[Just came back.,It's not time to send a new chapter.,Just take out a short psychological suspense novel I wrote before to solve the urgent need.,It's not that it's not updated tonight.,It's just going to be very late.,Please understand.,In addition,Although this novel was written a year ago.,But it's a work I'm very satisfied with.,I will never let you down.】 】

One day in July, the train pulled into the platform and it was raining lightly outside. Walking out of the station, I took a taxi to visit a friend of mine who everyone called Brother Ji. I was introduced by my friend Zhang Chi and wrote with this gentleman a few times, and Brother Ji talked elegantly, and wrote vertically from right to left according to the tradition. Of course, this is not the only strange thing about him, I heard Zhang Chi say that Brother Ji once studied abroad, and the place he went to was Nepal, before which I never even imagined that there was a university like Nepal. In fact, no one really knows what Brother Lu Daoji has done and learned during his four years in Nepal. During those four years, he traveled between Nepal and Bhutan.

The taxi made three turns and came to Futu Road, and then walked along this street to No. 415 is Huayuan Bookstore, and Brother Ji depends on this bookstore for his livelihood. By the time I stepped out of the taxi, the rain had stopped, and I was very uncomfortable with the hot and humid weather in the south, and I only felt that my skin was sticky and my back was wet.

The Garden Book House is located in the alley of 415, which is a bit of a remote location, and there is no one else on the street except for a few children playing.

The façade of the book house is not large, and the wooden plaque is engraved with the four big characters of Xingcao - Huayuan Book House. This antique wooden plank seems to keep modern urbanites out forever, and he also rejects the glitz and hides in this corner of the town.

I pushed the door open and entered, the library was small in size, but it was very well stocked, and I was surprised that for a book lover like me, there were many titles on these shelves that I had never heard of. I was nostalgic for the sea of books, and a waiter in the store came up to me and asked for my name, and after I told her, she said, "Mr. Luo, please go upstairs, Mr. Ji has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

After I thanked me, the waiter picked up my luggage and led me to the second floor. Although the study room downstairs is not big, the space on the second floor is very spacious, I visually measured that it is about 120 square meters, a master bedroom, three guest bedrooms, the furniture in it is also very simple, the square table, rattan chairs are quietly placed there, a pot of crab claw orchid on the windowsill is in full bloom, but what makes me most curious is a Buddha statue placed on the west wall. I have never seen such a Buddha statue before, he is made of three Buddhas back to back, each Buddha statue does not seem to have much change on the face, but under a closer look, the joys and sorrows of life, happiness and hatred are all in it.

I was just as I could see that a deep and gentle voice interrupted me: "Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry that I didn't pick you up at the train station." ”

I turned my head and followed the sound to see a gentle-looking man with a friendly smile walking towards me. He has a mysterious temperament that makes people feel both approachable and untouchable.

The two of us exchanged pleasantries for a while, and I didn't mind that he didn't pick me up at the train station, because it was my own request for a meeting, and I could say that I came to ask him for help.

After chatting for a while, I curiously asked Brother Ji about the Buddha statue. Brother Ji said: "That's a three-faced Buddha, different places have different forms, my Buddha is made of the three saints, and there are also some places where there are three Buddhas casting. But no matter what the form, the three-faced Buddha is indispensable in the three worlds. ”

"Why is that?"

"Because everything in this world is just a dream of the Three-faced Buddha." Brother Ji smiled and said to me, "Come on, I can already see from your letter that you are an atheist, so let's stop talking about religion." So saying, he led me to his own study and asked me to make it on a wicker chair. and sent a nanny to make tea.

I looked around at the huge bookshelves on the four walls of the study and said, "You have a great collection of books." ”

"Everywhere, compared to a great writer like you, my books are not worth mentioning." Brother Ji said as he took out a bag of shredded tobacco and two cigarette papers from the drawer next to him, and asked, "Do you smoke?" ”

I nodded, Brother Ji helped me roll a cigarette, I lit it, took a deep breath, there was a faint sweetness on the tip of my tongue, and after intoxication, I said: "I really can't talk about great writers, and I just wrote one or two novels in the newspaper, not to mention that Jiang Lang is completely uninspired now." I really can't write a word. ”

"So, you're coming for me?"

"Yes, a bachelor like me, life is monotonous and boring, and there is no way to find inspiration, I complained to my friend Zhang Chi at this time, and he asked me to come to you, saying that you have a way to give me a wonderful story."

Ji Ge shook his head, "I don't have any wonderful stories, although I have been to Nepal, Bhutan and other mysterious countries, but I have always studied hard in those countries, so I don't have any unforgettable experiences." ”

"Zhang Chi said, you know hypnosis."

"It's not hypnosis, it's your hallucination, I got it from an old man when I was in Bhutan." Brother Ji suddenly changed his unusually serious expression and said, "Mr. Luo, do you believe that people can enter the Illusion Realm without knowing it, and just fall into the Illusion Realm forever?" ”

I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. As Brother Ji said, I am an atheist, and I know that hypnotism is real, but I don't really understand the specific difference between so-called hypnotism and illusion. After some hesitation, I said, "I believe what I see." ”

Brother Ji took the last puff of his cigarette, and then said with a smile while snuffing it out: "Mr. Luo, I want to give you a piece of advice: in this world, what you see, hear, smell, and feel may not be real, and those things you don't perceive may not be nothing. Five years ago, when I learned this secret art in Bhutan, I knew the power of it, and I could have made a living from it and made a lot of money, but I had to be careful, because lust is like a terrible nightmare that will make you lose your illusion forever. ”

I listened to Brother Ji's words, subconsciously glanced at the three-faced Buddha on the west wall, and vaguely saw that the Buddha statue seemed to cry and laugh, I was shocked in my heart, and asked, "What about it...... When will you show me this secret art? ”

"Don't be in a hurry, it's a long time coming, this is our first time meeting, let's get to know each other more and enhance our friendship. I've promised you to stay here for half a month, anyway, I'm a person who doesn't usually live in the middle of nowhere, and I don't have many friends, so having someone come to me can just make my life more fulfilling. ”

After a while, Brother Ji asked his maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner for me, although I had been looking forward to this visit for a long time, but I was still a little flattered to receive such a warm hospitality.

After eating, Brother Ji answered a phone call, and after that, he walked up to me apologetically and said, "Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry, I suddenly have something on hand, an old customer wants to come to me to buy some rare books, so I have to go and meet him." ”

I was surprised and said, "I didn't expect Brother Ji that you are still buying and selling rare books." You don't have to worry about me, your hospitality has made me impeccable. ”

Brother Ji exchanged a few more words with me and went out. Before leaving, he told me that the books in the study and the bookstore downstairs were readfree to pass the time whenever I was interested.

After Brother Ji went out, I couldn't wait to come to his study. I'm a lover of books, especially those I haven't spent time with. I was surprised that there were no world-recognized classics such as "War and Peace" and "Notre Dame de Paris" in such a large-scale set of books, and all the books on the shelves, without exception, I had never read them. After a few selections, I extracted the first volume of the Tes61 Rupp Anthology in black cover and gilded font, a writer I had never heard of before.

From the title page, I learned that this Mr. Tes61 Rupp thought that he was a German who had participated in the Second World War and had been on the battlefield in North Africa, but had been discharged early because he had a leg that had been blown off by a shell. The books of this prolific writer were not only about philosophy, literature, and science, but also about anecdotes and mystical religions, which were both informative and not boring.

At this moment, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open. I thought it was Brother Ji who came back, so I put down the book and stood up. Standing at the door was a sweet-looking girl, who looked no more than in her early twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and suddenly hit the weakness of me, a bachelor. Although it was a little difficult to speak, I was deeply attracted by her appearance, and my eyes involuntarily slipped to her white and slender calves.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Ji called just now and said that he had too many things to do tonight, and I was afraid that he couldn't come back, so he specially instructed me to tell you, if you feel tired, go to bed first, next door is your bedroom, and I have already made a bed for you." Her words interrupted my thoughts, and I hurried back to normal, saying, "Oh, good, I know the truth." ”

She turned around and was about to leave, when I stopped her and said, "You're a waiter in this shop?" ”

She replied: "No, it's late now, the bookstore has long been closed, the waiters are all off work, I am Mr. Ji's maid, and of course, I will also help take care of the bookstore's business." ”

"Brother Ji, he has two servants?" I was surprised, because Mr. Ji made it clear in his letter to me that he was a bachelor, but since he was the only one who lived alone, why should he hire two servants, such an approach seemed to me to be a bit extravagant.

"That's right, Mr. Ji has a total of two servants. I am mainly responsible for Mr. Ji's daily life, while Aunt Bao is mainly responsible for Mr. Ji's catering. So, if you have something to do at night, just call me, don't go and make a noise about Aunt Bao, she's in her forties and hasn't been sleeping well. ”

"And what's your name?"

"My name is Tao ......" She suddenly felt like she was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak at once, and her face became more and more red, as if she was choking on something. I was overwhelmed by the sudden influx, for I looked at her expression as if she were dumb and anxious to speak.

"The surname is Tao, then call you Xiao Tao. How are you, okay? ”

For some reason, she seemed to be a lot more relaxed all of a sudden, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to that calm and relaxed demeanor, and said, "Yes, sir, you can call me Xiao Tao, I live next door to you, and you can call me at any time if you have anything." ”

After I arrived, I stayed in the study for a while, and when I looked up at the clock on the wall, I realized that it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. I rubbed my eyes, put the book back in its place, went back to my bedroom, turned off the light, took off my clothes, and was about to sleep. At this time, it was quiet all around, and I suddenly heard the sound of gently pushing the door. I hurriedly slipped under the covers and pretended to sleep. Through the glimmer of moonlight outside the window, I was surprised to see that my door had been pushed open through a crack, and in the gap, the face of a middle-aged woman was revealed. I can't tell exactly who the owner of that face is, but I speculate it's the servant with the surname Bao. I didn't know why, I felt a wave of fear, but the person at the door didn't seem to have any intention of entering the house, she just stood there and looked around for a moment before gently closing the door again.

I don't know what words to use to describe my feelings at this time, I came here by train alone, and was warmly welcomed by Brother Ji, but at night I encountered such a strange and unnatural thing, in short, after this incident, I quietly locked the door, but when I returned to bed, I had no sleep.

I spent the long night looking at the white ceiling in the dark, and at about three o'clock something even stranger happened. I heard the soft opening of the door again, but this time, it was next to me, Xiao Tao's room. At first, I thought she was going to the toilet and didn't pay much attention to it, but later, from the sound of her footsteps, I concluded that she didn't think she was going to the toilet, because her steps were so light, as if she was afraid of being discovered, and her footsteps were getting farther and farther away, as if she was going downstairs.

I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer, so I quietly opened the door. Through the crack in the door, I happened to see Xiao Tao walking down the stairs to the study room downstairs. For a moment, I thought she was sleepwalking, but I quickly dismissed the suspicion, for she looked around every few steps. It was obvious that she was very conscious at this time.

When she came down the stairs, I followed her downstairs. When I passed by the Three-Faced Buddha, I unconsciously shivered. She was very cautious, and on several occasions, I was almost spotted by her.

Xiao Tao wandered back and forth in the bookshelves of the bookstore downstairs, and I hid in the shadows of a remote bookshelf to quietly observe her every move. Suddenly, she stopped and took out a large, thick book from the shelf. The night was dark, but she seemed to be able to read the contents of the book, for judging by her demeanor, there was no doubt that she was looking for something.

She just stood there flipping through the book, and after turning the pages for a while, stopped on one page, and did something that I couldn't have imagined. She carefully tore open the pages, then rolled them into a small ball of paper, stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it. She wasn't trying to swallow, she was actually chewing, and she seemed to be savoring the delicacies of the world. In the following time, she smoked a few more books, and tore off many pages as usual, and she ate them all without exception, but she didn't have much choice for these pages.

I sensed that she was about to finish her strange actions, so I quietly returned to the bedroom alone, and it was almost dawn, and I was eager to see Brother Ji, and I wanted to ask him the reason for these things, but I was not sure if I had the courage to do so.

Just before dawn, I felt sleepy and quickly fell asleep. I didn't wake up until noon, because I didn't have enough rest, I felt dizzy, pushed the door and walked into the living room, I found that Brother Ji had returned, he was sitting at the square table of mahogany and writing something with a pen. When he saw me, he said kindly, "Mr. Luo, did you have a good rest last night?" ”

I said, "Maybe it's because I changed to a new place, I couldn't sleep well all night." ”

"Hopefully you'll get used to life here in a few days. Now go wash up and we'll have lunch in no time. ”

I walked into the bathroom, remembered the events of last night, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it was probably just a dream, an absurd and boring dream. I don't know why, but I remembered the three-faced Buddha on the west wall again.

By the time I had washed up, I had forgotten all the weird things I had done last night. Brother Ji and I came to the dining room, and Aunt Bao made a hearty lunch. After the meal, Brother Ji and I chatted while smoking a cigarette. Ji asked me about my hometown, and I asked him about Bhutan and Nepal.

In the afternoon, we walked on Butu Road for more than two hours. Out of politeness, I didn't ask Brother Ji when he would show me the so-called secret art, because when I listened to his past experiences, I could also feel that my inspiration was stirring, and perhaps, inadvertently, my inspiration would gush out.

When he returned to Huayuan Bookstore, Xiao Tao told Brother Ji that someone had come to visit just now and wanted to buy ancient books from India. After hearing this, Brother Ji had no choice but to say to me with a guilty face: "Brother Luo, I'm really sorry. The other day I had a quiet life, but all of a sudden I was busy. I'm afraid you'll have to kill time by yourself again tonight. ”

I said a polite word and told him not to be polite, and to go ahead if there was anything to do.

After Brother Ji went out, I didn't immediately go back to the second floor, but walked around the bookstore downstairs for a while. At this time, there were no other waiters in the store, only Aunt Bao and Xiao Tao. I asked them what about the other waiters, and they both replied that they had already left work. I looked at the time, it's four o'clock in the afternoon, will it be too early to leave work at this time?

I was wandering around during the summer vacation, when Xiao Tao suddenly appeared next to me and said to me, "Sir, did you ask my name yesterday?" ”

I was a little puzzled and said, "Yes." Is there anything wrong? ”

Xiao Tao shook his head and said, "I didn't tell you yesterday that it was for my own reasons, I hope you don't mind, my name is Tao Lu, and it is three points of water plus an admission record." ”

I nodded and said, "I know." "But I was puzzled by her behavior. Then, what happened last night suddenly appeared in my mind, and at this moment, I saw that Aunt Bao in the corner was staring at me. It felt the same as last night, and her eyes were half curious, half tentative, as if she wanted to say something. In order to ease my attention, I walked upstairs, and when I walked to the steps, Aunt Bao suddenly said to me: "Mr. Luo, dinner is ready at five o'clock, I hope you don't worry." ”

I said yes and quickly returned to Brother Ji's study on the second floor. I continued to read "Tes61 Pru's Anthology" in Brother Ji's study last night, but this time, I didn't watch it for a while, and I felt upset. So, I went back to my bedroom, took out my notebook and pen, and recorded what I had seen and heard in as much detail as possible. As soon as I stopped writing, Xiao Tao knocked on the door and told me that dinner was ready. I put away my things and went to the dining room alone to eat.

I was eating when Aunt Bao suddenly came. She walked towards me with the kind smile that is characteristic of the Huayuan Library, but when I looked closer, I found that behind her kind smile was a lewd face.

Aunt Bao opened her mouth and said, "Mr. Luo, I don't know if you are still satisfied with the food I cooked." Here, Mr. Ji is usually the only one who tastes my cooking, and he is always full of praise for my craftsmanship, but I still want to hear what other people have to say. ”

I told her that the meal was so delicious that it was arguably the best home-cooked meal I've ever had. As I spoke, she came up to me little by little and sat down beside me. I sensed something unusual about her, she was watching my every move like a lion was watching its prey. For a moment, she was so close to me that her snort was blowing on my face. I hurriedly stood up and said, "I'm full, I think I'd better go to Brother Ji's study for a while." ”

She seemed very annoyed when I said this, but she didn't say anything, just calmly said to me, "Mr. Luo should have a good rest at night." ”

I hurriedly returned to the study after thanking me, and sat on the wicker chair in the study, my tense nerves eased somewhat, and after a while, I began to read the "Tes61 Rupp Anthology" again. This time, I was so engrossed that I didn't notice the time was flying.

At nine o'clock, there was a knock at the door, I thought it was Aunt Bao, and subconsciously stood up. As a result, the person who came in was Xiao Tao. I don't know what Lu Dao is for, Xiao Tao will exude a charming charm at night, and this charm is not available to her during the day. I don't know how to describe her eyes, they were unusually pure, as if they were as innocent as a baby.

"What's the matter?" I asked. But my eyes couldn't help but glance at her charming calves.

"Mr. Luo, I don't have anything special...... Something else, just wanted to ask you a few questions. In the evening, she seemed to stumble again, as if she was searching for words with every word.

"If you have any questions, just ask, I don't have anything to do right now anyway."

"I heard Mr. Ji say that you are a writer, right?"

"I'm not technically a writer, I've only written a few articles in the newspaper."

"Then you'll have spent a lot of books."

This question stumped me, if in the past, I would not hesitate to say that I have read most of the classics, but now, I am in Brother Ji's study, and I have not read every book here, not only do I feel that I am only a shallow learner. Finally, I replied, "I just read a lot of well-known books, some rare books, like the one I have in my hand, which I have never read." ”

"Do you think the book you have in your hand is good?"

"Are you interested in literature?"

She thought about it for a moment, and I wasn't sure if she was thinking about my problem or if she was thinking about what she was going to say. "I think it's funny," she said. ”

"Very interesting answer." I said, "This book, I'm reading it for the first time, but I think it's a good book, and all I can say is that it's drowned out in a sea of books." ”

"Thank you...... Answer. She politely saluted me, then pushed the door open and walked away. Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to rush forward and hold her in my arms. I think I must be crazy, if I didn't have a shred of sanity, I'm afraid I'd have done something terrible to Xiao Tao.

I don't know why, but after Xiao Tao left, it didn't take long for me to feel very sleepy. I insisted on finishing the last chapter of the book in my hand, and went back to bed early.

In the beginning, I slept very deeply, and I had a lot of all kinds of strange dreams, all nightmares. I could clearly feel that I was dreaming, but I didn't know what it was, I just couldn't wake up.

I think it was probably about dawn when I suddenly felt a wet, itchy feeling in my ears, as if something slippery and soft had gotten into my ears, and with it, a even, but rapid snort blowing on my face. The snort is so familiar, who is it if it's not Aunt Bao?

I firmly believe that for a moment, I was awake and I opened my eyes. I was so ashamed of what I saw when I opened my eyes that I didn't even know how to describe my feelings. Because, in the haze, I saw Aunt Bao and I lying naked on the same bed, and the soft and slippery thing that slipped into my ears was Aunt Bao's tongue. Her body was like a long, withered vine, entangled me to death. It was a force I had never comprehended, and I even doubted that I could not break free from it even when I was awake. Immediately after, I heard a high-pitched, shrill cat meow outside the window, and I fell back to sleep.

By the time I woke up, I found that my room was already full of sunlight. I was the only one on the bed, and the mattress and quilt were neat, it didn't look like someone had slept at all.

I walked out of the room, everything was the same as the day before, Brother Ji had been waiting for me in the living room for a long time. Brother Ji smiled and said to me, "Brother Luo, your life is really regular, you always wake up in a hurry for lunch." ”

I felt a little embarrassed and said that I was a little unwell last night, so I slept longer. Brother Ji hurriedly asked me to ask for warmth with his unique enthusiasm, which made me a little embarrassed. During lunch, I accidentally glanced at Aunt Bao and noticed that she was also looking at me, with a lewd smile on the corner of her mouth.

I couldn't hold back my doubts anymore, and I was determined to ask Brother Ji for clarification today. But after Brother Ji had lunch, he excused himself and left. In this way, everything is the same as the previous two days, only me, Xiao Tao and Aunt Bao are left in Brother Ji's house, and of course, the three-faced Buddha placed on the west wall.

After lunch, I went to my study to read the second volume of the Tes61 Rupp Anthology. I was about to look for the book when I noticed that the first volume on the shelf was missing. At this time, Xiao Tao knocked on the door and walked in, saying, "Mr. Luo, I still have some questions for you today, aren't you very busy now?" ”

Although Xiao Tao used to do weird things like eating books at night, every time this innocent and lovely little girl came to me, I would be moved by her beauty. Perhaps, I shouldn't force myself to be a decent man, I do have an evil impulse towards Xiao Tao, but at least I have the confidence to be able to suppress my desires.

To my surprise, some of the questions that Tao talked to me about today were very esoteric, and she asked me very seriously about things that I didn't think most girls would be interested in. Religious issues such as the difference between Catholicism and Protestantism, etc. In the beginning, I tried my best to explain every question she asked her, patiently and pleasantly. But as the conversation became more cautious, I gradually felt that all the things she was talking about today were the contents of the first volume of the "Collected Works of Tes61 Rupp", could it be that she had read that thick book in one night under my guidance? I don't know what to do, I always have a bad premonition in my psyche.

In the afternoon, Aunt Bao was cooking in the kitchen, and she told me that Mr. Ji still couldn't come back tonight. Taking advantage of this, I sent Xiao Tao to ask her to go downstairs and help me buy two boxes of cigarettes at a nearby convenience store. Actually, I was an excuse to let her go. After Tao left, I did something very rude but never regretted - I sneaked into Tao Tao's room.

Xiao Tao's room is clean and tidy, except for a bed and a wardrobe, there is no furniture. I first rummaged through her closet what I was looking for, but there wasn't anything I was looking for except for some simple casual clothes and underwear. So, I searched her bed, but I still found nothing. At the moment when I decided to leave, somehow, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, picked up Xiao Tao's pillow, and opened the pillowcase—and sure enough, the first volume of the "Collected Works of Tes61 Rupp" was sandwiched in it.

I took it out and looked at it, and as I expected, the whole book was empty, except for the spine and cover, and all the pages inside were gone. I quietly put the book back in its place and quietly returned to my room.

I made a bold and somewhat neurotic assumption that Xiao Tao relied on eating books to gain knowledge. Then I remembered the conversations she had with me, and I wondered: why couldn't she give the answer when I first asked her name, but told me the next day, why did she stutter only sometimes, and articulate sometimes? Linking these questions to all sorts of strange things that have happened recently, it seems that the real thing comes to the surface.

Under normal circumstances, if a person is not engaged in work or chatting at a gathering of friends, he can probably speak three or four thousand words a day. Most of these three or four thousand words are commonly used words, but it is obvious that Xiao Tao's name "Lu" is not a commonly used word, so she was not able to say this word at that time. Why can't you say it? My guess is: because she didn't eat that word.

Maybe I'm crazy, but I just have such a strong intuition that what Xiao Tao says every day needs to be eaten the night before. She needed to eat books, not because she had some weird cases, just like some people thought the dirt was delicious. Xiao Tao eats books, which is a survival need, if she doesn't eat, she can't speak. If my reasoning is correct, then, in the early hours of the morning, if Xiao Tao had not eaten a book, she would have been mute at that time, and she could not even make a sound.

I quickly found my notebook, wrote down all my assumptions, and prepared to test it out tonight.

Although all the plans had been planned, after dinner, I soon felt tired and wanted to sleep. But I managed to survive until twelve o'clock, during which Aunt Bao came and asked me why I hadn't slept yet. I told her that I was desperate to finish the book I had before I could sleep.

When the bell struck twelve, I walked out of the study and came to the door of Xiao Tao's room, and knocked lightly on the door. But no one answered, so I knocked a few more times, and this time, after a while, Xiao Tao opened the door and came out in his pajamas.

There was a sense of fear in her eyes, as if she was hiding something but she was at a loss.

I said, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but you've told me before that I'll call you if there's anything going on in the evening, right?" ”

She nodded. But that doesn't prove my conjecture right.

I said, "Well, I'm very sleepy right now, but I don't want to sleep right now, so I want to have a cup of tea." ”

She heard what I said, and she wanted to make tea for me herself. I hurriedly said, "No, you just need to tell me where the tea is, and I'll go and burn it myself." ”

She just shook her head vigorously, as if she must make tea for me herself. I blocked her path with my body, and she suddenly fell into a more panicked state, and her face turned red. Her panic, coupled with her pink face and frightened eyes, unconsciously made me more daring, and I simply said, "You can't talk at all now, can you?" ”

She kept shaking her head, and although I was sleepy and tired, I suddenly became very excited.

I pushed Tao into her bedroom, and then broke in and locked the door. She leaned against the edge of the bed, blushing and shaking her head, she looked terrified, but she couldn't even make an "ah" sound.

Maybe I'm really crazy. Her frightened look did not arouse my sympathy for her, but aroused my desire to ravage her even stronger. I felt like my body was on fire, and her pitiful countenance was adding fuel to the fire. I felt that the last vestiges of my sanity were being devoured, and that I was about to become a beast like a wolf and a tiger.

I pushed Xiao Tao on the bed and lay on top of her like crazy, sucking every inch of her body. It was like a silent movie, and when I went inside, there was dead silence all around.

Later, I suddenly heard the door of Aunt Bao's room being opened. She rushed to the door and kept banging on Xiao Tao's door. At first, I thought she heard my voice to save Xiao Tao, but later, I heard her moaning lewdly at the doorway, like a female cat in heat at night.

I was so excited that I grabbed Tao by the neck and raped her, and then shouted to myself like a madman: "You can't speak at all!" You can't speak! You're a ghost! You're a ghost! ”

Aunt Bao let out a painful moan, the sound that had completely degraded human emotion, and only became a beastly moan.

Yes! I'm a ghost! I am desire! I'm the Three-Faced Buddha! I felt my body sinking, I felt the skin of my body begin to fester, but I still felt an indescribable joy.

Suddenly, everything seemed to stop. I heard a voice, it seemed to come from the sky, hollow and powerful, and it shook my eardrums very painfully. The voice shouted, "Brother Luo, if you don't drink this tea again, it will be cold." ”

In an instant, everything began to tremble, the surrounding scenery shattered, and in the fog, I heard Aunt Bao's last moan......

When I came back to my senses, it was still afternoon, and I was sitting on a wicker chair, and Brother Ji was sitting across from me, holding a cigarette between his fingers. On a small coffee table in the middle of us, there were two teacups with warm and cold tea.

I looked at Brother Ji and was stunned for a long time, and then I gradually understood and said, "This ...... Is it a dream? Is it a fantasy? ”

Brother Ji looked at me with a smile, nodded, and said, "A fantasy full of desire." ”

"I ...... in that illusion"

Brother Ji stretched out his hand and motioned for me not to talk any further, saying, "You don't need to tell me what you see in the illusion, I am only responsible for guiding you into the illusion, and your illusion is only related to yourself, which is beyond my control." Everyone has desires in their hearts, intellectual curiosity, lust, possessiveness, control, etc., etc., etc., but there will be different manifestations in the illusion. Brother Ji stood up, paced around the room, and said, "Brother Luo, I believe that you are an upright person, and you have to believe this yourself." You don't need to feel guilty about what you did in your illusions, because sometimes, lust can be contagious. All I tell you is not to be ashamed, there is nothing wrong with eating and drinking the great desires of men and women, but if you indulge in desires, you will eventually fall. ”

I nodded silently, my eyes unconsciously glancing at the three-faced Buddha on the western wall. Everything in this world is but a dream for him. Looking at the expressionless face of the Buddha statue, I felt that the Buddha was compassionate for the first time in my life.

After dinner, Brother Ji asked me to stay for a while, but I don't miss this place anymore. I have a desperate desire to go back right away, because I already have a good story in my head, and now, I can't wait to write it down.

So, that night, despite Brother Ji's gracious stay, I decided to take the latest train to leave here.

Late at night, I sat in an empty carriage and couldn't sleep for a long time. So, I opened my notebook and prepared to record my illusion as it was.

However, when I opened my notebook, I was stunned. It has been clearly written all over my fantasy, including Xiao Tao and Aunt Bao. Since everything is an illusion, when did I record these memories? Why do the things I write down in the illusion appear in reality?

I suddenly remembered Brother Ji's advice to me—in this world, what you see, hear, smell, and feel may not be real, and those things you don't perceive may not be nothing.

Perhaps, this sentence can also be said in the opposite way - in this world, you may not be able to perceive the real things, and those empty things may have been engraved in your heart.

The flight attendant came, and I saw that she had a small pottery face.

2013-8-3

(Postscript: I wrote this thing intermittently for more than half a month, and I was uninspired at first.) Later, one day, when I went to the good book bookstore to buy magazines and check out, the cashier [everyone should know Lu Dao such a person] didn't know who Lu Dao was talking to, and smiled with a red face. She may have done it unintentionally, but I was immediately inspired as soon as I walked out of the bookstore. The plot I imagined at the beginning was very different from what I am now. As for how everyone understands, everyone can have their own way, if I say too much, I will be annoyed, I can only say that all the characters, plots, numbers, and names in this are not blind, they are all for a reason, and they are all necessary! Remember! ）