The door didn't close! She didn't close the door at night?

She seemed to be drunk, and her eyes became foggy, but her face was still like a cloud that was about to disperse, white and light, and she couldn't see her feelings clearly.

I was so tired that I borrowed her couch and fell asleep. I don't take up her space, she sits on the couch playing games on her phone, and I lie on her lap across the quilt, in front of the TV screen where I can finally take a break.

The dim LCD screen can illuminate the figure, inside is the tired me, before I can see her clearly, I am half asleep.

"You're back, aren't you?" She was asking herself. In a trance, I heard her go and close the door. Then, the wind ceased, and I slept peacefully.

I dreamed of a cold, sticky snake, thin and long, with pink scales reflecting a golden flash of quicksand. It is entrenched, spitting letters, and its eyes are passing through people's joys, sorrows, births, old age, sickness and death.

I was lying on a rocky rock, and my back was cold and aching. The snake made me sick to my stomach, and I wanted to sleep again, but it twisted and came closer to me. From my calves, with mucus upstream, to my thighs, to my lower abdomen, to my chest, and finally to my swollen eyes.

What about my hate? It seems to be frozen by it. I suddenly thought it was very well-behaved, and it seemed like having a snake was also a trendy and cool thing, wasn't it?

Why is it sticking to me like this? It didn't hurt me either. Aren't snakes meat-eaters? Or does it want me to be the master? Is this the doom of the same heart? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't move.

Wait a minute!

It occurred to me that it was just a snake that was close to people? Does it work for everyone?

I'm starting to get a little unbalanced. I don't think I'm worse than those philistines.

The limbs seemed to be cuffed, and I tried my best to break free, and I wanted to ask for an explanation, and then take it home and raise it. I don't know how to raise it, but I think I can go home to Baidu and buy it a nice nest.

Of course, if it doesn't like to sleep in a place where it doesn't have freedom, then it can do it somewhere else, it can pick it up, even my bed. As long as it likes.

I also have a new favorite.

That way, my door will no longer be some cold alloy, but an enchantment, sealing off a unique world. I'm going to be a legend because of it.

It was ignorant of the natural transformation of human nature in my mind, and was only concerned with reducing the swelling of my eyes. Perhaps it is a mythical beast that is not recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas, and it is for the confused people to solve their problems, but I am defiling it, and I am trying to disturb its cultivation.

But I don't care, it arouses my greed and selfishness, and I struggle harder, afraid that it will complete its mission and leave me, and I will lose the "divine favor" that will happen to me.

Suddenly there was strength in my body, and I was unprepared, and I bounced up like an arrow due to inertia. Instead of being able to catch it, he woke up from his dream.

Disappointment arose, it turned out that I was not special, and I had some coincidences favored by God, but it was just a big dream. I wanted to sleep again, but when I was unconscious, I was scared off the sofa.

She also slept, overlapping with me, and I forgot that I was now just a ghost with a mess of memory.

I ran away, and before I went out, I didn't forget to take her big black umbrella, which was enough to envelop me completely.

It was imperative that my doubts about what a ghost was and what I was now.

As for how exactly I died, I'll leave it at that. It's not too late to know if I'll have any abilities that I don't know yet, and then I'll get revenge.

Of course, I could have died by accident, and it doesn't matter. This is already the case, and there is no need to think too much about it.

In the afternoon, people have their own hearts, and I am an alternative existence, holding a big black umbrella, fantasizing about breathing into the bright sunshine.

It's not noisy, it's not a quiet street, it's just right for me right now.

The library during the day is completely different from the night, and the strangest phenomenon is that there are parents with children, old people with gold-rimmed glasses, and social people who look ruffians, but few students come into my eyes. Shouldn't they be the ones who should be the ones to learn? Maybe it's at school now.

Once a person is forced to do something, then the thing will gradually go against his heart, which is really a bad law.

The students are the same, and so am I. People hate to be constrained, but the word freedom, but there are so many rules and regulations, breaking out of the boundary, and it will come to an end.

With the flashlight still in my pocket for emergencies, I followed the introductory board and walked up to the supernatural story area on the third floor.

Maybe the previous borrower would turn the pages with his index finger in his spit? It's also possible to hold a book in one hand and fatty chicken thighs stained with sauce in the other. I avoided all the collections of stories and only looked for the synopsis.

I just need to know what a ghost is, and as for the story inside, there may be chapters to sing and cry about, but I will stay away. At heart, I still think of myself as a human being.

"Ghosts are afraid of heat and like cold. The yang energy of the living is vigorous, and eating ice reduces the yang energy. ”

It is written in black and white in the book.

Afraid of heat? I don't think I'm afraid of the heat, and I like to hide from the cold places.

But with that said, she turned down the air conditioner and only ate ice cream, is it because of me?

How could she believe this?

She seems a little stupid, I think. Whether it's these useless things, or the inability to detect my existence, it shows that she is a stupid woman.

But... Why did I think of this stupid woman? What does she have to do with me?

I began to concentrate on reading books, looking for my own shadow in the pages of clues.

"Ghost, seven days and one reincarnation. Every seven days, his memories are cleared and he continues to act on the things he remembers most in his life. If the fifteen reincarnations have not fulfilled their wish to be reincarnated, they will forever fall into reincarnation and become a lonely ghost. ”

This paragraph seems to be a bit reliable, but it doesn't fit me at all. I don't have any of the deepest memories of my life!

Repetitive actions, just wandering around? Tailgating an inexplicable girl home? I don't even know her name.

After that, it is said that ghosts often remember some things wrongly, remembering their own things as someone else's, and remembering others as their own.

Anyway, it's all saying that my brain is bad, and I can't stand it. I don't think I'm one of those stupid ghosts, I'm still wise. Except for doing some abnormal things, he doesn't know anything about how he died, and everything else can be regarded as a normal "person".

It's dark. The library is closing.

I was impetuous when I read the text, and I wanted to watch anime.

Maybe it's a habit, or maybe I'm a fan of watching anime, and it's always hard to let go of such lazy days.