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The world is full of pseudo-crossing, pseudo-cultivation of immortals, pseudo-palace fighting, scissors and paste, fists and pillows, logical confusion, empty thoughts, which makes people not interested in the slightest...... Until this book "Remnant Thoughts - Ghost Stories".

About a month ago, an unprecedented thunderstorm, wrapped in a violent storm, suddenly hit Haicheng, and for a while, the market looked at the sea, day and night. Due to the interruption of traffic, I reluctantly nested in the old cat bar, borrowing wine to drown my sorrows for this endless heavy rain and the next new drama, but unexpectedly, I saw Xiao Cheng sitting alone in a corner behind a group of colorful figures. Coincidentally, he also saw me who was half drunk, and said that he was writing a novel like no other recently, and asked me to read it and give some advice. With all the cacophony of hot and baking, I nodded almost instinctively in agreement, if nothing else, all by intuition.

Later, as soon as there were many things at hand, they were put on hold. If I have a little free time in the past two days, I will open the "Starting Point Reading" and flip through it.

"Residual thoughts", the meaning of pity and regret, always have a faint sense of sadness. Moreover, unlike those soap operas and face-slapping texts that are flooded, Xiao Cheng tells a series of bizarre stories in an almost dreamlike language. On the surface, the text is gray, obscure, and even vague, interspersed with large passages of Wong Kar-wai's monologue; The structure is jumping, turning over and over, and it is more brain-burning. But if you think about it carefully, there are a lot of "pits" with suspicious points, and there are also many clues and foreshadowings, such as the elementary school, that night, and those absurd people and events......

Perhaps, people's fear is not because of those bloody pictures and cruel reality, but because of the unpredictability of the unknown in our hearts. I couldn't stop being curious, like a blind man walking on the edge of a cliff, groping and reading chapter by chapter.

Now, it is past midnight, sitting at home, the desk lamp on the desk is glowing dimly, and the Pu'er at hand is already cold, and the surroundings are silent. The plot of the novel comes to mind page after page...... Remnant thoughts, nonsense and nonsense...... Suddenly, the wooden floor behind him "rattle" with a loud sound, and goosebumps all over my body!

His neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to look back, because—

It's scary to think about!

……

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The story begins with a psychiatric clinic.

When I arrived at the clinic, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. The gray air was filled with layers of cobweb-like fog that blurred vision, itchy nose, and uncomfortable. Walking through a dark, damp narrow corridor, I pushed open a white door and saw Mr. Tang at a glance. He was wearing a miserable white robe, next to a miserable white wall, sitting at a miserable white table, holding a miserable white human skull, and was carefully examining. Probably too engrossed, he didn't notice anyone knocking on the door.

Yafu dragged a long shadow, coughed lightly, and carried a cage in his hand, a small black and shiny hedgehog, shivering and squeaking.

"Hello Yafu." Mr. Tang raised his head, and his face was also pale.

Yao nodded: "Hello! ”

"You guys? Am I alone? ”

"No, I mean—you." Yafu pointed to the human skull in Mr. Tang's hand.

"Oh, you mean...... She? ”

"Yes."

"Hmm...... She is my love. ”

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the fog outside became even thicker. After three seconds, Mr. Tang gently lowered his skull and asked:

"You, sick?"

Yafu hurriedly shook his hand: "No, no, no, I'm not sick, it's him who is sick." ”

"It?" Mr. Tang's face was full of doubts, and he squinted his eyes and said, "This is a hedgehog, right...... You should go to the vet hospital. ”

"I went, and said over there that this hedgehog is a heart disease!"

Mr. Tang was already a little impatient, thinking to himself what happened to the tall and thin young man in front of him today? His psychological counseling treatment has long been over, and it was successful, what? Did you come to entertain me? After thinking about it, Mr. Tang raised his tone and said in a somewhat reprimanding tone: "Then you should take it to a psychiatrist!" ”

"That's right!" Yao also raised his voice, "Aren't you a psychiatrist?" ”

Mr. Tang suddenly lost his words, choked for two seconds, and his eyes widened again, shouting: "I am the psychology of looking at people!" ”

Yafu was also excited, holding the hedgehog cage and asked loudly, "But, is there a cure for animal psychology in this world?" ”

Mr. Tang's face was pale, almost the same color as the wall behind him, looking angry and helpless. However, as a psychiatrist, he was able to effectively control his emotions, and politely made a gesture to send off a guest, saying: "I'm sorry, if your hedgehog is sick, even if it's a so-called heart disease, I can't look at it!" I'm a psychiatrist, you see, all the licenses are complete. But I'm not a veterinarian. I don't need to teach you the difference! I'm sorry, Xiaoya, I can't help you. ”

"What you can't help is yourself!"

Maybe he was bizarre and angry, Yafu blurted out, grabbed the door with the hedgehog cage, leaving only the stunned Mr. Tang, wearing the miserable white gown, next to a miserable white wall, on the miserable white table, the miserable white human skull, as if smiling stupidly.

……

When he got home, Yao said a long word to the trembling hedgehog in the cage:

"Sometimes it's easy to hurt someone. Hedgehog, you know, in this city, people are happy to throw their hearts aside and share food with cats and dogs. If you don't have a heart, you won't have heart disease, and you won't go to a psychiatrist. But we still have a heart, so we will have a heart disease.

"Alas, it's a pity that no one healed you.

"It's just a matter of not healing, but hating those who have no heart, and even opening their all-powerful, all-encompassing, and all-encompassing mouths to devour everything, including those of us who still have hearts.

"Have you ever been eaten? - No? That's nice. I've been eaten. However, it was not a big deal, it hurt at first, and then it became numb.

"It was a summer night, a wasteland, no moon in sight, a lot of bugs, headless and brainless. A whole crowd screamed to eat me! I ran desperately...... In the end, there was nowhere to run but to hide by a haystack. I held my breath and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being discovered by the gang, but my heart couldn't resist the fear and thumped. A black shadow like a ghost floated suddenly! Before I could see each other's faces, a piece of my scalp was bitten off! That kind of heartache is still unforgettable.

"I struggled to escape, but my body was wrapped tightly around the black shadow, and I couldn't move. Then another bite was served, and the right ear was gone! Venus scurried around in front of me, thinking that it was over, and this time it was finally going to die...... When I woke up, I was in the belly of that dark shadow, crowded around. A piece of chocolate sticks to my body and throws a sweet wink at me. I want to scold people, I want to say what are you, and I want to hook up with Lao Tzu? But I can't scold anything, because my mouth doesn't know where to go...... It wasn't until I moved to the fat intestine with the large army that I found my mouth—it was almost completely dissolved, and only a small piece of stubble remained.

"I stayed up in a daze for two or three hours, and with a poof, I was expelled from my body, but there was only one heart left. The whole person was not good at that time! It's sad. Because in the whole body, there is only this heart, which is the most unnutritious, the most useless, and the least to be seen. Alas, this is where I miscalculated: I thought this heart was very precious and I was reluctant to throw it away, but now it seems that even if I throw it away, even the dog will not pay attention to it.

"I can't always be happy with others, I always think that happiness is theirs, I only have loneliness. Once, on the street, I showed my true form, but others did not dare to get close, and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of me because I was not wearing clothes. I don't understand why they are filming me, or if they are afraid of me. If you're really scared, you won't rush to eat me. Later, after running around, they turned around, pointed and laughed from afar, shouting, "Come and see!" There's a madman over there! So I began to flee, fleeing and fleeing, like a fly that had strayed into a jar. In fact, everyone is a fly, going into this world for no reason, busy for no reason, and leaving when they are done.

"So I figured it out, come and arrest me! With this almost ignorant but fearless thought, I was grabbed by others and dragged to the slaughterhouse. I didn't want to cut my own flesh, so kind people came around and took out a bright knife to help me cut it. I finally know what it means to be happy and what it means to be painful. Happiness is a one-knife solution, Amitabha; The pain is a thousand cuts, and life is worse than death.

"Through the pain, I saw my flesh and skin falling down piece by piece, falling to the ground, and wriggling from side to side, like a swarm of maggots. The man who cut me began to laugh again, showing his sharp teeth, and roared in unison: Come and see! There's a fool here!

"Pain is like this, we all carry it with us, we don't know it, we only know when someone eats you......"

The hedgehog continued to squeak, as if to see a miserable white face passing by in the thick fog outside the window.