Liu Changan patted the back of Qin Yanan's hand, and gently pulled his arm out of her arms, and his arm felt a hardness, which was her Jade Guanyin.

It seems that even the Jade Guanyin invited from the Miyin Temple did not bring her real peace, Liu Changan looked at her suspiciously, "Do you really believe that there are ghosts?"

Qin Yanan nodded vigorously.

"A dialectical materialist believes that there are ghosts, and most likely he has actually seen them. "Liu Changan often says something, others don't take it to heart, just think he's talking nonsense, but on the contrary, Liu Changan can easily find something from the seemingly absurd performance and language.

"No, I'm just afraid, I believe that there are ghosts, just because I have seen them, doesn't mean I've seen them. Qin Yanan took two steps back and leaned back against the carriage.

Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan, Qin Yanan's breathing was slightly short, but she didn't look like she was lying.

If you have never seen a ghost, but believe that there are ghosts, you have at least felt the existence of ghosts.

"Ghosts?"

Liu Changan looked at the coffin in front of him, and then looked at Qin Yanan.

"Can you feel what's inside the coffin?" asked Liu Changan curiously.

Qin Yanan was taken aback, "Ah, what do you mean...... What's in the coffin?"

"Don't you sense a ghost in the coffin?"

"Nope!"

It's not because she feels that there is a ghost in the coffin, so what happened to make her feel the existence of a ghost?

Sleepwalking.

Liu Changan felt that the only event that could be connected at this moment was sleepwalking, and Zhu Juntang's description seemed to be a ghost, which also became Liu Changan's label of association.

In other words, Qin Yanan didn't just treat her sleepwalking as she said, she probably felt that she was a ghost.

She calls herself a dialectical materialist, so she must believe in scientific explanations, and even if she is distressed by sleepwalking, she should not feel like a ghost in any case.

Unless her sleepwalking condition is so abnormal that it can't be explained by sleepwalking.

She lives alone, and Zhu Juntang didn't go to sleep with her anymore, if Zhu Juntang finds something abnormal, he will definitely come to Liu Changan.

So how did she discover her abnormality? When she sleepwalked, she knew that she was sleepwalking, and she was soberly aware of her words and actions?

It's very unlikely that she's sleepwalking, but she has a camera...... Afterwards, she learned about the weirdness of her sleepwalking through the monitoring of the camera?

This possibility is very high, combined with the fact that when she went to her house for the first time, she happened to destroy the video recorded by the surveillance, which means that it was most likely not an accident, but she did it on purpose...... She didn't want others to see the strange situation when she was sleepwalking, and Zhu Juntang's description was actually the real situation, not the feeling that Qin Yanan gave after an understatement of explanation.

It seems that Qin Yanan's computer is a key point, but she probably won't casually agree to give her computer to Liu Changan to fiddle with, and Liu Changan is too lazy to find an excuse to deceive people.

If you do this matter by yourself, Liu Changan thinks it is not appropriate, so let Zhu Juntang do it.

"There is a cloud in the Book of Rites, all living beings will die, and death will return to the earth, which is called a ghost. Liu Changan held Qin Yanan's palm that unconsciously stretched out to pull his arm, pulled her to the edge of the coffin, and put her hand on the coffin, "Here are living people, of course they are not ghosts, at most they are zombies." ”

Qin Yanan's fingers trembled slightly, and the bronze coffin had a cold and almost cold feeling even in the summer like a furnace in the county, as if walking into an ancient secluded mansion, even if the iceman was wearing thick and solid, he would still feel the cold air entering his body, and he shivered all over.

Qin Yanan's fingertips seemed to be forced by the cold to tremble for a moment, and then fell, what made her a little puzzled was that the light and dark environment in the carriage had not changed, but the colorful paintings she saw showed the increase and decrease of light and shade under the tips of her fingers, showing the beauty of the lifelike lines and patterns in front of her eyes...... There are other sounds and images:

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the lack of time......"

"Are you still in the mood to think about this?"

"Hurry up and bury it!"

"Look at her still staring at us fiercely like a little, haha, Baga!"

The voices of several men mixed with Chinese and Japanese, speaking in Kansai dialect, with a fierce and brutal taste, as well as a mixture of courage and firm belief, instantly appeared in Qin Yanan's mind.

What kind of scene is that?

Or a very common scenario.

There is a man to be sacrificed.

She was dressed in simple local villagers' clothes, and in order to carry out her tasks, her pretty and moving cheeks were red and black, and her hair was messy.

Her eyes are still shining, whether they are blooming with hatred or unwillingness, they all have a determined light, and her face is full of stubbornness and fearlessness.

A pit was dug in the ground, and her enemies had absolutely no kindness to collect the bodies of the dead, but they were happy to bury a man alive.

She dug the pit herself, dug it for a while and patted it, leveling the dirt underneath.

She is going to die, and she has to die to maintain her dignity, and she will not show any ugliness of struggle and submission to satisfy their brutal expectations.

"During the time I am away, you must take care and don't die. ”

But...... There are some things that he knows are dangerous, but someone has to do them, and he doesn't want to die himself, but should other comrades die?

Today, I really have to sacrifice, but I don't have too many regrets, because in addition to myself, the sacrifices of countless people have created the final victory, which is right in front of me, and she is also a touch of red in the river of blood flowing in this land.

It's a pity that I can't see victory anymore, and I can't see the future of this land...... Maybe the future will not be as perfect as the ideal, but it must be better than the present, and I will never regret the sacrifice of the present.

Just like life, nothing is eternally beautiful, but we will never give up the pursuit of ideals.

I can't see him anymore, I have been used to relying on him since I was a child, being protected by him, even in more dangerous situations, he also protects his own safety, maybe because of this, she always feels that she can't die, and she is not afraid of death.

But she never imagined that one day he would leave, and she would face these most heart-wrenching scum in human history alone.

I still remember the young man I saw when I was a child, and my uncle pulled him to her side: "He is your brother." ”

That young man, his eyebrows seemed to be as clear as if they were still close in front of him, and he was probably the only one who was eternal.

Brother, we all know that there is no afterlife, but I really want to see you again......