I pushed through the crowd and stood inside.
I happened to see a pale face turning towards me, staring into round dark eyes.
I gasped.
It was a woman in her twenties.
People nearby said she jumped to her death.
The woman was covered in blood, her neck was broken, and she turned her head away.
There was blood under her head, and a few bits of white liquid splattered on the surrounding cement floor.
However, the most frightening thing was the bright red dress covering the woman.
The body is covered with a big red coat.
I felt a little chill all over, and my fingers couldn't help but clasp the inner wall of the clay pot tightly.
Just as I was about to turn away, I happened to catch a glimpse of pitch black.
I saw the man in black robe again.
That weird black robe and his slightly thin back.
I will never forget and admit my mistake.
I even suspect that this matter has something to do with him.
Why do we need to cover her body with a red dress?
This dress is obviously covered at the back, but why don’t people around me find it strange?
Not doubting his presence, I turned around and walked home.
I have always believed that if it doesn't matter to me, I can just ignore it and just join in the fun.
I don't have the time to pretend to be a policeman on the spot to solve the case.
After all, there might be a "ghost" in my house, too.
The building in my house faces the sun, but the stairwell is very cold.
Even in broad daylight, the stairwell is quite cold.
Especially the fourth floor.
Every time I pass by the fourth floor, I feel a cool breeze blowing over me, which makes my scalp numb.
I quickly went upstairs, holding the clay pot in my hand.
As soon as I took out the key, I heard the sound of chewing something in the house.
I felt hairy and felt a chill all over my body.
There was probably no one at home, but I could clearly hear the sound of biting bones from the door.
I swallowed, wondering if I should open the door.
I can imagine a figure in red clothes squatting beside the sofa and eating everything in the house.
Suddenly, my pupils shrank, and I realized that I seemed to have overlooked something.
Without any time to think about it, I opened the door suddenly, and suddenly a gust of cool wind blew from inside the house to outside, and there was a musty smell.
The smell made me almost vomit.
Although I'm not very particular about personal hygiene, I don't think anything in my house will get moldy.
I carefully walked into the house carrying the jar.
The condition of the house was like a thief.
Everywhere was in a mess.
The walls and windows were covered with bloody fingerprints, and almost everything that could be destroyed in the room was destroyed.
However, what makes me suspicious is that my bedroom has always been intact, especially near the bed.
Suddenly, a "bang" sounded behind me.
I quickly turned around, only to see with my own eyes that the door was locked with a click.
Just like in a horror movie, my heart was beating fast, as if it was about to reach my throat and immediately rush out of my mouth.
It was obviously noon in the middle of summer, but I felt cold all over.
I put my hands together, holding the prayer beads Fa Rang gave me in my palms.
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I didn't dare to look around for fear of seeing something I shouldn't.
But I still felt like I was being stared at by an eye on my back, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.
However, as soon as I entered the house, the initial sound of biting bones disappeared.
It should be said that there was no sound at all.
Everything was like my hallucination.
But I know that "it" is still in this house.
I put the clay pot on my bedside table, then lay down on the bed, breathing heavily.
I could feel the tense nerves causing my temples to become extremely stiff.
I took out the book Hyakki Night Talk from under the pillow and flipped through it casually.
It must be that he subconsciously wants to see if there is any way to catch ghosts.
But when I turned the page, I happened to see a page that made my skin stand on end.
According to the records of the Night Talk of Hundred Ghosts, ghosts are actually divided into good and evil.
As early as ancient times, there were sayings about ghosts, demons, demons, monsters, and monsters.
Regardless of whether they are unjust ghosts or fierce ghosts, they are actually the incarnations of people who died in vain.
The so-called spirit after death is called ghost.
So what does it mean to die in vain?
Judge Cui of Cao Prefecture has a book of life and death in his hand.
It records when all animals, animals and all things are born and when they die.
As the saying goes, the King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch, but how dare he keep you until the fifth watch.
In ancient times, most of the loyal ministers and sycophants were beheaded by the executioner's knife.
Most of these people have resentments or obsessions with unfulfilled wishes.
This is the spirit.
If this spirit does not dissipate, it will turn into a ghost.
And because you died in vain in the human world, even though you have become a ghost, in the book of life and death, your life span is one minute to one second.
Ghosts cannot catch you, and you cannot be reincarnated.
To give the simplest example, it is like saying that you have a lifespan of one hundred years, but you were killed after you lived for fifty years.
Then you will have resentment, and if you have resentment, you will turn into a ghost.
At this time, in the book of life and death, you still have fifty years to live.
In these fifty years, you are just a lonely ghost, destined not to return to the underworld.
And the souls of the people killed by the executioner were imprisoned in this soul-raising vessel.
After hundreds of thousands of years, their Yang life has expired but they still cannot descend to the underworld.
They fight each other in this soul-raising vessel.
The last surviving one is called Li, which is also known as the fierce ghost in the common saying.
But in fact, to be precise, they are no longer ghosts.
This person has a yang lifespan, and ghosts also have a yang lifespan.
This man relies on the treasures of heaven and earth to prolong his life, while the ghost prolongs his life by devouring his own kind.
There is a saying in Liaozhai Zhiyi: "When people die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become mandrills.
Ghosts are afraid of mandrills, just like people are afraid of ghosts."
The meaning of this sentence is that after people die, they turn into ghosts, and the ghosts turn into mandrills after death.
The ghosts are afraid of mandrills, just like people are afraid of ghosts.
Although Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is also half true and half false, if you believe it, it exists, and if you don't believe it, it may not exist.
And there are a few words about this mandrill in the Night Talk of Hundred Ghosts that say this.
Mandrill is not good, it is a great evil.
The person who died and turned into a ghost was actually naked.
The so-called ghosts wearing white clothes were actually the shrouds burned by family members.
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However, no matter what color of shrouds you burned and put on the ghost, it would be a ghost. white.
The ghosts who have done good deeds during their lifetime and drink Meng Po soup to prepare for reincarnation are wearing purple clothes.
And this big red coat is the clothes worn by ghosts after they transform into evil spirits and swallow their souls.
This kind of ghost is an evil ghost and a mandrill.
The so-called "Purple clothes are thin, ghosts without clothes, Huangquan is helpless to wait for you to return.
White clothes are tight, red clothes are fierce, the sex is unpredictable and there is no trace."
The twenty-six words of "Yangyangsasa" have been passed down for hundreds of years by those who practice Taoism, explore and catch ghosts.
The song of the year.
When I saw this, I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my eye.
I thought that this time I really encountered a hard idea.
Isn't it the mandrill that ran out of the soul-raising vessel?
I scratched my numb scalp vigorously, thinking that none of the hundred ghosts' night talks mentioned how to tame this mandrill.
Could it be that I really deserved this fate?
I put the book down and stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling an indescribable feeling in my heart.
Suddenly, I found a few pieces of wall peeling off the ceiling, and I subconsciously stared at that location.
A trace of dark red liquid slowly flowed down the corner of the wall, and my eyes widened.
The liquid turned from a strand to a wisp, and then flowed down from the corner like a river.
The sound covered the entire floor.
I smelled the disgusting strong smell of blood, and there was blood everywhere.
I didn't have time to think too much, so I picked up the Hyakuki Night Talk on the bedside and ran out.
Stepping on the sticky dark red blood on the ground, my heartbeat was pounding.
The violent beating made me feel like my heart would jump out of my chest.
I banged on the security door like crazy, but the door lock seemed to be rusty and wouldn't budge.
At this time, there was a strange "gurgling" laughter in my ears, and there was a hoarseness in the laughter.
I didn't dare to look back, I just pressed the door lock desperately, hoping that it would open like usual.
I wanted to shout, but no matter how hard I tried, there was no sound in my throat.
I thought bitterly in my heart, Lin Bei, Lin Bei, you really answered your name, your life is a tragedy.
The "chuckling" laughter got louder and louder, and got closer and closer.
My fingers were trembling, a trembling that made me feel weak.
The thick dark red blood slowly flowed back up my feet and onto my legs, and I could even feel the warm and cool touch.
I gave up and took the handle back from the door lock dejectedly.
Just as the blood flowed back to my neck, a strangely sweet laughter appeared in my ears: "Where are you going?"
I turned my head suddenly and saw a beautiful woman wearing bright red clothes and long hair standing next to me.
I swallowed hard and tried to open my mouth, but no words came out.
Her face was extremely pale and she was extremely beautiful.
The left side of her face was hidden under her dark hair.
She put her lips to my ear, and her slender hands continued to roam my body.
The corners of my eyes twitched, thinking that this ghost must be lonely.
However, I couldn't help but think about the situation at this time.
As a result, the moment I turned my head, the originally beautiful face suddenly peeled off piece by piece like a wall, revealing the rotten and ferocious face inside.
I could even I saw maggots the size of rice grains squirming under her eyeballs.
I opened my mouth suddenly and wanted to scream, but just then.
The thick dark red blood suddenly poured into my mouth "Ah" I screamed strangely and suddenly woke up from my sleep.
He sat up covered in sweat, panting continuously.
That dream was too real and too scary.
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I touched the beads on my wrist and thought it was just a dream.
I wiped my face and took out the phone from my clothes.
It turned out that I slept until seven o'clock in the evening.
I dialed a number.
"Hello, Mr.
Liu, I'm Lin Bei."
I was still a little scared, my heart beating hard in my chest.
On the other end of the phone, Ma Liuzhi asked me what was wrong and what happened.
I pursed my lips and said I would take a taxi there now, otherwise I would have to scare this thing at home and jump off the fifth floor tomorrow morning.
Ma Liuzhi said okay and hung up the phone.
I didn't dare to stay at home anymore.
I picked up Baigui Yetan who was sitting on top of the bed, put my grandfather's notes in my arms, and went out.
I wasn't even sure I had the key.
For me, if I can come back to this home as little as possible now, I will come back as little as possible.
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