looked at the wardrobe in front of him in a daze, the blood-red official robe was quietly placed there, but it was so dazzling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Feng Ping At this moment, he felt that the worldview formed in the past eighteen years was shattered by the picture in front of him, "Zi is silent and strange", but how does all this in front of him make him associate and think. The clothes worn by the corpse in the coffin that were pried open last night are lying in their closets today. In other words, the corpse came to his room, changed into his own clothes, and helped himself make the bed by the way.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Ping couldn't suppress his chills, all the strange things were right today, why did the young man in the restaurant have no money and didn't speak, why did his clothes look familiar, why did he think he had the same pair of jeans as himself at that time. It's not a vision at all, that pair of jeans is your own.

Then the other party looked at him for a few seconds to show that he recognized himself, that is to say, when he opened the coffin last night, the corpse was conscious? Thinking of this, Feng Ping didn't dare to think about it anymore, he felt that what he saw and heard last night might be the most incredible experience in his life. I spent the night with a rice dumpling in the uninhabited garden of Siye, what kind of nightlife is this.

Wiping the cold sweat on his head, Feng Ping still couldn't accept all this for a while, and sat on the bed trying to calm his heart, but no matter how he persuaded himself, he couldn't face the fact that the corpse was alive. In the end, he decided to go to the garden to see the coffin for himself, maybe someone took off the coffin's clothes and put it here to scare himself? Feng Ping's heart was struggling for the last time.

I couldn't just go to the garden empty-handed, so I went to the kitchen and got a long stick. I don't dare to take the knife, and it's not my desire to engage with these gods and monsters in a short fight, just if you really encounter something and use a long stick to drive him away.

After passing the moon gate and entering the garden, Feng Ping felt uncomfortable all over his body, and the courage he had just raised seemed to be scattered the moment he came to this garden, looking at the forest in front of him that had come countless times. Although he was in the sun, Feng Ping felt a hint of coldness, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something.

He patted his face, thinking that he couldn't run away from what he had to face, so he plunged into the woods.

Walking on the winding path, looking at the tall trees around you, and the rocky caves. Feng Ping even felt that behind every tree, in the invisible place of every cave, something could pop out at any time.

I finally came to the garden in the middle of it. Looking at the flowers and trees, it seems that everything is very normal, and nothing has changed. He waved his long stick twice as if to embolden himself and walked to the pit where the coffin was placed. Forget from the pit down, the coffin is still lying there smoothly, the coffin lid is covered, tightly sealed. The red cloth that was covered yesterday had been scattered on both sides of the coffin because it had been torn by himself, and it seemed that there was no change from when he left yesterday.

Standing on the pit, it took a long time to convince myself to open the lid of the coffin to confirm my thoughts. Now that they're all here, what's the point of not opening the coffin and seeing it with your own eyes?

I didn't hesitate to decide, and I didn't jump into the pit, thinking that if something popped out of it, it would be convenient for me to escape. Standing on the edge of the pit, he used the two-meter-long stick in his hand to pestle the coffin lid twice, but it seemed that it was not opened because of the location.

The angle was changed so that the long stick would not slide away, and it took a lot of effort to finally hear the sound of the coffin lid moving. Gritting his teeth, he opened the lid of the coffin that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in one breath. The moment he opened it, Feng Ping even closed his eyes. The coffin is still the same coffin, and the silk lining inside has not changed in the slightest as last night, the same red silk, the same smooth. It's just that just as the worst result expected by Tong Fengping, there was nothing in the empty coffin, and the bloodless person who was lying in it last night was no longer inside, so the identity of the young man he saw when he came back today was naturally revealed.

When Feng Ping found that the coffin was indeed empty, he quickly accepted this fact. He didn't try to tell himself that maybe there was something else in it that he didn't know, maybe he had misunderstood something. Instead, he quickly believed that something was happening around him that science couldn't explain. I was relieved to accept it, and I fiddled with the stick in my hand twice with some self-deprecation, feeling that after so many years of atheism collapsed, it didn't seem to be uncomfortable, at least for myself, the resurrected corpse didn't cause any harm, but helped me tidy up my clothes and bed.

Thinking about it, Feng Ping suddenly felt that he had a chance to talk to that young man about what it was like to die. When an atheist sees something that cannot be explained by science, his first reaction is always to understand, and now Feng Ping is very eager to understand all this.

But no matter what happens after that, what I need to do now is to pack it all up and think about the expedition in two days.

After leaving the garden, I took a hoe and went back and spent half an hour filling in the hole, because the pit had been tamped before, and there was a lot of soil dug out. For the sake of the tidiness of the garden, Feng Ping had to spend another half an hour tamping the soil pit. Make it look no different than it did before digging it yourself.

After all this was done, Feng Ping spent ten minutes cleaning himself up seriously and then lay on his "tidyed" bed, he tried to empty everything in his mind, and wanted to have a good rest. The past few days have been so fulfilling that he has to force himself to forget.

"No matter who that person is, no matter why Grandpa buried him in his backyard, no matter why he lived. It's none of what I do! Feng Ping meditated over and over again in his mind, but no matter what he thought, how to avoid thinking. Thinking is like the poison of the tarsal bones, constantly coiling in his mind. The more you try to avoid it, the more you can't forget it. After struggling over and over again, Feng Ping just hugged his head and fell asleep on the bed. I don't know what kind of dreams he had at night, but the frowns tightened all night mean that he shouldn't have slept well.

What Feng Ping didn't know was that since he came out of the garden, there was a figure staring at him in the shadows that he couldn't see. Wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, he has a calm face. Just stared at Feng Ping's every move quietly, without any change in expression, and didn't seem to even breathe. When Feng Ping gradually fell asleep on the bed, the black shadow was lying on the window, staring at him motionless. It wasn't until a long time later that he seemed to frown slightly, as if he was wondering something. Then his lips moved slightly, as if he began to mutter, and the shape of his lips seemed to keep repeating three words: is it you?