Draw dreams and ghosts

Chapter I

Introduction: I fully felt the power of acceleration.

The freefall problem is one of my most annoying physics problems, but after experiencing it for myself, I've figured out exactly how it works.

But so what? My life can only be counted in seconds.

I saw a dark red flower blooming on the ground, exuding a bloody fragrance, as if telling about an unwilling life......

One

It's not scientific! I closed my eyes and didn't dare to look at the black concrete floor that was getting closer and closer, but I couldn't help but refute in my heart.

Everything was on the right track: I jumped down eighteen floors, and the last thing that caught my eye was the gray sky and the same buildings that seemed to be stuck in the center of the earth. Not to mention the noisy cars, which occupy the streets and drip over whose voice is the worst...... This is the last scene that is boring in my eyes.

The next second, my cells were screaming, praying to stop my stupid behavior, but it was too late, and I threw myself into the arms of the earth like a fallen leaf, and the blood rushed into my brain to deliver the last oxygen to me. The wind was blowing in my face, breathing was getting harder, my heart was beating faster, the ground was getting closer and closer—and suddenly my blood exploded, and the world whirled, and the world stopped.

But what does it feel like? Although my blood returned, it did not do its part, and it flowed to the heels en masse. I instinctively felt a little dizzy, but it didn't stop me from thinking, even with my eyes closed I could feel that I wasn't descending but rising.

Rise? Where to go? Paradise? How is this possible? Although I am narcissistic, I don't think I am meritorious.

Hum - with a heavy mechanical sound, the feeling of rising disappeared, and I couldn't help but open my eyes. Lift? Am I actually in the elevator? How is this possible? The number three on the elevator was glowing red, as if to laugh at my ignorance. I watched in amazement as the elevator doors creaked open, and a dark corridor jumped in front of me as if by magic.

I felt a hint of fear creep in my heart.

The elevator made an ugly sound, as if urging me forward. I took a small tentative step forward.

A small mosquito-like sound sounded like a thunderbolt in my heart, and I screamed and ran for my life down the hallway.

The orange voice-activated lights came on one by one, but it didn't reassure me that the fear was spreading like a cancer in my heart. But I could see the hallway, with many billboards on the walls on either side of the hospital and the doors of the closed wards. Although I didn't smell the disinfectant water, I'm sure it's a hospital.

The weird elevators, the mysterious corridors, and the closed doors are not the reasons that killed me in seconds. The dim light was the culprit that instantly collapsed my outlook on life.

My body has become transparent and shiny!

Through my hands, I could even see the dense cracks of floor tiles, I panicked, and immediately checked my white dress, fortunately it fulfilled its obligations as a dress, I was not ashamed, I breathed a sigh of relief, and began to think about a key question.

Am I dead?

"Of course you're dead, now you're just a ghost." A soft female voice rang out behind my ears. She was still playing with my hair.

"Who!" I stopped and turned around sharply,

No one.

I am a top student who loves science, although I am a little narcissistic and a little temperamental, but this can't stop me from exploring science. Besides, it's not scientific.

I didn't believe my experience, it must have been a dream. I smirked to comfort myself.

"Go ahead, Ward Eleven, you'll get what you want." The untimely female voice rang in my ears again.

"Ahh Who are you!"

Human beings have always been afraid of things that cannot be explained by science, and I am no exception.

"What the hell is wrong with me!" I yelled into the empty hallway, the aftermath echoing over and over again. Appears pale and weak.

"Go to Ward Eleven."

"Go to Ward Eleven."

"You're going to get what you want."

"You're going to get what you want."

The woman's voice echoed over and over again. Gentle but ghostly.

But people calm down in extreme fear, and so do I.

"Go to Ward Eleven."

"You're going to get what you want."

I walked step by step to ward 11, looking at the closed door with nothing special, and even a little calm, it was a big deal to die again.

My mystery may be solved.

I stepped forward and tried to turn the doorknob, but my hand passed through it without a hint of attachment.

Maybe that's my fate.

What will be behind the door? I've watched a lot of time-traveling dramas, and I've also read a lot of rebirth texts. But I don't expect much.

Perhaps, behind the door is hell.

I closed my eyes and walked through the door. Anyway, I've died once, and I can be as calm as a Buddha when anything happens.

I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, there was no illusion of time and space, and there was no waste of hell's blood pool. It's just an ordinary ward.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the flowers by the window like flowing water, shining with sparkling light. The light reflected on the face of a little girl lying on the bed, making her delicate and beautiful.

Who is she?

Two

Well, I'll admit I'm a ghost now. I just realized that I hadn't been breathing for a long time, that I didn't feel conscious, and that my heart had stopped. I don't know what kind of mindset to approach this. Is it sadness, resentment, or excitement? There is still hatred and unwillingness before I die, and I am considering whether to turn into a ghost to take revenge. Although the ghost is ugly and not cute, it is still quite exciting.

But first, find out what is going on in Ward 11.

Not to mention the collection of pictures and poems on the electrocardiogram, not to mention the brushes scattered all over the place, not to mention the beautiful flowers on the windowsill, the girl asleep in the bed alone makes people feel mysterious.

I crept over and stared at her with wide eyes.

She's beautiful, the kind of weak and petite beauty. Although the face is pale but very quiet, there is no elaborate carving, no thick ink rendering, simple and simple, clean and clean. I was also a beautiful woman when I was alive, and I was also hostile to other beautiful women. And in the face of her, I have nothing but pity. She slept peacefully, and even the moonlight that shone on her became soft. Her shiny black hair bloomed on the bed like a flower. I couldn't resist touching her hair.

Unfortunately, the diameter of the hair passed through my hand, and a sense of loss suddenly filled my chest. "Ugh—" I sighed, continuing to admire her beauty.

I don't want my jet-black and blood-streaked hair to fall down the girl's face.

The girl seemed to sense something, and opened her eyes suddenly, meeting mine.

Could it be that she has the legendary yin and yang eyes that can see me? It's too mysterious. But it's not impossible, aren't I just a living ghost? I guess my existence will subvert people's outlook on life and values all over the world, and there will be more people who believe in Buddhism.

I was thinking about it here, and I heard the girl scream, "Oh the hell—"

With a scream, a huge gust of wind came in my face, and the girl raised her fist with the IV tube and punched me in the eye.

"Huh? Ahh

Wait, this is different from the ghost story version I've seen, and that girl is too hot-blooded.

Even though I knew she wouldn't be able to touch me, I reflexively jumped backwards a few meters. If a ghost is defeated by a patient, what a mess.

The girl seemed to run out of strength and lay on the bed, gasping for air. I saw her heart rate skyrocketing.

After taking a few deep breaths, the girl calmed down, smiled at me and said, "Sorry, I'm asleep." ”

Apologizing to a ghost is a very abnormal thing, so I cautiously asked, "Can you see me?" Who are you? I was called here by a woman, what is this place? Am I dead? Am I really a ghost? ”

She was not intimidated by my serial questions, she sat up, and said in a gentle tone: "This is ward 11, I am a patient, my name is Xinyue." ”

"My surname is Xia Mingwa, and I have nothing to do with the Mother of Mankind. I'm probably dead, I should be a ghost, aren't you afraid of me? ”

"Well, I'm not afraid, but the blood on your body scares me."

Blood? Patronizing and frightened, I forgot that my clothes were splashed with large and small blood spots, perhaps left by the moment I died.

"It's okay, I'll wash it." I don't know where I got my confidence. In line with the principle of being clean even if you are a ghost, you will go to the bathroom.

"Wait—" Xinyue said again.

I didn't bother to go to the turnsh doorknob, and the diameter passed through the door.

"Ah――――――――h

I sat on the floor, the voice-activated lights in the bathroom flickering erratically, and the unknown reptiles passing leisurely through my body. And what scares me the most is the mirror.

I was clearly reflected in the mirror: black and red tears remained in my protruding eyes, and the left side of my face was blue and sunken. The hair was stuck with strands of blood, the body was black, the flesh was blurred, and it was miserable.

"Ghost ...... Ghost...... Hell yes! "I couldn't help but shout, but I thought I was a complete fool.

Sky! My beautiful and lovely face! Don't! How can I be liked like this! No one will like a cute little princess anymore, and no one will buy me hot cocoa!

I will become like this, those bastards who forced me to die, I will not spare them, they deprive me of my self-esteem, ruin my future, take my life, I am not reconciled...... I felt as if somewhere inside me was on fire, and an evil energy was about to burst out of my shell.

"What's wrong with you!" Xinyue's soft voice as water magically extinguished the flame of my revenge. I sullenly walked to the balcony to tease the innocent flower, but it was useless.

But I have to admire the endurance of her heart, if I suddenly open my eyes in the middle of the night and see a dead face floating in the air, I will directly become a dead person.

"You seem to be very unhappy." Xinyue said

I don't want to pay attention to her, I used to be loved by everyone, flowers bloomed, and I was a talented woman, but now that I have fallen into this situation, she will not understand.

After being silent for a long time, Xinyue seemed to want to ease the atmosphere and said, "Which country are you from?" ”

"Which country?" I don't understand what she means at all, do ghosts also have nationality? I should be Chinese.

Xinyue said slowly, "British ghosts are for revenge, Japanese ghosts are scary, and Chinese ghosts are for love." ”

If I hadn't died once, I would have been by her. Do you think I am Xiaoqian?

"Not really! I have an instinct to attract! I said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I'm just kidding." Xinyue let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Joke with ghosts, either brain-dead or god-man.

"Who the hell are you! What kind of place is this? ”

"Well, I'll tell you." Xin Yue said while flipping through the picture book: "This is indeed a hospital, I am indeed an ordinary person, but I often encounter extraordinary things. ”

She picked up the paintbrush again and said, "I have an incurable disease, and during my hospitalization there were many strange people who came to me at midnight and told me many amazing bedtime stories, and I often helped them in any way I could, and I was really happy."

"How is that possible? They go in and out and no one sees? Speak loudly and no one hears?" I asked.

"It's one of the magical places." "But I feel like there is always someone who protects and guides us in the dark. Today I was a little tired, so I fell asleep unconsciously. I'm sorry. ”

"You're saying I'm one of those weird people?"

"Hmm," she nodded, "tell me your story." ”

The story that the ghost tells to people is the ghost story! Less kidding! Is this what I want! That woman lied to me again!

What's more, I don't have a story to tell, and all that fills my brain now is that unbearable life