At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a middle-aged woman wearing an old-fashioned raincoat, a shroud under the raincoat, and corpse spots floating on the back of her hand appeared outside Chang Tai's house.

Chang Tae squinted, trying to judge the true identity of this woman with his own eyes. Is she a real undead, or is she pretending to be an undead.

"Tell me about your daughter first." Chang Tai pointed to the house.

The woman looked up, first at Chang Tai, then into the room, and finally fixed her gaze on her wet handmade cloth shoes.

"I ...... I'm not going in. My daughter's name is Xu Xiaochun, and she also has a company named Xu Miao. She is 25 years old this year, but the company asked her to hide her real age, claiming that she was just 20 years old. She has been good-looking since she was a child, not like me, not like his father, but very much like her little aunt who drowned in her early years. ”

The woman muttered a little nervously. Chang Tai did not urge, but leaned on the door, lit a cigarette, and listened patiently.

He doesn't have a girlfriend and is still early to become a parent, but in the years he has been in the police, he has also been exposed to many cases of missing people. No matter how old the missing child is, in the eyes of his parents, he is still a child. Although he could not fully understand the heartache of a parent who had lost a child, he could understand the slightly neurotic expression of a mother.

The child born in October of pregnancy, from a little bit of day to day, slowly raised the child, because of an occasional negligence, disappeared, and can no longer be found. The regret, guilt, self-condemnation, and the pain of losing a child are not experienced first-hand, and it is difficult to empathize.

"There is a temple on the hill behind our hometown, and that temple is not like a decent temple, it is built in a cemetery. Even the oldest man in the village couldn't tell the origin of that temple, except that it was a strange temple that was destroyed during the war. It is said that the thing that is enshrined in the temple is very effective and responsive, but only if you also pay a certain price. The woman whispered, "I went to the temple and prayed, and my prayer was fulfilled." ”

"What did you ask for?"

"I pray that it will give birth to a beautiful child, just like the drowning sister-in-law in my house."

"As a parent, don't you all want your children to look like you? Why do you want your child to look like her aunt. ”

"That's because you haven't seen my face." The woman raised her head suddenly, and after a moment of collision with Chang Tai's gaze, she took off the raincoat and hat on her head.

The woman's facial features are still quite good-looking, but her forehead looks very strange, like an inverted one.

"You think it's scary, don't you? My head has been like this since I was a child. Because he looks a little deformed, it's not easy to find a partner when he reaches marriageable age. My husband is also good-looking, but because of his sister's affairs, he can't talk about his daughter-in-law, so I got together with him. ”

"You have a lot of stories in your house."

"There are a lot of stories, if you don't dislike it, Captain Chang, I can tell you carefully." The woman stood motionless, but the rain on her body kept flowing down to the ground. In the hallway, a mess of water soon accumulated, but the rain on the old raincoat she was wearing did not decrease in the slightest.

She is the undead.

Chang Tai confirmed her identity in his heart, and he pondered whether he should contact Xing Ruyi. After all, communicating with the undead is her forte.

"My husband had two mothers, one biological, who died of hemorrhage while giving birth to him. When he was seven years old, his father-in-law brought back a woman from outside, a woman with a baby in his arms. The woman was a widow whose husband died unexpectedly, leaving behind a widow. They were introduced and came together.

Although I am a stepmother, my mother-in-law is very kind to my husband. He has never seen his biological mother, and he has longed for maternal love since he was a child, and he has also remembered his mother-in-law's dedication. He is not good at expressing himself, so he can only put all his thoughts on his sister, who is neither father nor mother, but just as pitiful as him.

When he was young, he and his sister were two brothers and sisters who had no guesses. I don't know when this simple brother and sister relationship has changed. My husband actually liked his sister, and his sister seemed to like him as an older brother.

Two brothers and sisters who are not related by blood, it seems to make sense to have some unexpected feelings. But their parents are married after all, whether from the legal level or the moral level, they are brother and sister, and it is impossible for them to become husband and wife. The subtle change in feelings between them could not hide from my mother-in-law's eyes, and it was inevitable that something bigger would happen between the brothers and sisters, and she broke up their brothers and sisters with a strong posture and married my sister-in-law far away.

The object of the sister-in-law was originally found in a hurry. No one expected that man to be a bastard. Not only is his limbs industrious, but he also likes to beat people. If the marriage is happy, the sister-in-law may forget her brother. However, her marriage was unhappy. The unhappy marriage, not the husband of the beloved, made her feel more and more that her mother-in-law had harmed her, and also made her feel more and more that my husband was her true love. There was no way to get out of her marriage, no way to rebel against her mother, and no way for her to stand by my husband's side as a wife, and she chose to commit suicide in despair.

She drowned, and when she jumped into the river, she tied a lot of pig iron to herself. She had made up her mind not to let herself live.

Because of my sister-in-law's death, my husband felt guilty and couldn't let go of it for a long time, seeing that he was in his thirties, he still had no intention of finding a partner. In addition, the matter between him and his sister-in-law spread out somehow, and no one in ten miles and eight villages is willing to marry their girl to such a family.

In the end, it was my in-laws who forced him to meet with me.

He and I both belonged to the kind of unintentional marriage. He is reluctant to get married because he has someone in his heart and can't let go. I had no intention of getting married because I had low self-esteem about my appearance and felt that I was not worthy of others. It's because we both don't care, and we don't care about the attitude, but we come together.

Although they became husband and wife, in the first year after marriage, none of us touched anyone, and even lived in the same room, he slept with him, and I slept with mine. Women are more likely to have feelings than men, and he takes good care of me in other places except for refusing to touch me, and I gradually like him. I even felt that being able to marry such a man was a blessing that I had cultivated in my eight lifetimes.

In the second year after marriage, I began to use my brain, and I flattered my in-laws in disguise, saying that I wanted to add a son and a half daughter to the family. The in-laws were naturally happy, and they often urged him openly and secretly. He was annoyed by the urging, so he got along with me. I don't know what other men are like, but I've read a book that says that women with lights off are all the same. Especially, when he put his arms around me, he called his sister's name.

At first, I didn't mind because I knew my sister-in-law was dead. I'm a person who lives well, why bother with a dead man. Besides, I know who he is, and I know that until my sister-in-law died, they were still innocent and did not have an unspeakable intimate relationship as rumored outside.

In order to make him like me as soon as possible, I put a lot of effort into it. I learned to cover the depression in front of my forehead with my hair. I learned to cook what he liked to eat. I care about his warm winters and cool summers, three meals a day. Over time, our relationship seems to have become harmonious. Although they are not affectionate, they are also respectful.

In the fourth year of marriage, I became pregnant. At first, he was happy, but as my belly grew day by day, he became more and more dull and unhappy. In order to please him, I went alone to the back mountain to find the ruined temple, and I asked the gods in the temple for help, hoping that it would give birth to a girl who looked as beautiful as my sister-in-law. In addition to worrying that the child will inherit my defects, I also hope that I can use this child to make my husband forget about my sister-in-law, so that he will only have our mother and daughter in his heart from now on.

Yes, I'm a woman, and I have my own rather selfish thoughts. I hope that my husband can fit our daughter even if he can't fit me in his heart. I think that's a victory as well.

Ten months pregnant, our daughter was finally born. She really looks a lot like my sister-in-law who died. I could see with my eyes, my mother-in-law and my husband, the way she looked at her, it was a very complicated look that was indescribable.

Just when I thought that my happiness was coming, just when I thought that I would be happier in the future, my husband chose to follow the same path as my sister-in-law. He left me a very brief suicide note, in which he told me that the birth of his daughter made him more and more ashamed of his sister who died because of him, and that he did not have the courage to face the way his daughter grew up every day as soon as he {read a book}, and he could only choose to leave and choose to accompany the beloved woman who had been lonely and lonely for many years. I was immediately devastated, and even regretted my decision. If it weren't for my self-inflicted cleverness, he probably wouldn't have left. ”

"What do these things have to do with your daughter's disappearance?"

"Because of my husband's death, I blamed all my grievances and hatred on my daughter. I refused to hold her, refused to be close to her, and I even cursed that she was never born. I got sick and was locked up in a psychiatric hospital for many years. When I was discharged from the hospital, my daughter, who was already twelve years old, looked exactly like my deceased sister-in-law.

She hated me, didn't want to see me, and even cursed me and told me to die. I didn't know what to do, so on a rainy night, I walked to the same bridge where my sister-in-law and my husband had jumped. ”

"You jumped too?"

"No, I didn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because the bridge was abandoned and the water under it was dry. I was afraid that even if I jumped, I wouldn't find them. The woman said, smiling desperately.