"This strange phenomenon has been noticed by me since I came to the small station for a while. However, it wasn't until I was left alone at the station that I saw it with my own eyes. ”

I deliberately made my tone hollow and vague, hoping that she would feel some nervousness. She only closed her mouth tighter than before, and nothing else changed. Okay, you uninvited guest who can dance with wolves, let's get to the point. May you hear the effect of the chill:

- That night, I couldn't tell if I felt it or heard it, and in a daze, I thought there was a strange movement outside the house. I opened my eyes, sat up quietly, and woke up for a few seconds. Before I got out of bed, I wondered if it was a hallucination from a dazed sleep, or some critter sneaking into the kitchen to steal leftovers. It could be a critter, and this has happened before. You know, the small kitchen window is always open in order to let out the smell of oil, which makes it easy for some agile little animals to climb through the window.

Afraid of disturbing the small animals, lest they mess with the pots and pans when they fled, I tiptoed out of bed and walked gently towards the door. When I got to the door, I was sure that it wasn't a hallucination, and that the movement wasn't in the kitchen, but in the hallway outside the door. I walked to the door and peered into the hallway through the small window on the door. The hallway was too dark to see anything clearly.

After a while, my eyes began to adjust, and I saw something in the shape of a human on the right side of the dimly lit corridor. I was like being stuffed with a handful of snow in my neck. But I also realized right away that this is not a thief who takes advantage of the darkness. First of all, no matter how poor the thief is, he will not be optimistic about this poor station with only four walls left, and on the other hand, this humanoid thing has no sense of physical weight, to put it bluntly, it is a shadow, and it is a shadow projected by no entity.

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation between the two old-timers:

"Here we go again."

"Come on, come on!"

"Do you still have something like that?"

"What else? Don't bother, let's go for it. ”

"Also, people haven't been annoyed before, and it's not good for us to be annoyed. Then prepare some. ”

When he said this, the sick senior always squinted his eyes and hid to the side. But I could tell that he must know what was going on, and I was the only one who didn't. At first, I wanted to find out, but seeing that they didn't really want me to know, I let go of my curiosity.

As I told you, these three seniors never regarded me as a person in the small station in their hearts, and we were just colleagues on the face, so until they all left, there was no one to show me the secrets in the small station and how to deal with it. Maybe in their eyes, I'm an unbelieving atheist, so I don't deserve to know the secret, let alone teach me how to deal with it. It should also be ingrained in the belief that the weirdness in the small station can only be the exclusive domain of those who know ghosts and gods, and cannot be contacted by atheists. The other person in my small station, I haven't even figured out what I'm doing, how can I know ghosts and gods?

They're all gone, so are the knowers, and the secret becomes a dead file.

I stared at the shadow through the window and door to see what it was going to do. But I couldn't see anything, the shadow just fluttered back and forth in the corridor, like a gray curtain blown to and fro by an undirected wind. But its drift is not passive, it is clearly under the command of consciousness. Judging from its calm and comfortable form, it should be familiar with this space.

Without any warning, the shadow vanished, as if it had entered a room. But apart from the crack in the door, where can you get in? I was wondering what the vanishing shadow was up to when it floated back down the hallway, repeating it several times. But I never could see which room I was in. Hey good, caught up with the magic show. But if you have nothing to do here, is it necessary to show off your skills in front of me, the only audience?

Without thinking too much about it, I reacted: the entity that turned into this shadow must have lived here, and once upon a time, its entity lay on a bed in a certain room every night, exuding the smell of sweat and body heat, eliminating the fatigue of the day. But this is all in the past, and it may be quite a long time ago, maybe it can be as far back as the time when the Qing Dynasty fell apart. If that's the case, why can't you just stay in peace, why should you stay where you should now, and float back? What's the matter, the wish I made here back then has not dissipated with the years? But what can be made here to wish for a return?

After I was sure that the shadow would not enter my room, I decided to walk out of the room and said to the shadow in a non-respectful manner: Now, I am the master of this place, I don't want to have any contact with you, you better go back and forth from where you are, don't expect me to treat you like the people who used to see you. I don't have the leisure or the time, I just want to go back to bed as soon as possible, and get up early to patrol the road.

I put on my coat and pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. The vague shadow was gone, and I don't know if it was in the room I had just entered when I pushed the door open, or if it was trying to avoid me. But I immediately noticed that there was another one on the door of the next room. Since it wasn't wandering in the hallway, I couldn't see it when I looked out of the door or window.

The shadow clinging to the door, like a dark gray paper cutout, seems to float like a microwave. Interestingly, the one floating in the corridor is three-dimensional, but this one is flat. I judged that this was not an illusion made by a magician with the help of props, but a magical effect controlled by himself, which had a considerable technical content. This shows that this kind of object can be deformed at will, three-dimensional, flat, and completely according to actual needs.

The one on the door, probably thinking I couldn't see it, so I approached it with a composure like the owner standing at the door of my house—probably in a bygone era, it was the owner of this room. Well, the master can take care of strangers passing by, or you can ignore them. It's good not to take care of it, what should I do if I take care of it? For me, it's not to be seen at the moment, but I don't want to be a person who doesn't know how to be polite. Okay, you stick it like this, let's do it. I pretended not to see it and walked past it.

As I passed by it, I felt the cool air on it, and it had a faint musty smell.

It was surprisingly quiet in the dimly lit hallway, and I wondered as I walked, did I hear any movement, and was it movement that woke me up? Although the flickering shadows and the self-play do whatever they want, they are all carried out in silence. Look at the light as fluttering, even if you want to make a movement, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it. Where did such strange movements come from, whether they were heard or felt? In this ordinary night, what is the force, for what purpose, to wake me up from a good sleep with strange movements? In this movement, what kind of information is there that I can't decipher, what kind of appeal does this message want to express, is it deliberately coming to me?

When I walked into the station office, I didn't understand a little bit, so I didn't bother to think about it.

To be honest, I've always been skeptical about being able to figure it out. Because everything I can figure out is always proven to be confused, and the more I think about it, the more confused it is proved. I don't want to make myself too confused, so I don't want to overthink it.

I walked out of the station office and walked up and down the platform, listening to the soft gasps of the mountains around me. The small station is sheltered from the wind, and the days when the train does not pass through are also very long, and the small station at night, if there is no moonlight moving, can really freeze into stillness in the tranquility. As you said, standing on the platform at night, open your ears and listen carefully, you can really hear the whispers of the stars, and the light panting of the mountains, which can be regarded as loud sounds.

I spent time on the platform to allow the shadows to check the situation inside the station and make sure that I was the only living person here. I hope they go around my house, sniff the strong smell of atheism from me, a living person, and choke them so hard that they can't come.

I also feel that this kind of child-like approach is unnecessary and unnecessary. What's going on here, I'm afraid that when I'm asleep, I'll be touched all over the bottom. Thinking about the conversation between the two old-timers, the shadows should have been here a few times after I landed at the station. With their amazing skills, it was really easy to get to the bottom of me, the newcomer, who knows how many times I went in and out of my house while I was asleep, and maybe touched my rough hard face with my cold, empty hands. However, there are also subtleties to this redundancy. To put it mildly, it is the laity's avoidance of inoffensive supernatural powers and intellectual interests; To put it roughly, I disdain to be with it: you advance and I retreat, and you can't afford to hide. In this case, it's not me who is not bored.

I couldn't help but have another thought: the two old-timers, once they changed their style of being good teachers, and were too lazy to teach me face-to-face and give me guidance and guidance, they must have an irreversible idea. It should be like this: the shadows have always avoided atheists, and when they are gone, there will be no more things like the previous ones in the station, and there will be no more troubles for me, so let me know, it is better not to let me know. They also have this notion that the more they know, the sooner they die! So that you know less, it is also a kind of love for you. I probably didn't expect that after they left, the shadows would come back.

When I got back to the hallway, the shadow on the door next door was still there, and the fluttering one was still missing, but I could feel it right next to me. It must have been the cool air outside that had completely awakened my nerves, and I could still feel that there were a few places in the dimly lit corridor that were hidden in the night, but they were not so clearly recognizable. I think that this kind of thing is probably the same as us who are flesh and blood, there are introverts and extroverts, and there are differences in energy; There are those who are well behaved, and there are those who are restrained, and the ten fingers are not aligned. But in any case, it has nothing to do with me, and I treat them the same and ignore them completely.

After taking the oath of sovereignty, I felt that I had done a decent job, so I went back to my room and closed the door.

I can't guess how long they'll be outside the door, and I'm tired of looking out the window into the hallway. I also knew that if I turned on the lights in the house, they would hide out of the house - they were afraid of the light on the road. But I don't want to do it so badly. This place, after all, is where they once lived, and they have the right to come back, as long as they don't do anything harmful to the country's property, they can come and go as they please.

This also sounds funny, how can some shadows without material content do things that damage the property of the state.

They haven't been here since then. I don't know if it's because I don't know me, because I don't want to see me, because I'm dissatisfied, or because I'm controlled by that side. I'd rather put a seal on the door to what I thought was to be controlled by the other side, to move at will—that's what I should do, otherwise it wouldn't be a proper thing. After all, all walks of life have rules and regulations from all walks of life, and their likes and dislikes are different, what we feel is cold, they may feel hot, we taste bitter, they may taste sweet, and the similarities are almost zero. Therefore, it is really not necessary, let alone justified, to covet the kind of exchanges mentioned above, and it will only add trouble and disturb order. At the very least, the well water must not interfere with the river water.

As for whether you recognize it or not, I can't talk about it. This is only the first time I've met them, and of course there's no question of familiarity. If they think they know me, it's just wishful thinking. Besides, I don't think they know me, or they don't even say hello, and they're sneaky and hiding. Don't talk about this, I really want to say hello, and I'm still riding a tiger. Let's talk about waiting to see, I unilaterally believe that waiting to see can only be the product of familiarity, and if you are not familiar, you will not talk about waiting to be seen, and you must be seen if you are not familiar, which is difficult for a strong man. Besides, no one taught me how to be seen, this yin and yang world, even if I want to be seen, I don't know the routine of being seen!

I can't deny their familiarity with small stations. But their familiarity with the station all happened before I came to the station, and my familiarity with the station was after I came to the station. There is a big separation between the front and back, and it does not form an organic combination. What's worse is that I am willing to think that the things before I came to the small station will always be strange and ethereal to me, and the history of the small station and the people here before do not have the sense of substance that I am familiar with, no matter how people describe and strengthen it with their mouths, I will not accept it with familiarity. For me, the familiarity of listening to it makes me feel more empty, but the strangeness that cannot be brought close can make me feel real. So I refused to have a familiar relationship with what I came to the small station.

Now, it's important to stress ,—— that this is important: I don't know if they're never coming, and as much as I hope they will never come, and I can't be more clear, I can't say if they'll see me as the new owner here. If they don't approve of it, they won't take my attitude seriously. In this case, whether they come or not will not hinder my attitude, but depend on the control of that realm. But who dares to say that the control of that world is tightly knit and ironclad? If they resist the control, tear off the seal, and have to revisit the old place, the controller may also be concerned about the relationship between the two sides, and turn a blind eye, then ......, maybe tomorrow night, or just tonight, they will have to do it all over again, make strange movements, drift through the corridors, cool and musty, and get into this room for a while, into that room for a while, and maybe into a room where there are people, who knows?

I finished it in a daze, and I felt the silence in the station room, which was glued together with ghosts and evils, and my nerves were tightened. I feel that dropping a needle can frighten people to jump high.

"You're kind of magical, kind of funny!"

Looking at me, who must have been so close to my mouth, she said with a shhh Then, loosen down the arm you've been holding.

Hey, break a thousand pounds with two! What ghosts, what evils, and what nerves are tightened, they all disappear in an instant. The station room is still idle, the sun is still shining, and the night is dark in the daytime.

I smiled slightly self-deprecatingly. The smile is dry, and you won't be able to see it.