A few ancient trees were enclosed in the corners of the bricks on the side of the road, their roots exposed in the dirt, towering to the sky, and the leaves were nearly the size of a palm. They record a passage in the long river of time, a testament to this exclusive time.

Time is of no choice.

And I lost another piece of it.

My wound is still bleeding, maybe I should bandage it. Do ghosts need to be bandaged too?

There are also the whispers of camp people in the middle of the night.

"To die? So hard! If you don't call it a day now, aren't you afraid of hitting ghosts? Let's play mahjong! "The boss's phone rang, and the sound of some seabird predating on the other end seemed to be sandy and desperate, extremely unpleasant.

The boss responded with a quacky laugh and flicked the ash on the ground and flattened it on his toes.

"Hell yes! Which one is afraid?"

I suddenly felt that maybe I didn't have to go to the library myself, and this boss seemed to have enough confidence in what he said.

"Boss, the store is still open so late, how is the business?" I'll be polite first.

"Not good." He hung up the phone and continued to roll his eyes and smoke, as if smoking his own soul. It seems that it was really imperative to sell tobacco in Humen back then, I dare not imagine that the tobacco in the hands of the boss was replaced by big tobacco at this time, where did the "sick man of East Asia" come from?

"Uhh ”

He suddenly looked at me with a dark light in his eyes.

"Ghosts eat noodles too? Hahahaha! "It's ugly to turn into a wrinkled smile on his face.

"Are you a ghost?" The voice paused.

I froze where I was, not daring to move, and I became a thief who had been caught in my bag, unable to breathe. Can a person inflict substantial harm on a ghost? It's still unknown, but I know the commonality of human beings - the eradication of dissidents, so I don't dare to act rashly at this moment.

"Big men are afraid of ghosts!" He laughed at him, which was obviously disgusting, but I was relieved. Such a joke is thrilling enough at once.

"Boss, do you know the ghost?" I laughed hard.

Finally, he looked up at me and became a normal person. Actually, everyone who spends late nights alone wants to talk to someone, right? Even if it's a stranger like me.

Of course, this is a prerequisite that he doesn't know I'm a ghost.

"Ghosts are not scary, but ghosts are scary." He pulled out a rice cooker from the table full of clutter, grabbed a tea egg from it with his cracked hand, and knocked it on the corner of the table that I didn't want to touch. Eat one or not? He gestured to me as he half-peeled the tea egg.

Of course no! I don't have a habit of cleanliness, but I don't always put anything in my mouth!

"What will the ghost do if he stays in the world?"

"Shh He was still disdainful and couldn't show a good face. "Which of me knows what a ghost does? I'm not a ghost! But--" the voice changed, "I heard that ghosts have poor memories and do not know that they are dead, so they do things according to their memories." Others are recruited by people with their hearts, wandering or something. ”

He said it in a mess, and he probably didn't go to school. Also, how can a person who has gone to school be like him, and he doesn't even have the most basic politeness.

I conclude that ghosts have memory lapses and don't know that they are dead, and that's where I am now. Do things from memory? So I still know about that tavern, and I'm still scared about skipping work? That makes sense.

But what does it mean to be "drawn by those who are attentive"? People with hearts... Is it someone who doesn't want me to die?

So, why didn't I go back to my parents? Don't...

It's her!

It dawned on me that she was playing hide and seek with me! That night, she was looking for me! No wonder she's not afraid of the bloody eyes under the bed, she's just waiting to hit the ghost! So, breaking the glass is a paranormal event, right?

Who am she? I still can't remember her. Could it be my girlfriend? I don't remember having such a girlfriend. I don't remember having any of my girlfriends.

Is that? I think of a fault. Maybe it's better to find out how I died.

"Where's the nearest police station?" I asked.

The boss was stunned, and I realized that it was not appropriate to ask such a question.

"I lost something and want to go to the police station to file it."

"Oh." He breathed a sigh of relief, "Go out and turn left and go straight." When you get to the intersection, you ask. ”

Ask? To whom? At this point, the last passers-by just now have gone home, and I want to ask the ghost? In the event of a crisis, it is still the same kind that can help the same kind.

I dropped my money and hurried away. This is my first and last visit to this nasty shop!

Going to the police station at night to find out how he died, will scare those policemen to the ground, right? I still have a good heart, and I don't want to damage my yin virtue after death.

I didn't go to the police station, so I went back the way I came, and walked towards her home. I don't know how to get out of here yet, so I'll figure it out tomorrow. But before leaving, I wanted to know her name.

The light of the pale violet dawn had become redundant in the morning mist, and the stars had fallen, igniting the horizon.

It was almost dawn, and I knew that I had come so far. I have to go back to that place before dawn, ghosts can't see the sun, I still have this common sense.

On the other hand, I am afraid that if I don't rush back before dawn, in just one day, there will be some mistakes in my memory, and I will forget her, and I will forget the news that I just found out, and it will be a new tomorrow, and the cycle will continue, and I will never be reincarnated.

But...

I heard that in places like deep mountains and valleys, there will be thatched huts and bamboo fences, and there are people who are virtuous. If I find it there to practice, will I have a chance to become an immortal?

Don't ask about the world, don't have a leisurely leisure.

Well, ghosts talk nonsense, not to mention whether there is such a government in the 21st century, just talking about eating and drinking is an unsolvable problem. I don't have a cultivation method, and I don't want to die again in depression.

Today's physical exertion is too much, I think I can sleep for three days and three nights in a row. Don't know what she's doing.

Of course, it should be just watching anime and eating ice cream under the quilt with the air conditioner on, right? She hadn't done anything else at home.

Actually, I kind of want to curse, if she hadn't recruited me back, would I have been reincarnated according to the trajectory of the underworld safe and sound? Maybe because of the delay for a few days, you will miss the rich and noble home in the next life?

Maybe I will be like the suave Marshal Tianpeng, cast into a pig's fetus. He can become a Buddha, but I have to go to the table, which is not fair. But he has ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, so compared to this, it is also a good thing that I can quickly enter the pot, start a new round of lucky draws, and reincarnate again.

My mind was constantly running to relieve my boredom, and finally I saw the end of the road, the low building where she lived.

There was a hint of brightness. The eyes of ghosts are so strange.