We squatted on the wall and took a flashlight to shine inside, a huge yard, overgrown with weeds and desolate, there were rockeries and ponds with many trees, the wind was whining and blowing, the grass and trees were swaying, like a scene in the chat, and the ghost could look longing at any time.

And I don't know what's going on here, the air here feels very cloudy, and the thick sour and bitter smell of rotting leaves seems to be very thick, and it is a little difficult to breathe.

The voice of the singing opera is still lingering, as if there is no need to ventilate, no matter how good the singing skills are, there is no such singing method, what is not in line with realistic logic can only be an illusion, not to mention that I know in my heart that Chen Jinziyu died more than four years ago.

Died at the hands of Li Xu.

I don't know why, I can't forget this, any time I think of Chen Jin Ziyu's death, I will think of the way Li Xu shot at that time, lingering, sometimes I will inevitably think about it, deep in my subconscious, is it a little to blame Li Xu, blame her for killing Chen Jin Ziyu.

It's a thought that is not under my control, and I can't find it without digging deeper, but it's true. My reason is on Li Xu's side, but deep in my subconscious, I have deep, deep feelings for Chen Jinziyu, which is why this wonderful collision occurred.

The sweet potato-faced ugly man lit a cold firework and threw it into the courtyard, illuminating a patch of weeds and a nearby staircase, a corridor, and a broken carved wooden door.

I saw that the wooden door was half-hidden, and it was hard to tell if it was really half-open or if it was my hallucination, and it was difficult to ask, so I could only pretend not to care.

Just as I was looking and about to jump down, the sweet potato-faced ugly man suddenly let out a scream of fear and fell inside. I was so startled by him that I instinctively wanted to grab his hand, but it was too late, he had already fallen into the yard, so I panicked and moved the light of the flashlight to where he had just been, and saw what scared him like that.

It's a hand.

A pale, swollen and distorted human hand, with thick fingers and thin fingertips, stretched out from the inside of the wall, like a man who had drowned in the water and had been soaked for many days and was still crying out for help from the people on the shore in the most desperate way.

I gasped, although I immediately understood that it was just a magic hand and not a real human hand, and I was still panicked, because it was too terrifying, too much like a real person's hand, Yin Saburo told me that I had no concept in my mind, thinking that it was just a little similar, I didn't expect it to be like this, and I felt my stomach churning when I looked at it twice, and I wanted to vomit.

The sweet potato-faced ugly man was swearing down there, and he didn't forget to remind me to be careful, saying that the walls were full of ghosts. I looked down at the inside of the courtyard wall, and there were a large number of people's hands, large and small, fat and thin, long, short, black, white, and yellow, hanging all over the wall, some of which seemed to have been soaked in water for thousands of years, stretching straight out, revealing deep resentment; Some were as if they had been tossed on the stove, charred and withered, with fingers half-curled; Some look like zombies, with layers of moldy hair......

The most frightening thing is that there are still a few, exactly like the hands of living people, with shiny and fair skin, and they look very elastic. One of them, a baby-sized fat whirring hand stretched out obliquely, palm upward, as if begging for candy from someone.

After staring at them for a long time, I could still feel that they seemed to be moving, trembling a little and stretching up slightly, as if they were going to drag me down. And it is densely pasted on the wall, you can't see the head when you look here, you can't see the head when you look at it, and even the back of the gate is overgrown, and the perimeter of the whole house is protected by the airtight, if I don't have to wade through this pool of muddy waters, I will definitely turn around and run.

It's really scary.

The sweet potato-faced ugly man shook my face with a flashlight and told me to hurry down. I nodded, hurriedly responded, jumped into the courtyard with one hand on the wall, and landed on my knees steadily, feeling as light as a swallow, probably because the smell of the magic hand fungus was at work, and I was about to feel the presence of the earth's gravity.

Looking back at the wall, those pale and deformed hands, some clenched into fists slightly, some struggled to prop out, some hung listlessly, and some knuckles twisted into strange and terrifying postures. The more I looked, the more I felt that they were slowly reaching towards us.

I stepped back, then turned away, ignoring the things.

The front yard is not big, the front and left and right are two-story wooden buildings, there should be a yard behind our main building, the whole looks like just an ordinary ancient house, but it may be more luxurious than other houses of the same era, and after years of ruthless baptism, it is now dilapidated, the weeds in the yard grow to knee-high height, and a few trees that can't see what kind of tree are drowned in those weed species, very desolate. I didn't hear the singing anymore, I didn't even notice when it broke, it disappeared as if it had never existed.

I was about to go to the second gate, when I suddenly felt a gust of wind on the left, and subconsciously turned my face to look, and saw a corpse hanging from a tree next to the pond, swaying by the wind. I swallowed saliva with difficulty and told myself over and over again that it was an illusion, an illusion, an illusion, and an illusion, but the two legs couldn't resist the fear brought by vision, and I couldn't help but retreat backwards, until I hit the sweet potato-faced ugly man, stepped on him, felt embarrassed, and quickly turned around to apologize, but the person in front of me was not him, but Uncle Xiu!

It's actually Uncle Xiu.

It's really Uncle Xiu.

He stood there with a smile on his face, and his face was full of joy that he hadn't seen you grow so big in a long time. His appearance has not changed at all, exactly the same as in his memory, simple and handsome, and he smiles so warmly. He held my arm and whispered to me for not climbing the wall to play, saying how many times have I told you, there is only a cliff outside, there is nothing else, you have to climb, you have to climb, grandpa knows, you can't escape, you have to be beaten again.

I completely forgot about the hallucination and thought it was real. He was so real, and there was in his eyes the sadness and embarrassment that I used to see. He is a good person who has a lot of things on his mind but tries to be optimistic in front of people. I felt like I hadn't seen him for a century, and my heart was full of waves, and I wanted to call him but couldn't, and tears flowed down my face.

The cold smoke and flames suddenly went out, leaving only the light of the miner's lamp on his head, but what he saw was the ugly rotten sweet potato face, he glared angrily, put the gun to my chest, and said: "Suni, if you dare to take another step forward, I will directly pierce your heart!" ”

I raised my hand in surrender and stepped back, and then retreated, only two steps, his face changed back to Uncle Xiu, but it was not the same as just now, but mixed with mud and sand rotting, and my eyes were crawling with maggots, I was in mourning, tears flowed profusely, I knew that this was a hallucination caused by the poisonous gas released by the Modhal mushroom, the problem was that I didn't know if I did something radical in the hallucination that caused the sweet potato-faced ugly man to take a gun to me, or because he also hallucinated and regarded me as a threatening figure, if it was the latter, the situation would be very troublesome.

Suddenly there was a sound of slow footsteps at the second door, very light and soft, a woman wearing soft cloth-soled embroidered shoes.

I closed my eyes vigorously, no matter what, I had to find a way to get rid of this ugly man first, otherwise I would be restrained and I might be shot to death by him. But no matter how big the house is, it is very limited, and it is definitely impossible to escape, and the safest way is to stun him with a brick and tie it up and throw it outside, and then deal with it when I am done.

I was thinking about countermeasures, and suddenly there was a loud bang.

He fired.

He actually shot it!

I didn't expect him to shoot at all, I was a little shocked and lost my soul, and when I reacted, the sweet potato-faced ugly man swooped over, brushed my shoulder and went back, I looked down to check my body in a daze, there was no injury, no blood, I shook it and figured it out, the shot just now was not aimed at me, but at someone or something in his hallucination.

With a squeak, the door that was originally hidden was opened, and Chen Jinziyu came out of it, dressed in a new red dress, with her hair pulled up in a bun and two strands hanging down on her chest, her eyes and teeth were bright, and she smiled, which was very beautiful and moving.

I saw Chen Jin Ziyu standing by the door waving a water-red handkerchief beckoning to me, calling me over, I listened to her words with joy, raised my feet and walked forward, went up the steps of the three-level bluestone slab, crossed the threshold, walked forward with her footsteps, passed through the second gate, entered the inner courtyard, saw the begonia tree, saw a bustling red flower on the tree, and also saw the black well platform under the begonia tree.

Those pictures that had been broken in the dream for a long time were now finally truly presented in front of them, but Chen Jinziyu suddenly disappeared.

Behind it was another gunshot, followed by the hysterical shouting of the sweet potato-faced ugly man, get out, get out, get out of the way! Whether you die or not is none of my business! Don't pester me! I don't care about you!

I listened to it suddenly, remembering what Yin Saburo said, those grafted and transformed magic hand fungi on the courtyard wall will not only awaken the hidden memories, but also awaken the deep fears in my heart, thus distorting the memories. The sweet potato-faced ugly man must have done too much evil, and now he sees the resentment of the people he killed. He really deserves it, sooner or later, there will be a day when he will die without a place to be buried.

He's still there shouting, get out of here! I don't care about you! Then there was a terrible howl, probably hit or fallen by the person in the hallucination, I pricked up my ears to catch the movement, heard his moaning and crying, like a child very aggrieved, I couldn't help but feel a little funny, laughing at him for deserving it.

I don't care about him, I walk forward cautiously, the begonias are blooming in the yard, Chen Jinziyu should wash her long black hair under the tree, the wind will blow the begonia petals on her, the hair oil she uses will waft out the fragrance of osmanthus, she will also pull the wet hair back to her face and smile at me, these are beautiful pictures in the depths of my memory, and now I remember it clearly.

But she wasn't there.

I don't know where she went.