Life is just a hundred years, tossing and turning the world, scattered into dust, after all, there is only a handful of dust left. The encounter is all by chance, but unwillingly, because of obsession, obsession for a lifetime, the soul will never be at peace.

So, tossing and turning, ups and downs......

My name is Song Kun, my parents died when I was a child, and I grew up in my uncle's house. After graduating from university, I left my hometown and came to this second-tier provincial capital.

My major is very unpopular, atmospheric science.

In these years, I can only make ends meet by working according to the rules, and after a while, I know this very well.

So, I started to go out of the way - to help people catch ghosts.

My masters call me a ghost hunter, but in fact, I don't know any yin and yang magic at all. But it needs to be stated that I am definitely not a liar, and I still have a bottom line as a person.

The opening of this ability was an accident three years ago, so I won't show it here.

In people's inherent thinking, ghosts are always terrifying, and these impressions come from a large number of film and television works and some novels, in which they are always omnipotent.

Therefore, people have a strong sense of fear and resistance to ghosts.

I've never been afraid of ghosts, not because I'm bold, but because I've seen countless ghosts since I was a child, and I've seen them hiding in the world, refusing to leave because of an obsession.

They, really pitiful.

My job is to dispel the ghosts' grievances and send them away.

At the moment I was standing at the gate of a residential area, and the security guard wouldn't let me in, so I dialed the number of the landlady.

She was a little chubby, and when she led us in, she greeted the security guard and said that she had come to rent a house.

This second-tier provincial capital is located in the southwest, and housing prices have risen a lot in the past two years, causing many people to become rich overnight, and many people are completely desperate.

Although the community is not big, but the environment is generally OK, the subway station is outside, and the school vegetable market is nearby.

After putting my things in the kitchen, I stood on the balcony on the twenty-fourth floor, and the wind blew and hit my face very refreshingly.

The landlady explained something and left.

I stretched, the sofa was soft and brightly colored, it should have been newly bought. When I leaned on it, the whole person sank into it and felt very comfortable.

turned on the TV, a variety show was playing inside, and the little fresh meat was laughing and laughing, and I was bored watching it.

The impetuous human heart is matched with a pompous expression. This era is too restless, and the highly developed Internet has led to serious confusion in the aesthetics of many people.

I really can't watch such a show, so I took the remote control and pressed it down one by one. The income of variety shows is extremely high, compared to making a work with heart, artists are keen to do this.

In a materialistic society, where and when to pursue spirituality.

At that moment, I pressed my finger on the remote control and stopped.

What appears on the screen at the moment is a food show that specializes in teaching people to cook.

This, very much to my appetite.

I'm a foodie, and my biggest hobby is to go around looking for good food and eat the best local food.

Of course, most of the people who can eat can do it.

I'm even more so.

As long as I eat a dish, I can guess how it is made.

This ability is innate, and I'm proud of it.

At the moment, cooking on TV is a retired teacher in his sixties, and what he teaches everyone to make is a hot and sour belly soup.

After simmering, the collagen is completely soaked into the soup, making it as rich and snow-white as milk.

The aged Sichuan Laotan pickles, the taste is crisp and healthy, because it has been soaked with Chaotian pepper, it has a spicy taste, and it is added to the soup after stir-frying, which is naturally full of sour and spicy.

Even though I'm looking through the screen, I can still imagine how delicious this dish is. Food is the most imaginative thing in this world.

After tasting this dish, the host gave the chef great praise, but what touched me the most was a sentence from a retired teacher:

"The stomach is the organ closest to the heart, and one day, our consciousness begins to shrink, and the only thing that can evoke those memories is food."

I agree with this sentence.

After turning off the TV, I stood up, and the couch behind me had a noticeable depression, my body had been gone for a long time, and it still hadn't recovered for a long time.

The house is a two-bedroom apartment, about 70 square meters, and the walls are pink wallpaper, which I don't like very much.

Both rooms are small, one with a computer and a study, and the other as a bedroom.

The curtains were thick, which made the whole bedroom look a little stuffy, and I pulled the thick curtains, and the dust that fell made me sneeze.

The curtains were halfway open, and the sunlight was shining in from outside, and I could see countless clouds of dust drifting in the air, one by one, very clearly.

Sleepiness hit, I lay down and just squinted for a while, and suddenly, a violent knock on the door woke me up from my dream!

With a stiff body, I sat up from the bed.

When the door was opened, there was no one outside, and in the empty corridor, the corridor lights were slightly on.

Just as I was about to close the door, I heard a "ding" sound, which was the sound of an elevator.

Coming out of the elevator car was a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman with a slightly haggard face.

She was slightly surprised when she first saw me, but it was only a fleeting look, and she soon regained her composure.

"You, live across the street?" The woman asked me.

I nodded, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, trying to say something, as if she held back again.

The woman finally looked up at me, closed the door and entered the house.

I also retreated, and as soon as I closed the door and turned around, I saw a red figure flashing by. The figure was so fast that it almost "swished" away from me.

"Who is it?!"

A gust of wind blew, and no one answered me in the empty living room.

Gradually, I heard a small burst of sounds, gently again and again, at a fast pace.

Following the voice, I went to the study.

Sitting at the computer desk was a woman in a long red dress.

The computer was on, and she stared at the beating numbers on the screen, her fingers clicking on the keyboard. The side pothos has lush foliage and lush foliage. I stood behind her for a moment, and she was attentive all the time.

I stared at her face all the time, and she had a mole on her left eyebrow, which was huge. At that moment, the phone rang, and the woman in red suddenly looked up and looked at me.

It was her mobile phone, and after another pause, she connected it, and it was a woman talking to her.

The two seem to be arguing, very intensely.

As she spoke, the woman in red hung up the phone. She looked at the data on the computer and didn't continue to work, and I saw that her eyes were a little red, as if she was crying.

Slowly, she stood up and walked past me as she walked into the living room.

She kept walking forward and pushed open the balcony door.

Realizing something, I shouted at the red figure, and then hurried over, and by this time, one of her feet had already stepped over the balcony railing.

Just as my fingers were about to touch her body, she jumped down from the twenty-fourth floor with her arms outstretched!

I lay on my stomach on the guardrail, and I watched her fall down, and in my eyes she became a small dot, and then I heard a muffled sound, and she fell motionless on the concrete floor

And under her, there was a pool of blood red, slowly spreading......

Standing on the balcony on the twenty-fourth floor, it was very windy. I gasped for breath and clenched the balcony railing.

After a while, when I looked downstairs again, there was a small car parked on the ground, and the body of the woman in red was nowhere to be seen.

After I settled down, I went to the kitchen.

That's a good piece of two-knife meat.

The first knife is used on the neck, and the second knife is placed on the buttocks, which is the second knife meat. This meat is fatter than pork belly, and the fat and lean are also connected when cooked, which is the best choice for Sichuan back pot meat.

Pour a little rapeseed oil into the pot, put the fat meat in it and stir-fry, soon the meat aroma will come out, and after the cooking wine is fishy, scatter a handful of Hanyuan red peppercorns.

Pixian bean paste, rich in color, the soul of Sichuan cuisine, a good product for seasoning and flavoring. There are also garlic-rich garlic sprouts, which are stir-fried in the pot and try to volatilize their innate fragrance, which is a perfect match for the meat in the pot.

Back to the pot meat into the plate, each slice is hunched, the fat is golden, thin and crimson, wrapped in oil beads and shining, like a semicircular lamp.

This is a criterion to test whether it is successful, therefore, Sichuan people are also accustomed to call back the pot meat - Dengzhan Wo.

The rice is cooked at the beginning, and the best Northeast rice, the rice grains are crystal full, snow-white like jade, and it smells like a rice fragrance.

While I was cooking, although I didn't look back, I knew that the female ghost in red had been dangling behind me, and I could clearly feel her white, cold hand sliding down my neck.

I didn't have any reflection, which probably made her very uncomfortable.

With this meal and one dish, I knocked directly on the door opposite.

After the woman opened the door, she glanced at the food in my hand: "This is ......"

Without waiting for her to say anything more, I went into the house, put the meal on the table, and I turned to look at her and said, "Let's eat together when you're hungry." ”

Hearing this, she silently closed the door.

Looking around, the pink wallpaper, the whole wall is plastered, the color is too sweet. Every woman has a princess dream, and it seems to be true.

She suddenly asked me, "Are you a tenant?" ”

"Yes."

"Moved here today?"

"Yes."

“…… Oh. She lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes and looked at me fixedly: "Do you see a ghost?" ”

I also looked at her: "Ghost? ”

"Yes!" She nodded: "The house you live in has been dead, don't you know?" ”

"When?"

"Half a year ago!"

I took a deep breath and saw that her face was noticeably paler than before.

"What's going on?" I asked again.

She looked at me with trepidation: "A woman, from the balcony, jumped off and died on the spot!" ”