At 9:26 a.m. on June 15, 2012, a man living alone was found dead in his rented home, with the doors and windows closed and the pungent smell of mercaptans filled. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The first witness at the scene was the deceased's 12-year-old daughter Cai Cai, the man owed a lot of money because of gambling before his death, and his family went bankrupt in order to pay off his debts. The forensic examiner determined that the man had drunk a lot of alcohol before his death, and the police explained that he may have been drunk and delirious and did not notice the leaking gas, or he may have gone astray because of desperation for life!

In a small room of more than 20 square meters, three young policemen rummaged through the boxes and cabinets like robbers, and from their chatting and laughing, Cai Cai, who was embraced in his mother's arms, knew that they all thought that his father had committed suicide. She raised her head, her red eyes were red, and she looked at her mother, who was lost and depressed, "Mom, Dad will never commit suicide!" "I know, mom knows, dad is as strong as Cai Cai, no." The woman in her thirties has always been in love with the man who is not angry, and she hugged her daughter tightly, and finally burst out of her tears.

"When a friend dies

He returns to your body and dies again.

He searched until he found you,

Let you kill him.

Let's pay attention to the fact that walking,

Eat, chatte-

His death.

Everything about his past is insignificant.

Everyone was well aware of his grief.

Now he's dead, and it's rarely mentioned.

His name is gone, and no one is nostalgic.

However, he still came back after his death

Because it's only here that we think of him.

He pleaded and tried to get our attention.

We have not seen it, and we do not want to see it.

In the end, he went away and never came back,

Won't come back because no one needs him anymore now. ”

- Neruda

"Can you do me a favor?"

The white moonlight shone through the window on the man's pale face, unkempt, and he sat on the edge of the bed, cigarette in his hand.

The crow's eyes widened, and he pinched himself again, realizing that what was in front of him was not an illusion, "Who are you, don't just smoke in my room, okay?" He sat up from the bed and looked at the strange man in amazement.

"I'm a dead man, I was good at smoking and drinking before I was alive, I can't help it, and I can't change it if I am a ghost!"

"Are you a ghost?" The crow stretched out one and touched it, and sure enough, there was only air, "It turns out that there really is such a thing as a ghost in this world, I hope I'm not dreaming!" ”

In the empty house, a man and a ghost are having an impossible conversation.

"I was killed, but the police can't find the murderer, so I want to ask you to help me," the man looked pleading, and at first glance he knew that he was a submissive person.

"I'm just a scholar, and I can't even do anything that the police can't do, how can I help you?" The crow spread out his hands in frustration.

"I saw my murderer, he had a face that looked the same as mine," said the ghost, touching his beard.

"I'm a little dizzy, you said that the murderer looks like you, haha, you're committing suicide, you fool!" The crow seemed to have had a very funny dream, but still had a stiff face and did not smile.

"No, I'm not committing suicide, it's true that another 'me' killed 'me', and I don't have a twin brother!"

"I'm confused!"

"Zhenjun, help me, I don't want to be a vain ghost!" The man suddenly fell down in front of the bed, knelt down and kowtowed a few times, "I don't want my daughter to complain that I am a cowardly and short-sighted father!" He lowered his head again, and looked very heavy.

"Alright! Get up, I promise you! "The crow really can't stand it, although it's just a dream, it's really unbearable.

"Thank you Zhenjun!"

The crow monk couldn't figure it out for a while, and he wanted to ask in detail, but he didn't want the ghost to leave silently at once, but the dream hadn't woken up yet, he sat at the head of the bed, thinking about everything that had just happened!