The moment I hurriedly closed the door, my body was on time, like a humanoid plastic model thrown into a strong acid tube, and it instantly dissolved. I looked out the window, and the sun was invited to come and leap over the horizon. Whenever this happens, I think of the legend of Hou Yi shooting the sun, and I wish he could shoot one more arrow so that the sun will quickly go out.

But after all, people like me are in the minority, one in a million, one in a million, and maybe even me, and a nameless person like me has no right to hope to stay for me in the night, even if it is only for a moment. When I was in school, I watched a documentary about the sun, and everything was competing under the light, so I understood the meaning of the sun to any time and space, and I remember that long after watching that documentary, I liked to sit in the sun-drenched lawn square and read poetry, feeling the invisible but soothing warmth that I hadn't had in a long time.

I was floating in the air in a daze, the long days were so hard to endure, and I used to sleep to pass most of my time. But as I am today, I don't have the desire to sleep – what is the point of sleeping if I can't feel the comfort of cotton fabric in harmony with my skin. I had to meditate with my eyes closed, and the last twelve hours had become almost bloated—even forty hours of physical sensation, and I had earned it.

But the most valuable thing is that I should have re-acquainted with my new neighbor, this sunny and cheerful people's policeman, who is not as simple as he seems. I don't know what to say about him, but from the story he told Du Chenxi just now, I felt that Li Lu sympathized with Du Chenxi emotionally, but did not agree. Perhaps in his worldview, it is shameful to evade, and a warrior should be invincible, courageous, and unhesitating, otherwise he is not enough to be called a warrior.

I can't deny his values, and I can't say I agree with them. After all, I have experienced death firsthand, which makes me not afraid of death, and even somewhat close. Everyone has their own different standards of character, their own unique good intentions and vices, their own mortal sins. Some people like early mornings, some people hate early mornings, some people spend their lives trying to avoid spring, and some people sell themselves for a little money and a comfortable life. In the same way, there will be people like Li Luo who maintain his usual steadfastness and perseverance, and there will be people who are extremely easily torn by the wind and have been confronted with pain all their lives.

Maybe Du Chenxi was also one of the strong-willed, and then, when one night came, he suddenly realized that his internal division was full of pain, and that it was no longer his all his desire and purpose to become resolute after all kinds of hardships, and his freedom was death. I don't think death is right or admiring it, on the contrary, the closer I get to death, the more I realize the powerlessness and fragility of human beings. I just feel that death is not just an escape, it is also a way, a choice. Death is also a savior.

Thinking about life and death makes me dizzy, and no matter how much I understand, I still can't follow my heart to live this life. I wanted to lie down, but I couldn't rest or control my thoughts.

I had to close my eyes again and try to get rid of the jumbled thoughts in my head so that I could keep myself as steady as a spirit level. After I don't know how long, I reopened my eyes, and the sun was already clenching the skyscraper in the distance with its kiss jaw. I feel a lot more comfortable.

I pressed my phone and there was nothing in it, which made me feel uneasy. It's been a while since I texted Guan Linlin, and anyway, she has already paid me a deposit, so there's no need to run away from that little final payment. I thought about it for a while and decided to call Guan Linlin, but after dialing, no one answered. No, it's not time for her to go to work.

There was no other way, I decided to wait a little longer. I turned on my computer and looked at the forums for a while, and most of them were about celebrity gossip and pornographic ridicule full of bad taste, which didn't interest me much. Why don't I watch a horror movie to pass the time, I looked at the transparent right hand that laboriously controls the mouse and made up my mind.

I downloaded a lot of movies on my computer that I hadn't watched yet, and I picked out a movie that was quite scary when I heard the name, and it seemed to be in the style of Southeast Asia. I struggled to hook up my computer to the projector, floated to the window and closed the curtains, not allowing a little light to come in—the room was dark and quiet, and the atmosphere was up.

The projector's lights lit up, and the gray walls flashed with dazzling flickers, and after a few clicks, a huge computer screen appeared on the wall. Fortunately, I ordered this projector before,I can have the happiness of watching movies without leaving home,The fly in the ointment is that now I can't eat popcorn,I can't drink fat house happy water。 I clicked play, and the video was dark for a long time, and then several figures appeared vaguely, with shadows, as if they had been shot with a handheld camera. Presumably, this movie is the kind of thriller pseudo-documentary.

I immersed myself in the movie with relish, complaining while watching it. The film roughly tells the story of a female ghost's revenge, Xiao Peanut was a female model before, and was invited by perverted fans to shoot a cult film, which is the so-called cult movie. Then in the second half of the movie, it is the special scene of the evil ghost Xiaohua, and the director spends a lot of pen and ink telling how she possessed the bodies of several culprits, causing them to lose their families and decapitate in different places.

How to say it, this film is not only thrilling and bloody, but also a little funny. If it had been in the past, I might not have had the courage to open my eyes and watch it all, but now I have been baptized by all kinds of ghost friends, and all kinds of horror scenes are not a problem. In the film in front of me, there are bizarre music and images, there are disemboweled shots that I don't know how to shoot, and there are deaths with pale faces that increase exposure, but none of them are as weird and strange as the editing, and the movements that violate aerodynamics and Southeast Asian dialects confuse me.

What caught me off guard the most was that the movie was about to end, and the evil ghost Xiaohua had successfully taken revenge, and I thought that what would happen next was a perfect ending, such as Xiaohua's satisfied reincarnation, highlighting the truth, goodness, beauty and positive energy of "retribution for injustice" and "turning back to the shore" - but the last shot was actually Xiaohua's face that suddenly appeared after a long black screen. In the close-up, her face is clearer and more distorted than before, her flesh and bones are separated, and her seven orifices are bleeding-

Although I knew that this was the director's bad taste at the end, I was still so frightened that I almost floated to the ceiling.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside, crashing and being unprepared. I was so scared that I jumped.