For five days in a row, watching the woman go to the office and home every day, leaving a corpse all the way. The bus is okay, the bus is different every day, but her home, bus stop, and company, there are too many corpses in these places, stacked together, in different stages of decay.

When her husband took a bath, he washed with the corpses, lay down with them, sometimes fell asleep, and held a rotting corpse in his arms. Her colleague, who kicked the corpse that fell to the ground while walking, tripped and stumbled, thought he had fallen on the ground, and got up with a smile, but he didn't notice that he was stained with mucus and rotten flesh.

I don't feel horrified anymore, but disgusting.

The most disgusting thing is the elevator, two corpses a day, the elevator room has been filled with corpses, and finally because a corpse is lying at the door, the elevator door can't be closed, and others can't see it, and the elevator is out of service. The place where the service is closed is exactly the first floor. Every day when women come and go, I have to see a barricade in front of the elevator, the elevator door is just like that, and the body sticks out of it, one head, three hands, and two right feet lying horizontally outside, rotting with time.

By Friday night, I was so confused that I had even tried to kill the female ghost. But no matter what, I can't touch this female ghost.

Two other things I learned during this time was knowing when it all happened in my dreams: two years ago.

Think about Zheng Xinxin being harassed by this female ghost, and the problem of this female ghost has not been solved until the real time, that is to say...... Two whole years! How many corpses should be piled up along the way?

Fortunately, another of my takeaways tells me that the city where this female ghost is located is not Minqing City. This unfortunate place is a city in the middle of the country, I have not heard the name, it is estimated that it is an inconspicuous small city in the third or fourth tier.

In the past two years, I haven't seen the news that there are corpses on the streets in that city, and I don't know what kind of scene the city will appear if I really solve the matter of this female ghost.

The corpse should disappear, right? All of this is just some kind of supernatural phenomenon, and the body of the female ghost should be in a hospital or something.

I'm really looking forward to it.

What lifted my spirits was that this night, the life of this man and a ghost husband and wife had finally changed a little. There was a young man in his twenties who looked to be in his twenties in the living room and bedroom.

I subconsciously glanced at the family photo, and the young man was undoubtedly the boy in the photo.

The young man came out of the second bedroom and called the man Dad. The two of them cooked together, and there was a ghost in the middle that they couldn't see, but would subconsciously get out of the way during the action.

The father and son looked as usual, and while cooking, they talked about the young man's college life. The female ghost's demeanor is still indifferent, she cooks every day, she conjures up those ingredients for no reason, and uses the kitchen utensils and spices at home, as if it is a scene of another dimension that coincides with here.

I know that there is the concept of parallel universes, and many science fiction stories like to use this concept to imagine a world similar to ours, in the same place, with the same people, doing different things. But all this is definitely not a parallel universe.

The father and son cooked, and the female ghost also cooked, still doing their own cooking. This makes me strange too. If this woman doesn't know that she is dead, so she lives as she did when she was alive, why does she cook all by herself? To say that she is delirious, it's like she never knew to change her clothes, she wears the same set of clothes every day, uses keys, cards and other items, including the meals she cooks every day, they are all conjured, but she only sleeps on half of the bed, she eats and sits in a fixed position every day, watches TV in the living room at night, and sits side by side with men.

I look at the different meals that women eat every day, and it doesn't make sense to explain a woman's behavior that she only repeats the day before she died. At the beginning of the dream, she came home very late, and she commuted to and from work normally for the past five days, working from 9 to 5 like most office workers, and the time was not right, and the different meals she ate every day were not matched.

"By the way, Dad, when will you and Aunt Gu get married?" The young man was halfway through his meal and suddenly asked.

I was stunned.

The man replied casually, "At least next year." She hadn't told her daughter about it yet. The little girl will take the high school entrance examination next year, and it is not good to tell her these things now, so as not to affect her review. ”

"She doesn't know yet? Aunt Gu didn't take you to see her? Dad, it's not me who provokes, I have no problem with Aunt Gu, but she drags and drags like this, who knows what will happen next year? The young man said dissatisfied.

"Isn't that just in time? Next year, after her daughter's high school entrance examination, our two families will have a meal together. ”

"What if she doesn't do well? She didn't do well in the exam, and her mother told her that she wanted to remarry. The young man pouted.

"She's not you. You're old and you're still a boy. The little girl is delicate and has to be worried. You Aunt Gu was sorry for her when she divorced, and if you want to remarry me this time, you have to consider her feelings. The man said kindly.

The young man couldn't help it, "Just don't be deceived by her." ”

"What do you mean by being cheated? Your dad is an old man, what's there to deceive? The man shook his head with a smile.

This informative conversation between the father and son made me look at the female ghost.

The female ghost still muttered pain and slowly ate the meal she had prepared, oblivious to the conversation that was taking place next to her.

I looked at the family photo again. That's right, the woman above is indeed this female ghost, although the female ghost now looks older than the woman in the photo.

The first of the corpses I saw was the one in the office, and the corpses in this house all started from dreams and appeared with women.

If this woman had died, only a week after she had been dead, how could her husband have to remarry?

I wanted to know more, but I could only be trapped around the female ghost, and what I saw and heard was limited to what was happening next to the female ghost. There was nothing useful for the father and son.

Nothing happened overnight, and the next day was Saturday. No work on weekends, no alarm in the morning. But the female ghost got up at eight o'clock. I had to follow her out and hang around in front of the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the community, leaving some corpses behind, and going back with the buns she conjured out of thin air. She got home and started breakfast. The man also woke up, washed up and changed his clothes and went out. When the man came back, the female ghost had finished breakfast, turned on the washing machine, and sat in the living room watching TV. The man woke up his son, and the father and son ate a hearty breakfast.

At this time, the female ghost went to dry the washed clothes. The man went back to the washing machine.

I can see that the two of them are washing the same clothes. There is no doubt that the female ghost is definitely not washing real clothes.

The female ghost nested in the house that day, and left more corpses in the house.

The young man huddled in his room all day, eating at night, tripped over a corpse and complained, "Dad, you can clean up these things." ”

I looked at the father and son in amazement.

"Well, that's fine. I also think it's a bit too much. Let's clean it up tomorrow. The man nodded.

I was completely dumbfounded, waiting for Sunday to come, and then I saw that on Sunday, the father and son had changed their old clothes, stuffed the corpses into a large garbage bag, packed them all, and dragged them out of the room.

The female ghost, who was supposed to dry the quilt on the balcony, was caught by the young man, rudely stuffed into a garbage bag, and thrown into the large garbage dump in the community with the corpse.

I had to follow the female ghost, and now I could only stand at the garbage dump, look blankly at the father and son clapping their hands, and go home.