When I woke up, my eyes were all white.
Surrounded by whitewashed walls, I lay on the only bed in the room and touched the sheets under me, which were still spotless white.
Why is this a hospital?
I got out of bed and found that I was still wrapped in the bath towel that ran out, and I couldn't help but frown.
No, if it was a hospital, the nurse would help me change into hospital clothes.
When I opened the door and walked out, my doubts deepened.
This is the living room.
The four empty walls are the same as the room I walked out of.
Except for the kitchen, there is not a single piece of furniture.
Even the kitchen doesn't seem to have much.
The whole room lacked the smell of living people.
"What on earth is this place?"
I frowned and thought carefully.
With a little effort, the face of the hanged man with a long scarlet tongue sticking out appeared in my mind.
I was so frightened that I quickly shook my head to block the scene.
There wasn't even a chair in the living room.
I stood for a while, feeling my throat was dry and thirsty, so I stood for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.
The white kitchen counter was clean, and when I opened the cupboard, as expected, there was nothing.
After searching for a long time, I finally found a glass in a cabinet above.
The cup sat there, and I raised my eyebrows and took the cup to the sink to get some water.
After drinking some water, I looked around, and there seemed to be footsteps in my ears.
I stopped moving and quietly walked out of the kitchen.
When I reached the living room, the footsteps got closer and closer.
The owner of the house is back Ding, soft sound.
The door opened.
I was inexplicably nervous, and my mouth became increasingly dry.
I held the cup and was about to take another sip.
Suddenly, there was a loose force, and the glass slipped from my hand and fell into pieces on the ground.
At the same time, people from outside came in.
He looks to be about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of old-fashioned black cloth shoes.
He is very handsome.
"Well," I looked at his pretty face and then at the glass shards on the ground, feeling a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I accidentally dropped your cup."
He glanced at the ground and then looked up at me.
He put one hand in his trouser pocket and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a wrist with a string of beads on it.
There seemed to be some words engraved on the bead, but I couldn't see clearly because it was too far away.
No one spoke, and the scene was awkwardly silent.
I licked my dry lips and asked him: "You saved me yesterday, right?
The beads on your wrist were Buddhist beads."
In my memory, there was indeed a figure who saved me from the hanging man.
It's him.
After hearing this, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he seemed to look at me seriously.
His fair face made his pupils darker, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable being stared at by such a pair of eyes.
Then his eyes moved down and seemed to stop.
I followed my line of sight and saw that I was wrapped in a bath towel with my entire shoulder exposed, and embarrassment immediately appeared on my face.
"There are clothes in the cabinet over there."
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He spoke.
This was the first time I heard his voice.
His tone was low and cold.
Wrapping up in a bath towel and talking for so long in front of a strange man, God knows I was terribly embarrassed.
"Oh."
I walked towards the room I just walked out of.
When I reached out to open the door, I found that I couldn't hold the doorknob.
I tried several times without success.
I was so anxious that my palms were sweating: "What's going on?"
I grabbed the doorknob a few times.
It was so strange.
It felt like I was grabbing the air.
"What?"
He seemed to sense that something was wrong, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice.
I became more and more nervous: "No, it's nothing."
As I answered, I put my hands and feet together, trying to hold the door and hold it.
Unexpectedly, something weirder happened.
My knees against the door and the hand holding the door handle seemed to disappear through the door.
"What, what's going on?"
I looked at my half-disappeared limbs in surprise.
I turned around to look at him anxiously, but I happened to meet his inquiring eyes.
My heart tightened.
I couldn't stand still and fell down completely. .
"Ah" my exclamation was interrupted, and then I showed a more frightened expression.
I lay on the ground, looking at the four white walls and the only bed.
This was clearly the inside of the room.
Look back at the door behind you.
I, I, I, I walked through that door.
The doorknob outside turned and he opened the door, standing at the door with a deep look.
I suppressed the trembling of my body and stood up, finally showing my guard against this strange and handsome man.
"I, what happened to me?
Why did I pass through the door and who are you?"
He moved a little, which made my tense nerves tighten involuntarily: "Don't come over."
He stopped, and I trembled and took a few steps back: "The red light on the bus yesterday and the person who killed the hanged man were you, right?
Why did you help me?
What is your purpose?
Why did I see those things?"
I asked questions one by one, and my thinking became clearer.
I was in trouble twice, and he saved me both times.
What a coincidence, it means that he followed me earlier.
By the way, someone spied on me when I went to withdraw money.
Could it be him?
Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine, and my voice involuntarily became louder: "Speak."
Maybe my sharp voice made him feel uncomfortable.
He frowned and backed out of the door: "Come out."
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He walked away, and then said to me who hesitated: "Get dressed first."
I gritted my teeth and thought about it, took out a white shirt from the closet, put it on, and then came to the living room.
He was leaning against the wall and waiting for me.
When he saw me coming out, he turned his head slightly and said in a cold voice: "You can ask three questions."
Three questions are not enough.
I will retort: "No" But he turned his head, his tired black eyes filled with incomparable seriousness.
His eyes were oppressive.
I was numbed by the sight of him, and the words in my mouth turned around involuntarily.
"Okay, okay."
Three is just three.
I thought about it and asked the most important question: "What happened to me just now?"
He leaned against the wall, one long leg slightly bent: "Your earthly soul has been shattered."
I was stunned and subconsciously asked: "What kind of earth spirit?"
He kept his posture unchanged, his tone was still as indifferent, and explained to me: "Humans have three souls and seven souls.
The three souls refer to heaven, earth, and life.
The life soul is the main soul of the human body.
The sky soul controls light, and the earth soul is the main soul."
The shadow formed by the light of the heavenly soul shining on the human soul, the earthly soul is also called the shadow soul.”
I listened in a daze and actually understood the gist: "Shadow Soul, you mean my shadow has been scattered."
"That's okay if you understand it that way."
He straightened up.
What do you mean I understand so much?
I hurriedly took a few steps forward: "What do you mean?
How could my shadow be scattered?
Who are you?
How do you know these strange things and those ghosts?"
"Hey, you're talking."
This was too unusual, and I was eager to get answers, which seemed a bit aggressive.
But he was very calm, glanced at me sideways, and said something that almost choked me to death: "There are only three questions, and you have already asked them."
"you" "I can help you recover the earth soul.
Now I have to go out and you stay here."
He said and walked towards the door.
"What" are you kidding?
What are you doing here?
I didn’t even want to chase after him: “Explain it to me first, hello.”
He held the doorknob, his side face dazzlingly white in the sun: "Bai Ming'an."
Bai Ming'an, what's his name?
I was stunned, and then I heard him say: "Stay here and wait for me to come back."
Then the door opened and closed immediately.
After he left, I stayed alone in the white living room, and the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong.
First of all, I don't trust him.
Things have been strange these past two days.
Although he saved me, it does not mean that he is not worthy of suspicion.
After all, his appearance was too coincidental and I knew nothing about him.
After thinking for a few minutes, I made a decision.
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I couldn't stay here and wait to die.
Who knows if he had any ulterior motives?
Bai Ming'an seemed very confident.
He didn't even lock the door, so I walked out easily
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