It was a woman wearing red clothes with long hair whose appearance was unclear.
I don't know if I was really hallucinating or if I encountered something dirty, but I prefer the former.
I slapped my face, thinking I might be hallucinating.
Then he turned on the faucet and returned to the bedroom, ready to take off his clothes and take a good rest.
Maybe if I feel refreshed tomorrow morning, this kind of thing won't happen again.
I am not a particularly timid person, but the moment I took off my clothes, I suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing from my waist.
To be precise, it was as if someone was using a pair of cold clothes.
His hand scratched my waist.
Hyakuki Night Talk once mentioned that if you suddenly feel someone scratching your neck or waist when you are alone in the toilet or in darkness, do not touch it, because you may put it on your body.
Push your head or upper body down.
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel numb.
Although I know that this book may be a weird book, I have been influenced by it since I was a child, but I have always maintained a taboo attitude towards the theory of ghosts and gods.
This thing exists if you believe it, but it may not exist if you don’t believe it.
I swallowed and lay naked in the quilt.
I turned off the light in the room long before I finished washing my face.
I could feel my panic.
It was a feeling of my heart rising to my throat and then banging against my throat.
My back was still cold, and I cursed myself several times, thinking I should close the window.
The room was very quiet now, so quiet that there was no movement except the ticking of the wall clock.
There is also light from street lamps and moonlight on the ceiling.
"Luckily it's not all dark," I muttered.
Although I'm a little tired, I'm not the kind of person who can fall asleep just by touching the pillow.
However, this problem of mine made me discover something that made me even more panicked.
I heard the gasps of others.
The kind of sound that is so urgent that it sounds like the last parting gasps of a terminally ill old man.
My eardrums were filled with this sound and the pounding of my heartbeat.
I curled up and remembered a report I had read, which said that people who were scared to death would have dilated pupils and bulging eyes.
In short, their death would be ugly.
I don't even dare to look back now, for fear that there will be an unrecognizable dirty thing lying next to me, "gurgling" at me.
I was even afraid that there was a body under my bed, lying in the same position as me on the cold floor of my house.
I admit, I'm scared.
During the year I was in the antique business, I heard countless strange things.
But this is the first time this has happened to me.
I couldn't help but think of the woman in red with long hair that I saw in the bathroom, and imagined that she had a rotten and ferocious face, and a voice that could sing beautiful songs.
My hands were clenching the quilt, and my mind was in chaos.
The fragmented fragments combined together were more like a nightmare, lingering in my mind.
I closed my eyes and tried to let myself fall asleep.
However, the method of seeing ghosts mentioned in Hyakuki Night Talk came to mind.
I thought to myself, if there were no ghosts in the house, I wouldn’t be so scared, or maybe I was the one scaring myself.
Generally speaking, people cannot see ghosts.
Generally speaking, they are not in the same dimension.
But there is always a chance.
There are four kinds of people in this world who can see ghosts.
One kind of people is babies.
Newly born babies can see ghosts because their hearts are clear and pure, so babies always see ghosts.
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The crying is actually caused by him being able to see things that he should not be able to see.
Another type of person is a person with low arrogance.
This arrogance actually refers to luck.
If a person's Qi eyes are too low, he can see ghosts.
There is another kind of person who studies Buddhism and Taoism.
Of course, only those who sink their minds to study Buddhism and Taoism diligently and have the root of wisdom can see it.
The last type of people are those who are about to die.
These people are haunted by the spirit of death and are like walking corpses.
They can see ghosts because ghosts also see them as ghosts.
I consider myself not one of these four types of people, but it is recorded in Hyakuki Night Talk that in addition to these four types of people being able to see ghosts, they can also see ghosts through some special supplies.
Cow tears, cat blood, and wearing a raincoat upside down and a high hat.
The first and second methods both make use of the principle that these two animals can see ghosts, while the third method is to let the ghosts think you are a ghost.
In fact, it is said that dogs can drive away evil spirits, and some even wear dog teeth.
But in fact, cats are better at exorcising evil spirits than dogs, but they are lazy by nature and don’t want to take care of these things.
If you have a cat at home, you will probably know that when you are watching TV or sleeping, you will find that your cat has been staring at you.
It is not curious or fond of you.
But it wants to make sure you are dead or not, it is waiting to eat your flesh.
Cats are born with evil spirits and belong to the Y species.
To deal with ghosts, you don't necessarily need to find something like pure yang.
Ghosts are not only afraid of yang, they are also afraid of evil, and they are afraid of evil that contains more evil spirits than themselves.
Cats are one of them.
Cats that have eaten meat from dead people can even swallow souls.
I was thinking about these things about cats and dogs, thinking that I must go to the market to buy a cat tomorrow.
Gradually, my sleepiness became stronger, but the fear in my heart still lingered.
I had a nightmare that day.
I dreamed of a beautiful woman with a hot body lying next to me and touching my chest.
But when she raised her head, it turned out to be a rotten and hideous face.
I screamed and woke up from my dream.
The dazzling sunlight shined on my bed through the gaps in the curtains.
I exhaled.
It was so real, so real that I thought it was real.
I yawned and stretched.
Even though I didn't sleep well last night, I was still a little energetic.
But when I saw what was going on around me, all the fatigue I felt was gone.
There were messy clothes around, a sofa with holes in it, broken teacups, and the sound of running water in the bathroom.
All this put me into an inexplicable panic.
I felt my scalp was numb, and the cold feeling coming from the side of my face made me turn my head quickly.
Jar, earthy blue clay pot.
I stared at the dull pottery pot with wide eyes, my heartbeat pounding in line with the speed of my blinking.
For a long time, I tremblingly picked up a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it.
Tobacco has not paralyzed my nerves.
Even though I am terrified now, it does not mean that I have lost my mind.
First of all, there can't be a thief here.
My house lives on the fifth floor.
When I came back, the doors and windows were locked.
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Besides, Waiting for the door and window, I couldn't help but be shocked.
I always thought that the coolness last night was because I didn't close the window.
So if I closed the window, I suddenly walked to the window sill like a hair and suddenly pulled the curtains.
The window seemed to be full of cherry blossoms, blood red.
I took a closer look and yelled, what the hell are those cherry blossoms there?
They are just bloody handprints.
I opened my mouth slightly, and then yanked the curtains shut.
I was now so afraid of mirrors that I didn't even dare to go to the bathroom.
I was afraid that when I looked in the mirror I would see something behind me.
I felt my heartbeat beating fiercely in my chest and almost bursting out of my chest, one after another.
After a long while, I calmed down a bit, then I found my cell phone and dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a long time.
"Hey Mr.
Liu, I'm Lin Bei.
I'm going to go to your place now.
I'm crazy."
Hearing what I said about the trouble, the person on the other end of the phone quickly agreed and told me to come over quickly.
I hurriedly put on my clothes, without even washing my face.
I took the jar and went out, then called a taxi and went straight to the south of the city.
The person who just spoke to me is called Ma Liuzhi, and others call him Liuye.
Not that he had a hand with six fingers, but that he only had six fingers left.
I only got to know him through the antique business.
Ma Liuzhi is not a well-known figure in Taizhou, but in the eyes of the antique black market and some people who touch coffins, he is simply like a living god.
Looking for dragons, exploring sex, exorcising ghosts and divination, to put it bluntly, Ma Liuzhi is a person who eats y-yang, but he is not an out-and-out Mr. yin-yang.
He would usually be asked to help look at coffins, help find black market buyers to use exposed weapons, and he would also do things like telling people's fortunes and exorcising ghosts.
To put it bluntly, as long as he has money, Ma Liuzhi can do anything.
It’s also because my grandfather and the old housekeeper worked in this business.
Last time I was drinking, I let it slip.
Ma Liuzhi said that he was destined to me, so he left me a phone number.
I didn’t expect that I would actually be able to use him. .
Ma Liuzhi has made a lot of money in Tiantai City in the past few years.
I dare not say too much, but it is more than enough to buy a house.
But he has to live in a basement, so that even in his forties, he has not even married a wife. .
No one knows why Ma Liuzhi likes to live in the basement, but everyone who has seen Ma Liuzhi has said this.
"Demon, big demon."
I have seen Ma Liuzhi several times.
He has a gloomy appearance.
He is in his early forties, a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a stooped body and eyes like knives.
I really don't like being with Ma Liuzhi, whether talking or eating.
He was like a ball of dark, sticky and ferocious flesh.
If it got on it, even breathing would feel uncomfortable.
I got to the place and went into the basement with the jar.
The basement was extremely dark, with only a small light bulb hanging in the middle, emitting a dim light.
There were some strange things placed around, including animal bones and human bones.
The scene was like entering a witch's laboratory.
Ma Liuzhi lived in the inner hall, with a black cloth hanging on the door, a pitch-black cloth, and a black dog tied at the door.
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I have been here twice, and each time, the dog just looked at me and stopped looking.
But this time, it bared its white teeth and glared at me, and the ferocious wounds on its eyes made my heart palpitate.
"Master Liu, here I come, Master Liu."
I raised my head and shouted twice.
"Hey, you're here, kid."
As soon as he finished shouting, a rickety man who was only over 1.6 meters tall walked out of the back room, wearing a worn-out short-sleeve and large pants, looking at him with a smile on his face.
I.
"Master Liu, you have to save me this time, something big has happened."
When I saw Ma Liu pointed out, I quickly put the pottery pot in my hand on the table and looked at him with a wry smile.
In Tiantai City, Ma Liuzhi may be the only one who can save me.
But the moment he saw me, Ma Liuzhi's smile changed.
The originally weird and gloomy smile suddenly became very stiff, and his smiling eyes became like swords, scraping my face coldly.
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