It is a comprehensive tertiary hospital with one outpatient building and four inpatient buildings. It was early in the morning, and the outpatient hall was already crowded and noisy.

Director Tan Guang and several security guards from the hospital opened the crowd and nervously watched and searched around. The few strands of hair he had left, wet on his oily scalp, and his eyes under silver-rimmed glasses were bloodshot from exhaustion. He looked anxious and irritable: such a large family has lost people! At this moment, he could hear An Ran's husband and family eagerly shouting An Ran's name in the hospital building and in the central garden. Before that, they only knew how to take care of the elderly, go through various formalities, and contact funeral-related matters, leaving only two nephews in their twenties to take care of An Ran and her husband, who had a wooden expression. They didn't cry, they just sat there quietly, unwilling to leave no matter how much they were persuaded to do so, so everyone relaxed their guard. It wasn't until after five o'clock in the morning that the busy family found that the two children were dozing off, and An Ran and her husband were gone. After a panicked search, they found their father, who was hiding in the bathroom and crying, while his mother was nowhere to be found.

Tan Guang didn't have to work the night shift, and he didn't sleep all night for the sake of his old classmates. has been a doctor for more than 20 years, and he has long been accustomed to seeing life and death parting, but after all, he is familiar with each other, and such a change still makes him sigh. Once upon a time, what an enviable family, the father was an executive of the company, the mother was an interior designer, the family was well-off, the children were well-behaved, and the grades were good. At the class reunion, how many people were already greasy, and his classmate An Ran was dressed exquisitely and appeared in front of everyone with an outstanding demeanor every time. But overnight, the balance of happiness shattered, and Director Tan lamented the impermanence of the world and the difficulty of life. At this moment, he was putting his hands on his plump belly, standing on tiptoe, frowning over everyone's heads, looking around the entire outpatient hall. The crowd looked grayer and lifeless under the white fluorescent lights, with only the red glow of the safe passage flickering. The passage door opened and closed, and a cool breeze poured in, and suddenly, he saw a pale blue figure disappear behind the fire escape door.

As soon as An Ran entered the outpatient hall, she saw her classmate Tan Guang, but she gave up asking for help, turned around and returned to the fire door, and went straight to the underground garage. Her parents are both veteran cadres who have been engaged in party affairs and administration for many years, and she herself can be said to be a staunch atheist who was born in New China, grew up under the red flag, and was deeply educated in materialism. And what she is experiencing now, even she can't explain herself, how can she try to make others believe it?

It's one of the best tertiary hospitals in the city, and An Ran's parents have stayed here a few times, so she's familiar with the terrain: she can reach her daughter's location through the underground garage. At the moment, she is clear-headed, quick-moving, firm and stubborn. When Tan Guang stopped her from behind, she froze for a moment, but her eyes finally stayed on a wooden stick on the garage floor. She turned, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and swung the stick in her hand at her classmate. Tan Guang was unprepared, and before he fell to the ground, he held on to the silver-rimmed glasses on his face, full of surprise and doubts.

An Ran hurriedly dropped the wooden stick, trembled and supported him, crying, "I'm sorry! It's my fault, but I don't really have time to explain. After confirming that Tan Guang's injuries were fine, she turned around and rushed into the underground parking lot.

In one corner of the hospital, in front of a row of bungalows painted with cold gray walls, several black and dilapidated micro-faced cars are parked. The rusty black iron door at the door of the house was wide open, and no one could hear the cries coming from inside. An Ran quietly slipped into the iron door, the smell of disinfectant water in the house was pungent, and an aluminum skeleton glass room surrounded by half-height white wooden boards on the left looked like a duty room. Several men and staff in white coats inside were talking and signing in muffled voices with their heads bowed and heavy faces; There is also a glass compartment on the right, and on the wall behind it is a stainless steel double door with the words "Idlers are not allowed to enter". Inside, on the iron-red wooden sofa, several women and old people sat with haggard faces and trance-like expressions, and the glass coffee table in front of the sofa was covered with white paper balls that had wiped away tears and snot. An Ran stood in the aisle, her eyes searched the room, and a staff member in a white coat in the duty room looked up at her, she reached out and raised the hair on both sides of her cheeks, the corners of her mouth went up, and she barely squeezed a smile at the man. The man nodded at her and waved her to wait in the opposite room, An Ran nodded and turned around and walked into the opposite room. The people in the house cried to themselves, ignoring her entry, and An Ran quietly sat down by the door that said "idlers are not allowed to enter......

After Fei Yang hit her mother's body, her senses of hearing, sight, and smell gradually returned. The feeling of flying was so good that she even forgot her mother, who had just returned from the death line. After a few jolts, she quickly took control of her body, screaming and churning in the air, leaving a trail of blue halo in the rain and mist. She swooped from the roof to the surface parking lot, whistling over the heads of pedestrians, weaving through umbrellas, grimacing at faces, and playing for a while before returning to her mother.

Her mother's crazy behavior caused her to be extremely worried, and her mouth was even more out of control, and she chased after her and shouted all the way: "Mom! Are you crazy? What do you do in the water climbing room? You don't think I'm in there, do you? If I die in the water room, then 'Lan Ke'er' is looking for a replacement for the dead ghost...""Oops! Mom, don't rummage! It's not peek-a-boo! Am I a mouse? It will be hidden under wooden planks and iron boxes. "Mom! Don't touch the bricks, beware of poop under the bricks—"

When An Ran knocked Tan Guang unconscious, she couldn't stop screaming: "Mom-are you crazy?" That's what's wrong with you, Uncle Tan recruited you to provoke you? So brutal! Let go of this poor old bald head, people don't have two hairs in the first place, how can you go down with this stick and make them completely bald? "What if you also throw sticks, which will pollute the environment, and hit children?" It's not good even if you can't hit the children and hit the flowers and plants..."If An Ran could hear her voice at this time, she would definitely be frightened by her daughter's true face, and even slam the stick in her hand at her, so that the whole world would be clean.

After following her mother to this strange building, curiosity once again made her leave her mother behind. Because she found herself with a new skill: wall piercing. This skill made her very satisfied, thinking that in the future, she would never have to climb windows, railings, or walls, and not have to suffer criticism from teachers because of this, and the criticism of those obedient girls who like to make a fuss, and she felt that it was not bad to be a ghost. She ran from side to side of the wall, stuck her waist in the wall, swayed from side to side on it, and stuck her tongue out at the woman and the old man on the couch.

"Look at me, look at me, don't be afraid, don't cry! Actually, it's fun to be a ghost. She comforted the men triumphantly.

Perhaps overly complacent, she stumbled and fell off the wall. The light on the side of the wall was dim, and it took her a while to get used to the light. It was an empty room, with black and yellow water stains on the white and gray walls and a long stainless steel sink along the wall. Unlike the clean and tidy sink in the operating room, the sink here has a black dirt build-up, and it exudes a fishy smell mixed with the smell of disinfectant water. The foul smell made her want to vomit, and she got up and ran to another wall without thinking, and the disgusting smell disappeared, and in front of her was a long corridor with green paint on the ground. She looked around for a moment, curiosity prompting her down the corridor, through a white, musty-smelling curtain, where the cold silver light of a wall caught her eye from a stainless steel freezer embedded in the wall. There is a number plate pasted on the door of the refrigerator in the square, and she already realizes what is behind the door without opening the door of the freezer, which is seen a lot on TV!

"This is a morgue!" She was frightened like an out-of-control marble, bouncing and crashing through the rooms and passages.

"Hell! There's a ghost, it's terrifying! She screamed.

Suddenly, she stopped, "No, I'm not already a ghost?" ”

She covered her pounding heart and took a deep breath, which felt so weird: she still had a heartbeat and could breathe, so why was there no longer life? What is life? Is it the sum of proteosomes made from macromolecules such as deoxyribonucleic acid, ribonucleic acid, and proteins? Dühring once defined life as "the metabolic activity of cells". Engels' definition of life is: life is the existence form of proteosomes. The basic factor of this form of existence is the constant metabolism of the external nature around it, and as soon as this metabolism stops, life ceases with it, and the result is the breakdown of proteins.

The two never-ending small motors on Fei Yang's face were stuck under her nose at this time, she opened her mouth wide, looked at her faint and transparent blue body, and tried to clear her thoughts, trying to analyze her current situation. She stretched out a blue light-shaped finger, looked at it in front of her eyes, dangled it, and put it in her mouth to bite.

"It hurts! Next Olympics! She cursed.

Doesn't it mean that when life stops, proteins are broken down, how can there be a response to stimuli? It can be seen that even if the protein is decomposed and dissipated, life still exists, in the form of a ghost, or a ghost is also a life! It's just a different form of life. It is not composed of C, H, O, and N as the main elements, but a substance and energy that humans have not yet perceived. At present, less than 5% of the total matter in the universe can be observed by human beings, and more than 95% of the cosmic matter is beyond the reach of human beings to perceive and understand, and can only be called dark matter and dark energy in a general and vague way. So how can those atheists arrogantly claim that there is no other than the known material life forms? 95% is 19 times more than 5%, dark matter and dark energy are the foundation of the universe, and they should be everywhere.

"Everywhere!" Fei Yang shivered nervously, and the blue shimmer body shrank into a ball. She stood in the air, her eyes carefully searching, but there was a dead silence in the morgue, except for her own blue light, only the fluorescent lamps on the ceiling and the stainless steel doors of the freezer glowed coldly white. So where is the 95%?

"Master, is there anyone?" She circled, cautiously searching.

"Oh no! Master, are there any ghosts? Master! Her voice grew louder.

"There's that, that's what.... Dark matter? Master! ”

Maybe it's dark matter, let's count it dark matter for now. She nodded her blue head and continued to shout, "Is there anything like me?" Squeak, bubble, add a friend...".

She shouted and spun around, leaving a trail of blue halo trails. Wandering around to a heavy iron door, she walked through it, and it was so cold that only the dim, old fluorescent lamps sneered overhead. The room has no windows, and several long carts are placed randomly on the empty tiled floor, and the body is covered by pieces of white cloth, and the human body is faintly visible under the white cloth. Fei Yang immediately guessed what it was, and she didn't look back and turned to escape. With a "click", the echo echoed in this confined space, and Fei Yang froze in the air, "So, I'm finally going to see the real ghost?" She was terrified to forget once again the fact that she was already a ghost. It took a while for her to muster up her courage and turn around. A pale old man's face was exposed to the cold fluorescent lamp, his wrinkled eyelids drooped on his sockets, making it impossible to see whether his eyes were open or closed, and the nose hair almost covered his lips under the nose like the surface of the moon.

It's a little unsightly, but it's not as oozing as a ghost with blurred flesh or green fangs, right? She took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and slowly floated in front of the old man in the blue and gray cloth suit, learning the appearance of the ancients on TV, holding her hands to her chest, and bowing deeply to the old man respectfully.

"Hello, senior! My name is Fei Yang, and I'm a new ghost. She looked up at the old man and continued, "Is it right to call a ghost? Are we ghosts? ”

The old man did not answer him, but sat stiffly on the cart with his upper body straight, and the white cloth stained with yellow stains covered his place below his abdomen.

"You, well, how long have you been like this?" "You've seen the same as us, huh?" Fei Yang felt that it was a bit disrespectful to say the word 'ghost', and he didn't know what to call himself and the old man, so he had to replace it with "uh-huh". "Are you afraid?" "Does it hurt?" "Have you ever seen a white light?" "Can you walk through the wall?" "Can you get in touch with someone else?" She didn't stop asking, and the old man just looked at her motionlessly.

Isn't he a zombie? Or like me, who just left this world and hasn't figured out the state yet? Shall I help him? Fei Yang thought and cautiously approached the old man.

"Ahh

The iron door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing the same blue and gray cloth suit walked in. "Old man Li, it turns out that you are hiding here to sleep. Get up! The family formalities were completed, and the car from the crematorium came to pull people. He shouted.

Only then did the old man open his wrinkled eyelids, lift the white cloth stained with yellow stains, jump to the ground leisurely, and push the cart to follow the middle-aged man straight out.

"What? Isn't it a ghost? Will you shake me? Fei Yang wiped his saliva face, chased after him and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey! I'm a ghost, right in front of you, can you give a ghost a little respect..."