My perspective followed him, getting into a chair, hanging a rope, and finally tucking my neck into a noose. Because the perspective is so realistic, it's no different from hanging yourself. I was so nervous that my heart was about to stop, my breath was short, and before I could react, the world in front of me suddenly shook back and forth. The man's gaze fell below, and I could clearly see that the chair under his feet was completely kicked over, his feet dangling in the air, and his hands struggling.

I have always heard of people who are hanged, and it is very painful before they die, and the rope is strangled around their necks, causing oppressive suffocation for a long time, and they are suffocated to death, and the feeling is unimaginable. In the midst of excruciating pain, life gradually passes away, slowly moving towards death, and it is creepy just to think about it.

At this moment, the person I am attached to hanged himself in pain, he obviously didn't realize that the process of death would be so painful, he subconsciously struggled, his eyes shook with his body, the dim room began to blur, and the qiē he saw was like a passing twilight scene, a kind of apocalyptic montage effect.

I can't empathize with this person's feelings at this moment, I can only see, I can't copy other feelings, but just what I see with my eyes, this scene is full of nightmarish fear.

My heart is like ashes, I can't help but close my eyes, there is no sound and no scene, I feel like I have escaped into the abyss, floating unconsciously, this is death, right?

At this moment, I suddenly stabbed like a burning pain in the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but scream, and slowly opened my eyes, and found myself still sitting in the candle array. The flames were faint, and there was a person sitting on the bed in front of him, who was the bell.

That's when I realized that I was back. The back is cold, I don't know when I am soaked in cold sweat, it is completely a big dream, and the memories are all broken, and I can't connect at all. For a long time, I didn't get used to it, so I just sat there and didn't dare to move.

Xie Ling came over and patted me: How is it, is it okay?

Just now, what the hell was going on just now?

Xie Ling said: Tell me about you first, what did you see?

I tried to get up from the ground, both legs were weak, and as soon as I made a movement, my brain was dizzy and I almost fell. Xie Ling hurriedly supported me and said softly: It's okay.

I rubbed my forehead, relieved myself, and asked, "Didn't you say that the suicide scene was restored, was it restored?"

Xie Ling looked at me with a sly smile: I haven't succeeded in restoring it yet, I have to ask you about this. Tell me about what you've just experienced.

I was suspicious, as if I realized something, and frowned and asked: Are you using me as a gunman?

Xie Ling laughed: I'll explain it to you later, you can talk about it first.

I sighed, gathered my thoughts, and went through the nightmarish experiences I had just seen. Xie Ling listened carefully, squinted thoughtfully, and repeatedly asked about the details, especially the mysterious ancient book. When I was done, he extinguished the candles lit on the ground, then carefully wrapped them up and put them back in his bag. The room grew darker and darker, except for the faint burning candle under the doorframe.

He told me to stay where I was, took out my flashlight and lit it, and began to rummage through the contents of the high and low cabinets.

I asked him what was going on, and he didn't say anything, just the rags on the upside-down cabinet, stinky fish and shrimp or something.

After inspection, nothing was found except for a pile of garbage. He touched his bare head and was a little puzzled, and I said: After the blind man died, the police and neighbors all came, stepping on and trampling around, and there was that cheap hand groping around, and those things might have been lost.

Reasonable. Xie Ling squatted on the ground with a flashlight, sweeping the ground, not letting go of any corners. He seemed to have noticed something, and lay on the ground, completely ignoring whether his clothes were dirty or not, and reached out to touch under the cupboard.

I was curious, and I regained some strength and leaned over to look. The whole person was attached to the cabinet, and his right hand was all under the cabinet. It took a lot of effort to find the thing, and it was a small white medicine bottle covered with dust. I exclaimed, "That's what I saw just now."

Xie Ling twisted the cap of the bottle, it was empty, his nose leaned over and sniffed, his expression was cloudy, and then he twisted the cap and put it in his pocket.

He stood up, covered in ash, clapped his hands and said to me: Help me move this cabinet, there is something in the back.

I sat down on the bed, got irritated, and said, "You must tell me what happened, or don't try to help you." I have the right to know.

Xie Ling nodded: Yes. I just used a little spell to lure the soul of a blind man into your body. This soul is called the ghost, you can understand it this way, this is a pheromone of the blind man, it contains all kinds of memories of the blind man's life that are unforgettable and deep into the subconscious, and hanging himself is indispensable. This pheromone, like a cassette tape, has to be played with the help of a tool, so I try to use it to borrow your brain. What you see and hear is the experience of the blind man before he died.

I smiled wryly: that sounds ridiculous.

Xie Ling spread his hands: I can only explain this. I'm explaining this phenomenon in cognitive language that you can understand, it's just a metaphor, the real situation is more complicated, completely beyond your imagination and existing cognition, and Xia Worm is icy. You will understand that I will not harm you.

Old Solution, how do you know so many things, what have you experienced over the years? I asked.

Xie Ling was stunned: Everyone has privacy, respect privacy, if I want to say it, I will naturally say it to you. Alright, hurry up, it's dawn, let's move the cabinet quickly.

I was almost as good as I was, and the two of us took the high and low cabinets and moved them out together. You don't have to move far, you just need to move forward, widen the distance between you and the wall, and leave a person sideways to enter. The cabinet has been checked, and it is full of tatters. In addition to changing clothes, the blind man also has the habit of scavenging, wherever he sees good things, he will pick them up at home, and the cabinet is full of cans, drink bottles, broken copper and iron, etc., which have been soaked for a long time, and can smoke people to death.

With great effort, we finally moved the heavy cabinet some distance away. Skinnier than me, and didn't care about dirty work, he leaned sideways against the wall and got into the crevice behind the cabinet.

I was outside with a flashlight illuminating, and in a faint circle of light, I saw that there was something hidden at the bottom of the cabinet.

It was a large envelope, sealed securely in the corner of the cabinet with scotch tape, and the average person would not be able to find it. If it weren't for the bell, I'm afraid that with the death of the blind man, this thing would have become a mystery forever.

It was very difficult to tear off the scotch tape, and he rubbed the envelope back a little bit, he didn't have time to dust off, so he opened the envelope directly, and we were all stunned when it opened, and there was actually a passbook inside.

Nowadays, people basically use bank cards, and I haven't seen this kind of red passbook for a long time anyway. When I opened the passbook, it belonged to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, and it said that Liu Dong, the head of the household, had a deposit of 500,000 yuan. Xie Ling looked at me, and I was also confused: This blind man is called Liu Dong?

Should be. Xie Ling smiled: Things are getting more and more interesting, he is a blind man who eats the four walls of his low-income family, where did he get the deposit of 500,000 yuan?

He flipped through the pages, and when he reached the last page, a piece of paper fell. When we picked it up, it was not a big paper, folded, and there were a few lines written in it. The glyphs of these characters are very awkward, and the structure of the writing is rough, and you can see at a glance that they are not written by normal people. Those who can write this kind of characters are either elementary school students or blind people who are almost completely blind.

It was he who wrote it. Ringing down.

I turned on the flashlight, and according to this piece of paper, word by word, it looked like a suicide note.

Na, my beloved Na, thank you for that unforgettable time with me. Here's a sum of money, a total of 500,000, and the password is your birthday, which is reserved for you. Don't ask where this money came from, it's my last legacy to this world, to you. When you hear from me, chances are you'll know I'm dead. I'm not dead, I'm just going to a place that few people know, and that's where every one of us wants to go back, and that's where humanity is home. I went back.

In the end, the payment was made.

Xie Ling had no expression on his face, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, he slowly folded the paper back, still sandwiched in the passbook. He wrapped the things up, put them back in place, and beckoned me to move the cabinet back.

I didn't say anything, I felt like I was doing the right thing. This blind man is pitiful enough, and when he dies, he leaves the money and gives it to a woman. This woman named Na should not be his wife, and the tone of the suicide note seems to be more like a few nights of dewy marriage.

The latter part of the story goes back, the hometown of human beings, full of nonsense, which makes people very uncomfortable, revealing a schizophrenic evil energy.

Xie Ling didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly sighed: This matter is really troublesome.

Let's go. He said softly.

He took out a wad of gold and silver foil from his bag and slowly lit it, billowing green smoke and muttering words in his mouth. I don't want to disturb him. The paper burned very slowly, and after a long time, it was slowly burned out, and the bell was also chanted. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, "We're here to attract souls, and we're rummaging through relics, disturbing the souls of the dead." I just chanted the mantra of rebirth, and I overtook it, and we owe it.

How's going on with my sister? I said urgently.

Troublesome. Xie Ling said bluntly: This blind man was probably under the demon Gu before he died, and it is estimated that someone is practicing evil magic to refine the soul. The soul attached to your sister, if you can't find the Gu Temptation of this kind of evil art, you can't be liberated.

So what to do? I'm really anxious, tossing for so long, nothing comes of it.

I only said that it was troublesome, but I didn't say that I couldn't get it, so I calmed down. Your family has been targeted, and the methods are very poisonous. Let's go out and talk about it. Unlock the bell.

At this time, the sky gradually brightened, and a faint light came in through the curtains, and we walked to the door, and the bell suddenly stopped, blinking, thinking about something.

What's wrong? I asked.

I remember you said that the blind man was listening to music before he died.