I looked at my aunt, and her smile grew more and more eerie. I couldn't help but be a little scared. I stepped back step by step and said, "You're not a ghost hook. How do you know when I'm going to die? ”

The aunt slowly stood up, and the smile on her face became stronger. She said, "How do you know I'm not a soul charmer?" ”

I swallowed and spat, arguing, "It's bull head and horse noodles that hook the soul, you don't look like it." ”

At this point, I couldn't help myself, turned around, and ran in the direction of home.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang behind me. I glanced back as I ran.

I saw my aunt kick the brazier. The iron basin swirled in the air and smashed at me.

I stumbled over to avoid it. However, I was moving too slowly. The brazier smashed firmly into my back. The paper ash inside scattered and wrapped my body.

Then, I felt a cold hand on the back of my neck. Immediately afterwards, the aunt's voice sounded in my ears: "Young man, you accepted my paper money, don't you want to go with me?" ”

I screamed in fright, and then the world around me shattered. It was as if a mirror had been shattered. The night, the paper ash, the streets, the aunt. They all shattered and collapsed before my eyes.

It took me a while before I finally came to my senses.

I looked around and saw that I was still lying in my house. It's dark all around.

I breathed a sigh of relief and picked up my phone from the side of my pillow. I looked at the time above. It shows that it was 1 a.m.

I lay in bed and thought to myself, "Was it a nightmare? Why does it feel so real? If what that aunt said is true, I'm going to die tomorrow morning? ”

I was thinking about it in a daze. After a while, I fell asleep too.

This night, I slept until dawn. By the time I got up, I felt refreshed and in much better spirits than I had last night.

I had some breakfast and asked my mother, "How is Mr. Lu?" ”

My mom said, "In the morning, he got up and ate a little bit. After eating, he shut himself in the house again. ”

Then she gestured to her face: "He looks like he's sick, and his face is swollen like a ball." ”

My mom's words reminded me of the rooster coming last night. I thought for a moment and said, "Let's not bother him." Since Mr. Lu dares to do this, he should be somewhat sure. ”

My mom nodded. Then she said, "Your classmates are having a funeral recently, do you want to go and see it?" ”

I was stunned for a moment: "Which classmate?" ”

My mom said lightly, "Your junior high school classmate." ”

I shuddered suddenly, and said with some horror: "Junior high school classmates, more than 40 people, doing a funeral together? ”

My mother's expression wasn't much better. She said, "Your classmates all died in those days or two. The day of the burial was about the same. Our people here pay attention to returning to their roots, so although they have lived all over the world, they have come back after they died. ”

I panicked: "More than 40 people are buried together, can you still stay on the street?" How scary? ”

My mom sighed and said, "Who's to say it's not." The town also said that let them stagger a little. But no one would let anyone. I had to squeeze into this day. ”

When I heard this, I didn't even think about eating. I put down my job bowl and said, "They are all dead, and I am the only one left alive." I'm not going. ”

My mom nodded and said, "Whether you want to go or not, you make up your own mind." ”

After breakfast, I sat down in a chair. Close your eyes and refresh yourself.

Soon, there was a burst of mournful music outside. Presumably the funeral has begun.

I listened to the voice, and I fidgeted. I don't know why, but the night in the empty house came to my mind again: Brick brought a group of old classmates and invited me to a birthday party.

I tapped my head and thought to myself: I finally realized what it was like to be a pulsatilla. Now that the dead have become a collective, I am completely isolated.

It's just that I'm a little different from Pulsatilla. He desperately wanted to fit in with the collective. And I, desperately trying to escape from them. Because the cost of integration into the collective is too great, it is death.

When I thought of this dead word, I shuddered. Because I remembered that dream from last night.

I walked around the room for a while, and several times tried to knock on Mr. Lu's door and ask him to help me sort it out. But every time I raised my hand, I remembered his face again. If he does swell into a ball, then I really can't bother.

I thought to myself, "If last night's dream is true." Then my death must be at one o'clock in the evening. There's no rush right now. When Mr. Lu comes out for dinner, just ask him to help me take a look. ”

When I thought of this, I secretly relaxed.

The mournful music in the streets rang all morning. By mid-afternoon, it had finally quieted down.

I opened the courtyard door and quietly walked out. I was immediately stunned by the scene on the street.

I saw like it was snowing heavily on the street outside. It's miserable everywhere. It's just that it is not snowflakes that cause this miserable white scene, but paper money.

Paper money cut out of white paper, the size of a palm, round on the outside and square on the inside. They lay on the ground in layers, stretching from the street to the end of the street.

The only thing I felt was a strong impact. These paper money are like 10,000 pounds of boulders, pressing on my heart.

I looked at this qiē dumbfounded, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

At this time, a young man came over. The look on his face wasn't much better. He said, "Are you afraid? ”

I nodded: "Afraid, what about you?" "Shimasuke Zaba.

The young man took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "You almost scared me to death just now." More than forty coffins, like a dragon. I walked through it from here. I'm afraid to go out tonight. How many unjust souls must be asking for their lives. ”

I thought about the long queue in the coffin, and the corpse lying inside. They're all people I know. I feel like I'm in the midst of this tide of death, trying to keep my balance, but I don't know when I'm going to capsize.

I nervously looked at the young man next to me and said, "Is there any more smoke?" Bring me one. ”

Sure enough, the young man took out a cigarette and handed it to me. I guess he could see that I wasn't a regular smoker, so he kindly handed me the lighter.

My hands trembled, I shoved the cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a sharp breath, the smoke dipped into my lungs, and I coughed violently.

I bent over and coughed up tears. The shadows of those classmates came to my mind. I don't know if it's because of the smoke or because of the sadness.

By the time I looked up again, I was in tears.

The young man looked at me suspiciously: "Dude, you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke hard, why did you choke like this?" ”

I waved my hand and was about to return the lighter to him. Suddenly, a cleaner came up and said, "Young man, can you do me a favor?" ”

I coughed twice and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The cleaner pointed to a pile of paper money in the middle of the road and said, "I can't sweep it away." I want to burn it down the road. But I didn't bring a lighter. Can you light it for me? ”

I nodded, thinking, "Lighting this pile of paper money can be regarded as doing my best for my classmates." I didn't dare come when they were out of the funeral. I had to wait for them to be buried in the ground, and then secretly worshipped. ”

I crouched next to the paper money and watched as they were curled, blackened, and burst into flames.

Suddenly, I heard the cleaner say miserably, "Young man, you still helped me burn the paper money." It seems that I have to give you the coffin. ”

The sound startled me, and the lighter fell into the fire.

I jerked my head up and saw that the cleaner standing behind me was clearly my aunt from last night.

I stood up, screamed, and ran away.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the fire exploded. Countless flames shot out like fireworks.