idea of non-points, and there was no one else in the carriage, so she didn't feel that the words were frivolous: "Beauty, is it okay to sit down and talk?"
"Good!" The girl replied cheerfully, and then sat down next to me generously. I grabbed her white, slender hand.
"You're so pretty..." My flirtatious voice disgusted me, but I couldn't control my behavior. I gently wrapped my arms around the woman's waist, and the woman fell into my arms.
At this moment, my blood suddenly boiled, and I pounced on the woman like a hungry wolf, kissing and touching. After a moment of passion, we sorted out our clothes and sat down again, our hands still holding each other. But I felt the woman's hand slowly harden and cool, and a cold dampness came from her arm. I let go of the woman's hand.
Only then did she stand up, smile and bow her head slightly to me, "It's late at night, add some more clothes!" After saying that, the woman stood up and supported the dining car, turned her head and smiled at me again, saying, "I'm going to the next carriage, and there are still many people waiting to buy food!" With that she walked stiffly on her legs to the next carriage. I stared at her departing back, obviously not like the gentle woman just now, her stiff walking posture, her stiff back, and her red conductor uniform... It looks uncomfortable.
As she disappeared into another carriage, I suddenly realized that carriage fifteen was the last car, and I had just gone to see it, and there was no one in it..."
I held my breath and followed lightly. In the aisle that connected carriages fifteen to fourteen, I saw the silhouette of the young girl through the glass window. She was bending down to pick up bottles of drinks and burritos from the dining car and deliver them to an empty seat...
I wiped my eyes hard, staring at them in pain, and there was no one in the trunk except this beautiful woman.
The wind outside was pouring in, and the milky white curtains were drumming, unfolding, and contracting again, like a man's rust dancing in the wind. The woman pushed the dining car a few steps, then stopped, bent down to take something from the dining car, when I saw the woman holding a huge bill in her pocket. As if she were deliberately showing it to me, the note stopped for a moment in her pocket. It turned out to be a dark bill. I only felt a blackness in front of my eyes, a weakness in my legs, and I didn't know anything.
When I woke up, I was still sitting in my previous seat. The carriage was still empty. I suspect I just had a dream. I closed my eyes slightly and rubbed my temples with two thumbs, and I felt too tired. After rubbing it for a while, it seemed to be in better spirits.
I took a drink from the small table and unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
"What does it taste like?" I frowned and shouted. The drink was salty and thick, with a fishy smell of carrion. My first thought was a spoiled drink. Food hygiene is now a concern. I picked up the drink in my hand and looked for the date, but the white bottle was shiny, and there was not a single word code. I slowly poured the bottle mouth, only to see a dark red viscous liquid flowing out. I wiped my fingers on the table, and my fingers became sauce red. It's like the blood of a dead man.
"What the fuck!" I scolded. At this time, I saw the burrito in the corner of the table.
I just felt a whirlwind, and I remembered that the drink and burrito had been sold to me by the woman just now. In this way, it was not a dream just now, is the woman a... ghost......?
I picked up this burrito and looked at it. The cake is an ordinary dough cake, the circle is thick, and the two ends reveal tender green lettuce leaves, which is quite tempting to eat. But this time I didn't dare to take the plunge. I slowly spread out the dough on the table and gently peeled off the rolled lettuce leaves with my hand, only to see a thick layer of sauce under the leaves. The pie didn't look like a problem, and I decided to eat it. But just as I was re-rolling up the pie, something resembling a cucumber handle suddenly fell out of the lettuce leaf, but it was the same as the "cucumber handle" that was red and wanted to soak it in blood. I pinched the lettuce stalk and flicked it over... I saw a woman's long fingernails...
I was stunned, staring at the half-blooded woman's fingers in a daze, overwhelmed. At this time, the sound of footsteps in high heels came from the depths of the carriage. I covered my mouth tightly, not allowing myself to make a sound. I knew the woman had just come again. At this point I could conclude that the beautiful woman was a female ghost, and that the bottle contained some kind of drink, it was corpse blood.
The sound of the high heels was clearly approaching me. I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and ran like crazy to the front of the carriage. Carriage number FOURTEEN is empty. The next carriage, Number Thirteen, was also empty. I was running in the carriage, the curtains on both sides taking turns to pounce on me, like the wide sleeves of the female ghost, sliding coldly over my cheeks, and I heard a voice shouting hoarsely: "Conductor, conductor... There's someone in the car..."
That's my own voice. I didn't allow myself to stop, I ran down from carriage to carriage. Twelfth, eleven, nine, eight..." As I ran to carriage one, I couldn't help but stop. In front of them, there are still countless carriages connected, stretching forward...
It's a train with no end in sight! Cold sweat ran down my cheeks, and I slumped on the ground as I held the cold body of the car. Now I finally believe that I am stepping on a ghost train.
The footsteps caught up again, and the steps were getting faster and faster, as if they were running. The rapid high heels and the iron plate collided with a loud sound, as if to crush my nerves. I got up again, got up and ran forward, as long as there was a road ahead, I would keep running. The number of carriages is changing, from number one to negative number one, negative number two, negative number three...
I couldn't look at the carriage number on the door again, all I had to do was get rid of the footsteps behind me. But no matter how far and fast I ran, the footsteps behind me always followed me not far away. Finally, I ran to the end of the train—I saw the door to the cab.
"Help..." I shouted loudly, but made no sound. It turned out that I was shouting all the way, and my voice was already dumb. As soon as I reached the iron door of the cab with one hand, the man could no longer stand and slid down.
I leaned back against the door, and as soon as I lifted my eyes, I saw a terrifying scene: more than ten meters in front of me, a woman was pushing a dining car step by step towards me. She was indeed the woman just now. She took a few more steps closer, and I saw that the corners of her mouth were bleeding, and the blood kept flowing down, staining the uniform on her chest red. Her hand holding the handlebar of the dining car was clearly missing half of her finger, and the blood from the broken finger kept pouring out. I watched this horrific scene, suffocating almost to death. I tried a few times without standing up, and my legs didn't seem to be mine anymore.
I reached out from behind and slammed the crack in the door. At this time, the woman reached out her bloody hand to pick up a bottle of drink and a burrito, walked around the food truck and walked toward me: "Let's eat something..."
A sighing voice came at me with a sinister cold air. At this moment, I suddenly realized that the drink I had just drunk was her blood, and the half-cut woman's finger was the half-cut that she had cut off. As soon as my eyes went black, I was about to faint.
Consciousness reminds me to hold on, I know that ghosts will only scare people with weak yang qi, I have been sleeping badly for a while, mental trance, only to be haunted by ghosts. As long as the driver is found, I think the yang of the two of us combined will definitely make this female ghost slip away. Thinking of this, my hand squeezed the door even harder, and finally I was able to put a few fingers in, at this time the female ghost was only a few steps away from me, her mouth was slightly open, and black and red blood gushed out of her mouth one by one...
With all my strength, I slammed the door shut, and as soon as my ass turned to the ground, I threw myself into the cab. The thick iron door closed silently behind me. The cab was empty.
"Where's the driver?" How could there be no driver...? ”
I struggled to get up and stared at the empty seat, a clearing in my head. After a pause of a few seconds, I forced myself to calm down. Through the glass in front of the cab, I saw two railroad tracks reflecting two tragic white rays of light in the dark night, extending into the darkness.
There are vague irregular objects on the side of the road speeding backwards; the numbers on several instruments are constantly beating... All this shows that the train is moving forward... But there is no driver to operate, it is running on its own.
I went crazy and slapped the glass of the front window with my hands, shouting at the two miserable white rails in front of me...
I knew it wouldn't help shouting, because I was on a ghost train. At this time, there was a knock on the cab door. I subconsciously looked back and saw a bloody hand opening the door...
4
As I woke up to a cacophony of noise, the train stopped. I saw a lot of passengers getting out of the car, and I quickly grabbed my backpack and got out of the car with the flow of people. Thankfully, it was a nightmare!
The sky was already faint, the platform was cold, I wrapped my trench coat tightly, and couldn't help but look back at the carriage. I saw a woman standing at the door of the empty carriage, and she was smiling and moaning at me. I hit a spirit, and my consciousness told me that this was the woman selling food in the car, no, the female ghost.
The train started slowly, and my eyes followed the train—the carriages moved past me one by one, and I saw that the seats in the tongliang hall carriages were all empty, and there was not a single passenger on the whole train.
I came to Nanjing. The sun came out, and the city looked vibrant, thick and steady in a bright light. The street is lined with rivers of cars, tall and atmospheric high-rise buildings, and pedestrians rush by. It is a modern city with a rich history.
I was also tired of the fast-paced life of the city, and I just wanted to find a quiet place to walk around to relieve the tension along the way. I was walking on the road, and in the distance, I looked at a green lake. I went straight to the lake. Hi, what a big lake!
I didn't expect to have such a cool place in the bustling metropolis, which is a great blessing for a city. I walked slowly along the lake embankment. After a long walk, I followed a clean cement road into the lake area. Walking to a large stone, I stopped and saw that the tall stone had written "Xuanwu Lake" in large red paint characters.
On the side of the stone is a turquoise lotus leaf, interspersed with scattered lotus flowers. The breeze gently caresses, and the lotus leaves with bright lotus flowers are slightly shaking their heads, corresponding to each other, connecting into one piece, which is pleasing to the eye. I was in a good mood, took my camera from my backpack, and snapped a few pictures of the beautiful scenery in front of me. After taking the photo, I walked along the lake embankment with my camera, and when I saw the scenery that I thought was good, I raised my camera to take a picture. After walking for more than an hour, I felt that my legs were a little sore, and there was a stone bench under a thick weeping willow on the shore, so I sat down and rested.
It is a secluded path that surrounds the embankment of the lake, opposite a dense forest. I fiddled with the camera and looked through the pictures inside. At this time, a woman in a white dress came to the front of the path. The woman was carrying a small black bag in her hand and was walking towards this side. When the girl came up to me, she stopped and looked at me, and I casually said, "Can you take a picture for me?" The girl readily agreed. I stood under the willow tree and posed, the vast lake as a background.
After taking the picture, I said, "Let's go together?" The girl nodded, and we walked along the lake together. The girl told me she was local. Because they are passers-by who meet in Pingshui, they will run to each other in the blink of an eye, so there is no concealment and prevarication in speaking. I told the girl frankly about my life situation and the purpose of this trip. The girl also told me some of her time. The woman said she had been married for less than half a year, but her husband had cheated on another girl. She was fretting about it.
In recent days, the woman finally couldn't help but mention this matter to her husband. The woman's husband admitted it, but he did not admit his mistake or repent, saying that he was just playing with the girl.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Divorce." The woman said emphatically.
"Yes, away from the fuck..." I said indignantly. The woman looked at me in surprise, "Don't you hate such people too?" "My ex-wife was also such a person, running away with a rich man in his fifties... I hate widowed women... I said indignantly, "Sometimes after drinking I really want to kill her, such a woman will not have a good ending!" The woman said cautiously, "Well, let's not talk about these things!" Affecting the mood..." The woman jumped lightly to the side of the bridge, held the railing and said, "Can you take a picture for me?"
"Willing to serve!" I took a few pictures of the woman in earnest. The woman ran over to see. As he watched, he shouted, "The level is very good!"
"It's your pretty look!" I say.
"Can you have a group photo?" Even if you know each other, you will keep a memorial later..."
I looked at Liu Xiaoli and asked.
"Yes!" She said cheerfully
I switched the camera to selfie mode, and there was a green trash can on the sidewalk, so I borrowed it as a prop and took a group photo for us.
The shooting is not bad, the lotus pond behind it is very beautiful, Liu Xiaoli smiled very brightly, but I was a little dissatisfied with the status quo on my face.
"I'm going to keep it!" I held up my camera and said.
During the conversation, we left each other's names, mobile phone numbers and qq. Her name is Liu Xiaoli. She looks really pretty, a white dress, standing tall, fair and delicate skin, clear Dan Phoenix eyes exude the wind. I believe that when I meet a man who knows how to love her, it must be a natural thing. But why would such a good woman meet such an uncultured bestial man? I looked at this lovely woman in front of me, and I didn't feel my heart fluttering, and I liked this woman who was as clear as a lake.
I gently went to take the woman's hand, and she did not resist, but obediently put her hand into the palm of my hand. That slippery little hand was so soft that it seemed to have melted in my palm. My heart was melted away by her at that moment. Surrounded by a jungle of green trees, we walked hand in hand along a path into the woods.
The grass in the woods is paved, and stepping on it is silent, like walking on a soft carpet. The further you go in, the taller and denser the trees become, and the grass on the ground becomes more lush, which is slightly desolate.
In the silence, tiny birdsongs faintly came from the treetops. The woman leaned toward me and said softly, "Brother, I'm a little scared!" I stopped and looked around, and it was true that there were a few hints of gloom coming from the depths of this dense forest from time to time. I comforted the woman and said, "Nothing to be afraid of, in the daytime." This is because the forest deep sunlight can't shine in, it's just a bit cool. ”
The woman smiled and put her mind at ease. There was a long stone chair in the grass right in front of me, and I said, "Go sit there." The woman understood, and we walked over and sat down on the stone chairs. As soon as we sat down, we hugged each other and kissed each other.
After about half an hour, we both stood up and walked out of the woods holding hands. The doubt is that the further we go out, the deeper the grass beneath our feet, and the sunlight has been completely blocked out. The woman clung to me tightly: "There seems to be no way out?"
There was a noticeable panic and uneasiness in her voice. I comforted her and said, "Maybe we turned!" I took my phone out of my pants pocket and opened the compass, determined the north-south direction, and thought with my hand, "Go forward in this direction without turning, you can get out in a moment." I don't believe that just such a palm-sized forest can't go out! I took the woman's hand and strode forward. Every time I walked, I looked down at the compass on my phone.
In fact, I was a little frightened in my heart, because I remembered the ghost train again, whether it was a dream or a reality, I couldn't tell. I forced myself not to think about it. But the gloomy atmosphere in the woods seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and a layer of sweat came out of my back, and as soon as I was blown by the cool breeze, I got goosebumps on my body.
We walked for another half an hour, still not seeing the edge of the woods. According to the time calculation, there are three pieces of woods that have also gone out. But we've been going in the direction of the compass! We stopped in unison, and I turned my head to look at the woman's face and shouted involuntarily, "Ah, your face..."
It turned out that Liu Xiaoli's face had become bloodless and pale as paper at this time; and her gaze had become so indifferent, as if she didn't know me at all. I shook her hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
As if she hadn't heard me again, she got rid of my hand and walked forward. I hesitated and followed. Liu Xiaoli's actions at this time are similar to the previous judgments, which makes me feel deeply funded.
The grass that had not reached the calf kept stumbling, and I was very tired of walking. Looking up at Liu Xiaoli again, her body was so light, straight as if floating in the grass, and a moment of kung fu had pulled me behind. I shouted, "Liu Xiaoli wait for me..."
She stopped and waited for me to follow. I said, "You've become a Scud, how come you're going so fast?" She said expressionlessly, "Brother, I don't know what's going on!" Just like the body has no weight, the wind can blow..."
"Don't scare me, you're not a ghost!" I interrupted her and held up my phone again to look in the direction.
"Go, go on." I grabbed Liu Xiaoyan's hand, "Why is your hand so cold!" ”
I said in surprise.
。 "Yeah, how can I not feel it!" Liu Xiaoli said lightly.
"Don't you feel the heat in my hands?"
"I can't feel it!"
"Nonsense!" I dragged her and kept going. As he was walking, a dilapidated hut appeared in the woods ahead. I said, "Let's go to the front and rest before we go!" ”。
Before arriving at the hut, I learned that this was a small temple. The plaque on the temple gate has long been eroded by wind and rain, and the couplets on the porches on both sides are also missing and illegible. The doors of the small temple are mottled with paint, and the hollow panes exude an air of damp decay. I pulled Liu Xiaoli to sit down on the cement platform in front of the temple, and through the woods in front of me, I could see a few rays of sunlight sprinkling on the jungle branches. I shouted excitedly, "Look, Sunshine! You'll be able to get out of this woods a little longer..."
Liu Xiaoli did not have the slightest intention of being happy, her face was still so pale, and her mood was very low. I think she must have thought about the entanglement with her husband again. I couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to divorce him?"
"I've already had a showdown with him!" Her voice sounded sad.
"Then what is his attitude?"
"He said that as long as I dared to divorce, he would kill me..."
Liu Xiaoli lowered her head and sobbed softly.
, that's a man...! Out of nowhere, I stood up violently, walking back and forth like a trapped beast in front of the temple. The breath in my chest still couldn't dissipate, and I slammed open the half-hidden temple door. Liu Xiaoli turned her head and looked at me: "Oh, I'm really angry!" He was talking angrily, and he really dared to kill me! Lend him a few guts! ”
The temple door opened wide, and curiosity prompted me to wander inside.
It was very dark in the room, and I stood where I was for a while, and then there was an image inside. I simply took out my phone and turned on the flashlight and looked around the room.
In front of me stood a tall Buddha statue, the old one was no longer the same, and I couldn't see anything but this Buddha statue.
The ground was soft and lukewarm, with a thick layer of dust, and the air was damp and cold. I was about to exit when the light of the flashlight swept over the side of the Buddha statue, as if a human face had flashed. I suddenly felt a chill in my back and thought I should hurry up and quit. But I couldn't help but look at it again. Suddenly, a pale human face stood out in the light. And I could clearly see that the face was still beating.
I yelled and ran out. Liu Xiaoli asked, "What's wrong, like a corpse!" ”
"Inside there is... There's a dead man..." I covered my chest and couldn't speak anymore, "No, it's not a dead man, it seems to be still moving..."
"What are the dead afraid of, I'll go in and have a look..."
Liu Xiaoli stood up and was about to go inside, I grabbed her arm, looked at her expressionless face and said, "Liu Xiaoli, I didn't expect your courage to be so big... I think we're better off running... Get out of the woods and call the police? ”
Liu Xiaoli broke free from my hand and floated lightly into the small temple. I stared blankly at the temple gate of the black hole cave, stunned.
After a while of kung fu, Liu Xiaoli walked out from inside with a woman in her hands. The woman was also wearing a white dress, her backpack facing upwards, and her long hair hanging upside down like a willow. I took three steps backwards in horror.
Liu Xiaoli gently placed the woman on the grass and turned her over. A dagger was thrust into her chest, and blood stained her chest red. Liu Xiaoli squatted on the ground and gently helped the woman with her hands to hold the messy hair stuck to her face.
I stared blankly at Liu Xiaoli's actions, and her boldness stunned me. I walked up trembling and touched the woman's hand, which was soft and a little warm. I yelled, "She's not dead, she's not dead... Hurry up and call the police..."
I quickly pulled out my phone and called 120 and 110.
At this moment, Liu Xiaoli was calling out to me: "Hey, come and see!" ”
I walked over to Liu Xiaoli, and she pointed to the woman on the ground and said with infinite sorrow, "You see, does she look like me?" ”
At this time, the face of the murdered woman was fully revealed, and I only looked at it once, and my heart couldn't help but jump wildly. The murdered woman looked exactly like Liu Xiaoli in front of her, except that her eyes were closed. And the skirts they wore were exactly the same—milky white skirts with a ring of blue trim at the neckline. The shoes are brown-red semi-tall leather shoes, and the shoes on their feet are no different.
I stared at Liu Xiaoli in front of me in amazement, unable to say a word. Liu Xiaoli took a small black leather bag from one of the woman's arms. She took her purse in her hand and watched it repeatedly... Then he picked up his own leather bag and put the two together to look at. Yes, even this little leather bag is the same. Liu Xiaoli opened the victim's purse and pulled out an ID card from inside. She only glanced at it once, then stood up and murmured, "Turns out I'm dead... Turns out I'm dead..."
The ID card slipped from her hand, and I picked it up to look at it, only to see that the ID card was printed with the words "Liu Xiaoli".
At this time, I saw Liu Xiaoli walking backwards, not walking, she was floating... I was stunned and chased after Liu Xiaoli and shouted, "Liu Xiaoli, where are you going...?" ”
"It was Liu Hu who killed me... It was my husband Liu Hu who killed me..." Liu Xiaoli's body suddenly floated off the ground, and she looked down at me with infinite sorrow, and a tear slipped from her face. I held out my hands and tried to grab her, but her body suddenly rose like a goose feather in the wind, rising rapidly, higher and higher, all the way up to the tree, and finally disappeared from my sight.
I went back to Liu Xiaoli's body, looked at it, and couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my nose.
I knew that Liu Xiaoli was completely dead at this time, and I was full of remorse. If I could have found her body in this broken temple in advance, I might have saved her life while her soul was still scattered.
I felt a moment of sadness, pounced on Liu Xiaoli's corpse, and blew air into her mouth one by one... However, it was too late, and Liu Xiaoli's body began to become cold and hard.
I forcibly endured the sadness, controlled my emotions, and took a few photos of Liu Xiaoli's body, and I wanted to tell them the truth when the police came.
5
I was lying on my bed at home when there was a screeching siren downstairs. Then there was the clutter of footsteps in the corridor. A hint of foreboding flashed through my mind. I hurried out of bed and tried to go out to see what was going on, but there was a heavy knock on my door.
As soon as I opened the door, seven or eight heavily armed SWAT officers poured in and surrounded me in a nightgown, seven or eight black hole guns facing me. Since I came back from Nanjing yesterday, I have experienced so many terrible and strange things on the way, and I am not afraid of death, let alone a few guns. But I'm still confused.
"Why did you break into people's houses?" I asked.
"What's your name?" A SWAT officer asked, without answering my question.
"Xiao Bin." I replied.
"What grandson is pretending to be, killing someone and still sleeping in bed?" Can you sleep soundly? A police officer scolded indignantly.
"You swear... Who did I kill? How did I not know...? ”
"At 2:15 p.m. the day before yesterday, you killed your ex-wife at work at Dahua Supermarket and absconded in fear of guilt. I don't know which of your tendons is wrong, escaped for a day and sneaked back home to sleep... Are you really fooling the cops? ”
"Don't mess with him, get caught!"
A pair of cold handcuffs were on my wrists.
In the interrogation room, two policemen were taking notes for me. They didn't ask me anything, but turned on the computer and asked me to see a copy of the surveillance video. I stared dead at the computer screen: the bustling customers of the supermarket were leisurely shopping for what they wanted to buy, and the salesman in a white shirt and blue pants overalls was shuttling between customers. Everywhere is a peaceful atmosphere of thriving business.
In front of the shelves of the cosmetics counter, I saw my ex-wife, who was holding a bottle of cosmetics in her hand and trying to recommend it to her customers.
"Look, that's my ex-wife..." I pointed to the screen with my hand.
"Shut up, look good!" An interrogator said.
I stared at the screen again. Then I saw a man in black jacket in the video walking toward my ex-wife. At this time, the interrogator used the mouse to freeze the man, then enlarged his face, and said coldly: "Who is this?" ”
"It's me." I recognized the man as myself.
"Did you admit it?"
"It's really me." I replied.
"What are you going to do?"
"Maybe go buy something like shampoo." I say.
"Ahem! Buy shampoo... Fuck..." the interrogator scolded indignantly. Then I pressed the mouse again, and the man in the video began to walk again, getting closer and closer to my ex-wife, and one of his hands slowly touched his waist. At this time, the ex-wife was sending the customer who bought cosmetics away. As soon as she looked up, her gaze met the man,And at the same time she saw the man's arm swing and make an arcing motion in the air, and she saw a dagger inserted into my ex-wife's chest.
I couldn't help but shout, "No..." In the video, I saw my wife slowly falling into a pool of blood, and the next picture was chaotic, full of people running around, accompanied by a series of terrified screams. The picture does not show how the man escaped. After watching the video, I covered my face and sobbed.
"Still crying! Regret it, right? Impulse is the devil, there is no such thing as selling regret medicine! The interrogator reprimanded.
"Look up, and you'll recognize yourself again!" One of the interrogators reversed the video, pressed it, and pressed the pause button as the man inserted the knife into her chest. Then he enlarged the man's face, "Recognize yourself... The murder weapon has also been tested, the handprint on it is exactly the same as yours, what else do you have to argue, ridiculous..."
I stared sheepishly at the face of the murderer in the video and thought, "That's not who I'm going to be!" ”
"Look at the time!" An interrogator's finger tapped on the screen. The time of the video is shown as Wednesday, April 10, 2010 at 14:15. It was exactly what happened the afternoon before yesterday.
At this time two interrogators sat behind the desk, and one of them picked up a pen, the tip of which rested on the book.
"Say, tell me in detail about your motives and the process of killing people, and you can't leak a single detail... Honestly! "Suddenly, out of thin air, it pulled me back from the chaos back to reality.
"I never thought about killing her, nor did I go to the supermarket to commit murder... Really, the day before yesterday, the whole day, I wasn't in the city..."
A headache made me really can't say it anymore.
There was a moment of silence in the interrogation room, and the panting of the two interrogators could be heard quietly. I know they're already angry, but I can't cooperate with them very well.
After half a minute of silence, finally an interrogator could not hold his breath, slammed the book on the table, and rushed over to look at me with a sharp thud. I even brought a chair to the side. The interrogator gasped and sat back down at the table, staring at me as I sat on the ground, his eyeballs about to fall out.
"In fact, I can fucking shoot you without interrogation without signing, but I just want to go through a procedure, you don't know..." Speaking of anger, he grabbed the water cup and smashed it at me, my head was tilted, and the water cup fell on the ground and shattered.
"Hahaha... Haha..." I burst out laughing at the angry interrogator.
"Neurosis, what are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at why you two don't go home and pick up the baby... Hahaha..." I got up from the ground and paced back and forth.
"I ask you, you weren't in the city yesterday, where are you?" Another interrogator, who had not lost his temper, asked.
"It's like a question!" I laughed.
"Nonsense, just answer."
"I was in Nanjing the day before yesterday."
"Who can prove it?"
"I went alone, and no one proved it."
"Uh huh huh..."
This time it was the interrogator's turn to laugh at me: "Hmm, why don't you say that you drove the 'God Six' to the moon the day before yesterday?" The interrogator next to him snorted, and he whispered in his other ear, "Eighty percent of this prisoner is insane!" ”
"I'm sober..." he protested loudly, "can you be patient enough to listen to me about my experiences a few days ago, maybe it will help with this case?" The two men looked at each other and nodded.
"Say it, be brief, and see how you make it up." One of the interrogators said.
"The day before yesterday, late at night on The Ninth of April, I got on a ghost train heading south..."
"Are you telling us both ghost stories?" Speaking of conciseness, but not lyrical! The interrogator interrupted me and said impatiently.
Then, though, under my narration, the two judges gradually quieted down, their eyes fixed on me, apparently drawn to the story I was telling. When I spoke of the female ghost on the ghost train, I saw that the faces of the two interrogators were quite dignified. I don't know if they can believe me, but with these two loyal listeners, I will be shot and unjustly executed.
When I talked about my poignant love affair with the ghost Liu Xiaoli, I burst into tears.
My two-day experience during the trip was finally over, and the interrogation room was dead silent. Even the sound of a needle landing on the ground can be heard.
After a long silence, an interrogator said: "Your story is very well made up, it is a pity that you are not a novelist... I'd love to believe it's a true story..."
The two men glanced at each other, one after the other, and walked out of the interrogation room.
In the afternoon, two interrogators accompanied a man of about fifty years of age to the interrogation room.
One of the interrogators said, "This is our criminal police captain, and he has a few words to ask you, and you have to answer honestly."
I nodded.
The captain said, "I called the Nanjing side." You're right that on the afternoon of April 10, around two o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday, there was a murder in the woods of Nanjing's Xuanwu Lake Park. Yes, the name of the deceased was Liu Xiaoli, a native of Nanjing. The murderer's name is Liu Hu, it is Liu Xiaoli's newly married husband, and the murderer has been arrested that night.
Before liu Xiaoli died, she wore a milky white dress and carried a small black leather bag on her arm... The director lit a cigarette, took a sharp sip, and stared into my eyes like a falcon: "Tell me honestly, how did you know about this case?" The case was not reported? ”
"I saw it with my own eyes. Or I found Liu Xiaoli's body in a broken temple in the woods! I said solemnly.
"There must be people in the Nanjing public security system who you know, and they revealed this case to you... You say, isn't it? ”
I shook my head helplessly.
"However, this case is not exactly as you say. For example, Liu Xiaoli's body was found by two park administrators. Also, you said that you had played 110 and 120, and the police over there had checked the records and there was no mobile phone number on the police phone; the owner of the lake cruise boat rental called the police. Of course, this boss is not the first witness to the corpse! ”
"Of course it wasn't him, the first witness was me, it was me and Liu Xiaoli who found Liu Xiaoli's body..." Speaking of this, I was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain myself.
"I see you're deliberately distorting the truth..." said the captain, "and the boss said that it was a couple who found the bodies..."
"A couple?" I interrupted the director doubtfully.
"According to the description of the shipyard owner. He was repairing the cruise ship on the shore when suddenly someone in the woods across the street shouted for help. After a while, he saw a man and a woman running out of the woods. The two men ran toward his cruise ship dock holding hands, looking panicked. ”
The couple ran to the boss and told him about the discovery of a murder in the broken temple. Then the owner of the cruise ship called the police. When he finished the call, he saw that the couple had taken hands and run away. ”
The director spewed out a puff of smoke: "What, it's time to tell the truth, right?" Do you think you're making up a reason not to be there to get out of this case? Don't the surveillance footage and fingerprints on the murder weapon cost you your life...? ”
The director suddenly raised his voice and looked at me majestically.
Ignoring his words, I asked, "Didn't you ask the boat owner what the woman was wearing?"
"It's a white dress!" The director said.
"The milky white dress..." I murmured and repeated, suddenly hitting a spirit and saying loudly, "The woman who called the police is Liu Xiaoli!" I then asked, "What kind of clothes is that man wearing?" ”
"It seems like a black clip overcome..." said the director thoughtfully.
"Oh, that man must be me... That's right, the couple is me and Liu Xiaona. Did you know that there were two of us in the woods at that time..."
"Nonsense! You said that you went to Nanjing alone! ”
Director Daunou dao.
"I went alone. Liu Xiaoli was the one I met in the park... No, it should be Liu Xiaoli's soul! ”
again, I'll beat you! The director squinted at me with sad eyes, as if he were looking at a deranged person.
I sat down in my chair, infinite sadness welling up in my chest. I can't explain it, and I don't want to explain anything to them anymore. I felt tired. But I suddenly remembered something, and it made my eyes light up.
I said, "Director, I think I can prove that I'm not at the scene of the crime!"
The director smiled coldly, "You said..."
"Please go to my house and get my camera, don't the pictures in there prove it?"
"What photo?"
"It was Me and Liu Xiaoli taking pictures at Xuanwu Lake."
"Hmm, funny. If you were really together that day, I would be able to accuse you of killing Liu Xiaoli. However, Liu Xiaoli's murderer has been found, which one are you playing? It's to give us a trance array! ”
"I corrected it, it was a photo taken by me with Liu Xiaoli's soul, because the day I traveled away was late at night on the ghost festival, so I met a ghost." Next, I boarded a ghost train. I entered Xuanwu Lake, just in time for the murder. Twenty-four hours after death, the soul will not disperse, so I met Liu Xiaoli's soul in the park. In fact, at that time, Liu Xiaoli did not know that she had been killed. We saw each other as we were, and we fell in love..."
"Enough! Don't mess around! The director slapped his hand on the table, and the shock cup jumped up. Say, "You two go get his camera." ”
6
The camera was taken. The director took the camera in his hand and looked at me with a smirk, "Let's guess if there is a ghost in your camera... Hmmm..."
The director's unsound laughter echoed in the dead silence of the interrogation room.
The director pressed the opening key of the camera and began to look through the photos inside.
"Xuanwu Lake... Shooting time: April 10, 2010 at 1:15. The director silently read it out, and the two policemen also gathered around to see it.
The director continued to flip downwards.
"Who is this girl?" The director shouted at me with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.
"Is it a girl in a white dress?"
I asked.
"That's right..." replied the director.
"Is it possible that the background of the white dress leaning against the wooden railing is the former lush lotus leaves?" I was asking.
"Yes, this is the girl?" The director stared at me just waiting for my answer.
"This still needs to be asked, this is Liu Xiaoli." I said decisively, with a hint of schadenfreude in my voice.
I saw the director's brush white.
"Look at the date..." said one officer
"April 10, 2010 at 3:45." Another officer read it out.
"It doesn't prove that you're on the scene, you have to have your picture!" The director said calmly
"Keep going down!" I say.
"Captain, this... This boy... A photo with Liu Xiaoli..." A police officer stammered.
"The time is..."
"Don't think about the time, keep looking..." The captain's voice was tinged with obvious fear.
I knew that the next one might be Liu Xiaoli's body lying in the grass in front of the broken temple. Sure enough, the three of them shouted in horror at the same time: "Liu Xiaoli's body..."
The camera fell to the ground and made a muffled noise. The room was immediately silent.
I looked up at them dumbfounded, and said happily, "I believe I wasn't at the scene of the crime this time, right?"
No one paid any attention to me. The air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze, and only the heavy breathing of several people could be heard rising and falling with each other. The director's hand holding the camera still maintains the camera posture, but his hands are shaking.
After a long time, the director gradually calmed down. The director stared at me with a strange look for a while and said, "Is that 'ghost train' you talking about real, or did you have a dream on the train?" ”
"Really, I promise!" I say.
I now think of the female ghost I met on the train, and I still have palpitations.
"Which other photo of Liu Xiaoli and you?" There was a deep fear in the director's eyes as he stared at me.
"Are the photos still fake?" I didn't kill my ex-wife at all... I've been wronged..."
I was really confused, to say that I didn't do this, then the monitor is the man, not who am I? And fingerprints, my fingerprints...
"Are you twin brother again?"
The director asked thoughtfully.
"No, my parents gave birth to one of me, and I swear."
I raised my right hand and said.
The director sat behind his desk and stared at me for a long time, then suddenly stood up and commanded:
"This is a dangerous person, first put in jail and then say."
"Why lock me up, I have evidence of not being present...!" I yelled.
"Your case is so bizarre that we have to find the real murderer before we can release you."
The director strode out of the interrogation room.
I was put in a makeshift prison, provisionally classified as a murderer, and turned into a spurious prisoner. At first, I resisted vigorously, using various methods to attract the attention of the prison guards. For example, hunger strikes, suicide by hitting walls, verbally abusing prison administrators, fighting with fellow inmates...
Eventually, I was reclassified as a psychopath and was put in a single cell. So I don't make a fuss, it seems that all the purpose of attracting attention is to win this condition.
In fact, before I went to prison, I was indeed a quiet person. I like to think about some questions, such as the future, such as the universe, about where the soul goes after death, I prefer to study... When I didn't have a mortgage on my house, I started to study what kind of passion a touring car would bring to life... In short, I just don't care about what's in front of me.
Absent-mindedness made me unemployed, the family's funds could not make ends meet, my wife was cold to me, complained continuously, and finally even the horizontal eyebrows were too lazy to cross. After that, she divorced and took the children with her. All this was expected by me, so I don't blame her, some are just ashamed of my ex-wife, but not regret . Because I know I can't change myself.
I would like to ask, how can I, a person with a meek and rational personality, who does not want to change the status quo, kill my wife? Besides, she's still earning money to raise my son for me, how could I do such an asshole thing?
After I was locked up for a dozen days, my ex-wife's parents took me to court for murder. After the trial, the judge was speechless after looking at the photographic evidence I submitted. The judge asked me to state what had happened, and I had to repeat the incident of the female ghost I met on the train, and I liked to talk about it. After I finished speaking, my heart was trembling and shrinking, and the judge stared at me condescendingly, as if he were looking at a monster, just like the director had when he first interrogated me.
"It seems that Xiao Bin's little boy is not lightly ill, so let's close it first!" Otherwise it would be dangerous to release it..."
The judge glanced at me with pity and flashed quickly.
"That... Photos in the camera...? ”
The director leaned in and gently asked the judge.
"The photos... The judge stroked his smooth chin for a moment and said, "Take the camera to the repair shop and check it out to see if there is anything wrong!" ”
The judge's decisive tone gave a sense of competence and composure.
"This picture seems to..." The director wanted to stop talking
"Say..."
"The photo is a bit evil, is it a ghost photo...?" The director scratched the back of his head and hesitated to ask the judge for advice.
"Nonsense! You're promoting superstition! Don't forget what department we are... Nonsense...
The judge was furious.
The director shook in fright, and his neck quickly shrank back
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I sat only three steps away from the high judge, and I heard these words very well. When I saw this plot, I somehow wanted to laugh, it was laughter, it was laughter...
So I laughed unabashedly. Just laughing and feeling satisfied, I leaned back in my chair and twisted exaggeratedly, and kept pounding my chest with my fists.
"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Tears of laughter flowed out with my snot.
"Sick again!" Quick, quick, pull him out..."
The director shouted over and tugged at my clothes with his hands, and two policemen ran up. Before they could come up and twist my arm, I quickly rubbed a handful of thick snot on the new police uniform on the director's chest.
The interrogation ended, and I was sent to a single cell.
"Am I really a murderer?"
When I was full, I wandered around the cell less than ten square meters, thinking, and asking myself over and over again. I kept reminiscing about the love affair with Liu Xiaoli in Nanjing Xuanwu Lake Park. That's right, it was love, the only love I had ever had with a ghost!
And the ghost train I was on, the evil ghost I saw for the first time.
No one believed what I said, so I became a madman in people's hearts.
One day, the director came to visit me with a police officer. I was sitting on a single bed thinking about another world. Suddenly, the sound of the door lock was heard, the door opened, and the director stood in the doorway.
"Xiao Bin, you come with me, there is something to talk to you about!" The director's eyes were wandering, and I couldn't figure out what he was going to talk to me about, but I decided to go with him anyway. Before I could step up, two police officers came up and put one arm around me and went out.
"Grinding and rubbing..." one of them said impatiently. I said in my heart, these people are really unreasonable, obviously you need to talk to me, are you still so rude? Hey, forget it! Talk to them about these things, they are some arrogant guys...
I blurted out, him! ”
"You swear...?" A police officer's face, red on the ground, glared at me.
"No, no! I scolded Liu Xiaoli's ghost, just now she came to haunt me again! She comes every day, and she comes in her dreams..." I argued.
They took me to the office where I was being interrogated. The director sat behind the desk, he looked at me sitting on the stool in front of him, pondered for a while, and said: "Xiao Bin, do you know why you are taking you out?" ”
I shook my head and said in my heart: Excuse me, Lao Tzu is not a roundworm in your belly, I can know what you are thinking!
"Let's be blunt, yesterday our police officers found a body under a bridge hole in a ditch, and this body looks like you imagined... Of course, the specific details are difficult to identify, because the body is already puffy and swollen in the water..."
"Hahaha..." Before he could finish, I burst out laughing, "Just a corpse will say it's me, so who am I?" ”
"The point is that we found a wallet in the pants pocket of the corpse, which contained an ID card in addition to a few cash... It's your ID card..."
The director's gaze instantly became sharp.
I looked at the director sheepishly and couldn't say a word.
The director bowed his head and pondered for a while and said, "I initially suspect that this murder case may really have nothing to do with you, that the murderer deliberately planted bribes to frame..."
Director Ding analyzed in a detective-like tone: "Looking very much like you, you can use transfiguration..."
"Director, the transfiguration technique mentioned in martial arts novels has long been lost, right?"
A police officer reminded.
"You know what, don't you do this in the plastic surgery hospital now, men can give you a woman...!"
"Oh." The officer was speechless.
"As for the authenticity of the ID card, it has also been verified, and there is no doubt that it is true." This means that you once made up an ID card, and then the one you lost was found again, which is very normal; why did he put the charge on you when he was not normal..." Director Ding pinched his chin and thought about it and continued, "I think this murder must be your enemy... Or was it once a third party outside of your husband and wife...? ”
Director Ding said this and stared at me with a pleading look, "Do you think about it?" ”
I said almost without thinking, "No, I am a good citizen who abides by the law." As far as I know, she didn't give me a green hat either, and I don't know it behind my back!"
Director Ding was still pondering, when the phone rang. A police officer went over to answer the phone.
"Director, the forensic doctor is calling you."
Director Ding left his desk and walked to the telephone and picked up the phone.
"Hey! Yes, it's me... You say..."
……
"Okay, got it, thanks. Good bye! ”
Captain Ding finished answering the phone, and the arm holding the telephone was frozen in his ear, and his legs were visibly shaking. Two police officers walked up and asked softly, "Director, what's wrong with you?"
"Director, are you all right?" Asked again.
Director Ding slowly put down the phone, turned his head to stare at me, and the panic in his eyes was exposed.
"A few days ago, the forensic doctor tested the DNA of that corpse and your parents' DNA, which shows that the corpse is Xiao Bin..."
The director pointed at my fingers and trembled, "Who the hell are you?" Both officers also focused their eyes on me at the same time.
"Who am I?" Who am I..." I stood up from my stool with a blank look on my face.
"Quick, lock him up first!" The director shouted in panic, and the Buddha stood in front of him with a ghost.
In fact, I was originally a ghost, but I was still a little reluctant to the human world, and after I died, I did not immediately report to Hades, so that I became a half-human, half-ghost monster.
"Hahahahaha..." I laughed and followed the officer into the cell.
I knew the case was going to be far away because it was hard to convict a ghost.
(End)