Chapter 200: Memory
Suddenly a voice came out, and I was so frightened that I reflexively drew the axe on my waist, and when I turned my head, I saw a woman standing a little outside the living room.
She was dressed in white, her hair was scattered at the sides, she looked to be in her twenties, her skin was a little pale, and most importantly, she wore a pair of white shoes on her feet, exactly the same as the ones we had seen earlier hiding under the sofa.
I was stunned when I saw her, but I quickly reacted, hesitated, and wondered: "You... Is it Xiao Yu? ”
Xiao Yu is the name of Zhongwen's wife.
She didn't answer me, but looked at Zhongwen, who was unconscious by the quilt, frowned, and said in a worried tone: "He has a heavy cold in his body, and he needs to drink ginger soup to drive away the cold, so hurry up while she hasn't come back yet." ”
"She? Who is she? My brother asked with a serious expression.
Xiao Yu still didn't answer us, but turned around and went to the kitchen, and said softly, "I'll go and boil ginger soup first." ”
"Let me go Brother Liu!" My brother stepped up to stop Xiao Yu and said, "You answer our question first!" ”
Liu Kuaikou was reluctant to speak, his mouth opened and he wanted to say something, I pushed him in the back, and he pouted and went to the kitchen.
Xiao Yu was stopped by my brother, and he didn't act excessively, didn't even say anything, walked back to the sofa, looked at me and said, "Can you help him take the quilt off a bit?" ”
Saying that, I pointed at Zhongwen, I hesitated, turned my head to look at my brother, he nodded and agreed, I just went over and helped Zhongwen put the quilt away, only two sheets were covered.
In fact, in the final analysis, we are not afraid of Xiao Yu, I still have Chen Qing in my backpack, the ring on my hand and the Smoker Gang, it is very easy to subdue Xiao Yu, but the problem is that we still haven't figured out what is going on.
And judging from the current situation, she really has no intention of harming people, if this matter can be resolved peacefully, it is better than force, isn't it?
Besides, they are all civilized people, and they will see blood at every turn, which inevitably seems that we are too rude, and we expect Zhongwen to give Liu Kuaikou a good praise on a different forum in the end.
"Can you talk about it now?" I put the quilt away and asked her.
She sat down and didn't speak, her body fluttering like a piece of paper, giving the impression that she could fly away with a blow.
After a while, she spoke, and her tone was a little sad: "I can't touch him." ”
She wanted to grab Zhongwen's hand, but when her hand reached over, it pierced through like smoke.
"When I died, I didn't even know about myself." She looked at Zhongwen's face, her tone was very gentle, but her eyes looked very sad: "At that time, I followed him and kept talking to him, but he didn't pay attention to me, as if he didn't hear, and then I reached out to grab him, only to suddenly find that my body had become transparent, and I knew then that I was dead." ”
"It's not that he can't see me, it's that all the living people can't see me." She said, and I was a little curious, and asked her, "But now, we can all see you, what's going on?" ”
"Because she's not a ghost anymore, but a ghost." Liu Kuaikou came over with ginger soup, looked at her, and sighed helplessly: "The soul is invisible, only animals can see it, but now that she has become a ghost, even a human, she can also see it." ”
"Can you feed him for me?" She looked at Liu Kuaikou and pleaded softly.
Liu Kuaikou sat on the edge of the sofa, carrying a bowl to feed Zhongwen to drink ginger soup, my brother looked at her from the side, and his tone was extremely puzzled: "Then how did you become a ghost?" As far as I know, people who become ghosts are because they have more or less obsessions and resentments, and they can't let go of it, so they will change from ghosts to ghosts, and you don't seem to have any resentments and obsessions. ”
She didn't speak, she didn't answer, as if she didn't want to tell us the truth.
After Liu Kuaikou finished feeding the ginger soup, she said, "You guys get out of here as soon as possible, I will stay with him, don't wait for it to come over and implicate you again." ”
"You've been talking about it since then, referring to the old woman, right?" I speculated, and when she looked at me, she frowned, and asked, "Old woman?" Oh, perhaps, that's what you should see, in my eyes, she's just a white skeleton. ”
"White bones?"
"Demons don't see the world like we do." Liu Kuaikou explained: "The ghosts we see are all evolved by them, but they look at each other, but the most real appearance, this is like a Western game, Tang Seng looks at everyone is human, but Sun Wukong's fiery eyes can see the monster." ”
I nodded thoughtfully, understood something, looked at her and said, "Then we see you now... ”
"It's just the way it was before life." She said in a calm tone: "What the real appearance is after becoming a ghost... I don't want people to see him, especially him. ”
Her eyes looked at Zhongwen, and I suddenly found that it was an extremely sincere and clean gaze, like the winter sun sprinkled on the balcony, making people feel comfortable just wanting to stretch out like a cat and sleep peacefully.
This kind of gaze is not a ghost, but I haven't seen it in a long time.
"Let the people you love the most remember how beautiful you are, I know." Liu Kuaikou laughed and said, "I have seen on the Internet, you young people's things. ”
"Whatever the old woman is, how did it end up here? Why do you want to hurt your husband? My brother continued to ask.
She shook her head, as if to indicate that she didn't know.
I thought to myself, Xiao Yu is still reluctant to reveal the real reason why he became a ghost, there must be something complicated in it, maybe it has something to do with this old woman.
"Did you bring anything strange with you when you just bought the house and bought your things?" My brother asked.
She was stunned for a moment when she heard this, frowned slightly, and wondered, "What kind of strange thing?" Why do you ask? ”
"Why are some things not clean in themselves, this old woman will not appear here for no reason, but the problem is that no outsiders have ever been here, and there must be a reason for it, so we guess that you brought something in yourself."
“。。。 I don't remember. She seemed to be recalling something, and said with some uncertainty: "Since I died, the memories in my mind have become less and less, and the only thing I can remember is him." ”
When she said this, we were all silent, and Liu Kuaikou explained on the side: "After a person dies, whether it is a ghost or a soul, the memories of the living will indeed continue to pass away, just like when people are alive, their age will always increase, not fall, until they finally forget all the memories of their lives, and only remember the most important things." ”
"So for you, whether you are alive or dead, the most important thing is him." I understood what Liu Kuaikou meant, looking at Xiao Yu, she smiled and nodded, her eyes were always looking at Zhongwen.
There was a moment in this scene that reminded me, or wanted to guess, what Chen Qing still remembers.
For her, when she was alive and when she died, whether the most important thing in her life was the same or not, maybe even she couldn't remember.
There are things that cannot be seen, and they are far more terrible than what can be seen.
For example, when you are alive, you don't even know what is the most important thing in your life, but when you die, as your memory is lost little by little, until one day, only the most important one can be remembered in your mind.
At that time, I realized what you care about most in this life, but it was too late.
In hindsight, this is even more terrifying than becoming a ghost.
My brother said, "If you think about it again, maybe you can remember." ”
Xiao Yu lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "I can't think of it, you better look for it in the house by yourself." ”
After she finished speaking, she sat on the sofa by herself, her eyes always fixed on Chinese, unwilling to leave.
We were too embarrassed to bother, so we divided up our work and searched the house to see if we could find anything.
The house is very large, there are many rooms, I entered one casually, and when I opened the door, there was a bed on it, similar to tatami mats, with a wooden cabinet on the bed, which seemed to be used to place books, and there were several paintings hanging on the walls, all of which were portraits, a bit similar to the classical style.
I searched all the drawer cabinets, as well as the drawer boxes and wardrobes under the bed, but I didn't find anything, and after the furniture was put in the newly bought house, it was completely empty, and there was nothing at all, even if I turned it upside down, I couldn't find anything useful.