Song Xiaocheng is twenty-six years old this year, but his home is suddenly haunted.

In principle, Song Xiaocheng does not believe in any religion or ghosts, but he does not seem to be an absolutely staunch narrow atheist. Although he would buy a strange-shaped Canesa table ornament from a roadside discount store when he traveled to a neighboring country, that didn't mean he necessarily believed in something or didn't believe in anything.

Song Xiaocheng's speech and eyes may be far deeper than those of his peers, and his choices at critical moments in his life are more unexpectedly autonomous, but what is hidden under his flesh and skin may be the same as the vast majority of people in this land, a faint agnostic. But in any case, in most cases, Song Xiaocheng is still willing to explain everything in front of him in a more "scientific" and reasonable way.

This can probably explain Song Xiaocheng's exclamation.

"Hmm......"

Song Xiaocheng, who had just woken up, rubbed his eyelids, and the sleepiness of staying up late to play games the day before had not completely dissipated, but he suddenly found that the small statue of Ganesa that was originally placed on the bedside table seemed to have been melted into a puddle of soft mud by the high temperature-

"Well, it looks like it's really getting hot. ”

While chattering, Song Xiaocheng recalled the funny picture he had just seen on the Internet a few days ago about the high temperature melting the anime figure. He poked twice with his hand the puddle of "remains" left by little Ganesha—it was already hard.

It's a pity that this statuette cost hundreds of dollars at the beginning!

Although it has been useless since I bought it and came back, except that my live-in girlfriend Xiao Yu occasionally hangs the bracelet around its neck.

But Song Xiaocheng didn't have much time to think about such boring things as idol ornaments. He took out a short-sleeved shirt from the closet and walked out of the bedroom. Girlfriend Xiaoyu was already sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching TV while eating breakfast.

"Recently, many citizens have called to report that there are often a large number of centipedes in the lawns and public green belts of the city's roads......"

Xiao Yu is actually watching the news?

This is probably the second strange thing that Song Xiaocheng encountered today. However, Song Xiaocheng still didn't want to think too much, so he just used a toothbrush to stir around in his mouth. After all, although the old people often say that "time cannot be measured by money", for office workers, the time of being late can be clearly converted into money.

“...... Let's hear what the experts have to say about it. ”

"Centipedes, horses, and the common grasshoppers in our family, although they look alike ......"

It's boring, real life.

Song Xiaocheng may not be the kind of person who would escape from real life — work, eat, brush his teeth, stay healthy, or even find a girlfriend. Perhaps five years ago, Song Xiaocheng was still a delusional that he would be different and would not fall into a mediocre worldly life. Like his father or mother, he tried his best to keep an iron job all his life, and then got married in his early twenties, gave birth to himself, and crawled at the bottom of society all his life......

Five years ago, Song Xiaocheng would probably refuse without hesitation. In fact, when Song Xiaocheng's father, who was in a public position, said that he could help him appropriately with work problems, Song Xiaocheng did not hesitate to refuse.

But now Song Xiaocheng seems to have unconsciously accepted his "still mediocre", and he is still prostrate in the position he originally thought would "never".

Maybe it's because of the occasional joking sigh of "I'm older", or maybe it's because of Xiaoyu, Song Xiaocheng, who has just passed his twenty-sixth birthday, finally has to face reality and face this monotonous and boring world. After all, compared with hundreds of billions of ordinary people, Song Xiaocheng is no different from others.

Perhaps, you don't have to listen to an old man on TV to popularize what is "Ma Lu", which can be regarded as a more different side?

However, Ma Lu's affairs will not entangle Song Xiaocheng for too long. The world is bigger, and the earth is just a grain of sand in the vast galaxy, maybe just a small piece of dust on a grain of sand, or even a bacterium on that small piece of dust. Oh, forget it! There's a lot of this kind of news!

The subway in the morning rush hour on Monday is never too comfortable, and it is even so crowded that Song Xiaocheng is a little breathless. Maybe if it weren't for the aunt who was carrying a vegetable basket and a little stronger than herself, she would not have been rubbing and rubbing on herself, and the journey to work would not be so unbearable.

"Ouch!

The old aunt beside her, while shaking with the subway, involuntarily rubbed and rubbed on Song Xiaocheng's body, while chatting loudly with her female companion.

Song Xiaocheng really didn't have much interest in listening to the gossip of middle-aged women, but in the quiet and crowded carriage, these sounds were about to drill into his ears.

“...... My daughter's hospital has had a strange accident recently!"

"Ahh......h

"Oh no! Guess what, for days on end, the morgue in their hospital was haunted!"

"Oh, haunted?!, really?"

"Yes, every night the people on duty hear movement inside, and when they go in and count them, they will have to lose a few corpses......

"Huh??Could it be a thief?"

"Thief? What did the thief steal in the morgue? Did he steal a corpse?"

"I've heard that some people just have that kind of quirk and like corpses......"

"Huh, like corpses?"

"That's right, you can only ...... with corpses"

Song Xiaocheng really couldn't listen to it anymore, the speed of these two old aunts was simply faster than the subway, and the yellow waste that turned and turned was splashed on the ground.

However, fortunately, Song Xiaocheng had already arrived at the station, and squeezed out of the car with the crowded crowd.

That's it, ordinary road, ordinary day, ordinary work. Song Xiaocheng even often wonders, what is it that supports him to accept such a vulgar life, or rather, what is it that supports him to live?

If it was placed five years ago, Song Xiaocheng might not hesitate to answer, because of Xiaoyu. But for today's Song Xiaocheng, it doesn't seem to be the case anymore, and the "love" for his girlfriend Xiaoyu has changed from the noun used to describe the psychological state of a teenager under hormone impulses to a verb that a quasi-middle-aged man takes the initiative to issue out of a sense of responsibility.

Or maybe it's a computer game? Ha! This reason is much stronger than that of "Xiao Yu". As the saying goes, the dead house will not kill itself, because then you won't be able to play unreleased games, and you won't see unupdated ones.

Finally, in the last ten minutes of getting off work, Song Xiaocheng picked up his mobile phone and decided to go to the bathroom to be lazy and go to a "paid toilet".

After locking himself in the cubicle, Song Xiaochang breathed a long sigh of relief. The current two square meters of small space, although it is only a thin layer of composite wood, is like a solid castle, giving Song Xiaocheng a rare sense of security.

"I'm sorry, urinal brother. I'm going to be rude. ”

Silently made a joke in his heart towards squatting, Song Xiaocheng took out his mobile phone and squatted down.

But just as he was holding his mobile phone, about to play two games, the next compartment knocked on the thin wooden board.

"Brother, can you talk for a while?" a rough man's voice came from next door.

"Who are you?" Song Xiaocheng held his mobile phone, staring at the game he had just started. This entire floor is Song Xiaocheng's company, and it is said that no matter who it is, it should be someone he knows. But this man's voice was unfamiliar.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I have a question for you. ”

"Huh?" Song Xiaocheng stopped his pulsating thumb, and couldn't help but be a little vigilant in his heart. Listening to this tone, is it someone who has a holiday with him?

"Do you believe in divine powers?"

Song Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a god stick.

"I don't believe it. After dealing with it indiscriminately, Song Xiaocheng continued to rub the game on his mobile phone, and there was a noisy fighting sound on his mobile phone.

"Oh, never believed it?"

"Never believed it. ”

"Won't you believe it in the future?"

"I won't believe it in the future. Song Xiaocheng was impatient and perfunctory, thinking, this person is really poor enough, and he doesn't know who it is!

"Even if a miracle is in front of you, won't you believe it?"

"Brother, I am an atheist, please respect my faith. With the defeat in the game, Song Xiaocheng gradually lost his patience.

"Oh...... I didn't mean that, man, you misunderstood. The person next door said a little apologetically, "When I say divine power, I mean the kind of power that surpasses ordinary people." Magical power. ”

"Magic, hehe, fireball technique?" Song Xiaocheng said sarcastically.

"Yes, that's right, fireball!" the tone next door began to stir up.

"Oh...... Then I believe it. I believe in the fireball technique, the summoning of hellfire, and Santa Claus, and I also believe in the flying noodle god. ”

Song Xiaocheng suddenly felt that the person next door was a little funny.

"Are you sarcastic?" said the person next door, looking a little disappointed.

"Dude, you deliberately went to our company's toilet to pull the **, just to find someone to sell these? I'm not wrong to love games, but who would believe that those things are real?"

"Alas...... Poor Earth humans, what you do best is turn a blind eye, don't you?"

"Uh-huh. Song Xiaocheng felt that he didn't want to continue this chat, so he simply put away his phone and began to touch the tissues in his trouser pocket.

"Even if it's on your bedside table, you can turn a blind eye?"

"Yes...... Bedside table?" Song Xiaocheng suddenly trembled in his heart, but he didn't know why. After a second, Song Xiaocheng suddenly had another cold war.

Melted Ganesha!

"Who are you?" Song Xiaocheng gradually began to realize that this matter was probably not so simple.

Is he being watched? Is there a pinhole camera on the wall of his bedroom? The other party has seen the melted knick-knack on his bedside table?

"How hot does it have to be to melt such a statue? And didn't the person who sold it to you tell you what it was made of?"

The statue of the elephant god, carved from yak bones, is priced at a price of five hundred and twenty yuan. Song Xiaocheng still clearly remembers every word that person said.

The guy next door...... No matter who he is, he really hit the nail on the head with one slash!

"Who are you? How do you know this?" Song Xiaocheng felt his heart begin to beat violently, and even his voice began to tremble a little.

"We'll talk again. ”

Then, there was a sound of water flushing from next door. Opening the door, the sound of distant footsteps. Then the door to the next compartment slammed shut.

Song Xiaocheng didn't even bother to lift his pants, so he quickly unscrewed the door lock of the cubicle, and used the compartment door to block his lower body, trying his best to see the person's face, but he only saw a shadow left on the ground outside the toilet door.

In a hurry, Song Xiaocheng hurriedly completed the aftermath of the toilet with a slightly trembling hand, rushed out of the bathroom as fast as possible, and tried to look on both sides of the corridor, but found that the corridor was already crowded with people - it was already time to get off work.

"Xiaocheng, I'll turn off your computer for you!

A barely beautiful female colleague said hello to Song Xiaocheng, and walked into the elevator with a wagging finger.

"Oh...... Thank...... Thank you. ”

Song Xiaocheng felt that he couldn't even say anything for a while, and the female colleague didn't hear what he said at all, of course, Song Xiaocheng didn't thank him sincerely. He quickened his pace and walked around every office in the company, even daring to sneak around the door of the women's bathroom.

There is no stranger to it.

Who is it......