[As I imagined what was happening in my room, I thought of the mark on the ceiling. I usually watch a lot of detective dramas, and I watch a lot of American dramas, which mention blood traces or something. I saw that the mark on the ceiling had seeped down from the upper floor.

[I am not familiar with the neighbors on this side of the new house, but my parents have become familiar with the neighbors through the introduction of the previous landlord. But they couldn't see anything, and they didn't quite believe what I said.

[Don't blame them for this. I have never behaved abnormally since I was a child. I read that some people on the Internet said that children in the family would stare at one place and cry suddenly, which I never had when I was a child. When I talked to my parents about the traces and my conjectures, they were also confused and told me that I hadn't seen them when I was a kid and that it was unlikely that I would suddenly see them when I grew up. I also didn't tell them in detail what I saw. I'm just saying there are marks on the walls, like bloodstains. They stopped believing me after making sure there wasn't anyone dead in the room. I didn't dare tell them that I had seen very clear marks such as human faces and fingerprints, for fear of scaring them.

[Curiosity kills cats.] My parents and friends couldn't help, they persuaded me, and the information I got at the time proved that no one had died in the room or in the upstairs house, but I still didn't give up. My dad was going to repaint the walls to reassure me, and my mom kept urging me to go to a special hospital for a check-up, but I really cared about it.

[I don't know if I should be glad about my future behavior.

[I found a time, and when my parents were not at home, I ran upstairs and knocked on the upstairs door.

[As far as I know, there should be a family living upstairs, with old people and no children. The person who opened the door to me was an old lady, not so old, probably the age of retirement. She was very kind, knew I lived downstairs, and asked me if there was a leak in their house or something wrong. She also mentions the previous homeowners. She and the family should have a good relationship, and they can hang out with each other.

[The old lady said a lot, and invited me into the house.

[I didn't go in, and I didn't have time to interrupt her.

[I saw footprints on her doorstep.] It's like the footprints I saw on that rainy day. It's like chicken feet, and it's like human hands and feet, but when it lands, the way of exerting force is different from that of normal people. The footprints were messy, even more messy than those on a rainy day, not in one direction. It seemed to be running around the house, and there were marks on the furniture and walls.

[I was scared right then. When I reacted, I said goodbye to the old lady. The old lady may have taken me for a bad person, and she didn't look at me quite right. But I just ran away, and I didn't explain, I couldn't explain.

[I think I saw the truth. The traces in my room are one part, and the traces in the upstairs house are another, and when the two parts are put together, they are the truth. This truth is somewhat absurd. I think that in the community, in our building, we have two rooms above and below, and strange things have come in, maybe some kind of monster, they are fighting in our house, one side kills the other. Not one or two monsters, but a lot of them. I saw so many footprints on that rainy day.

[It's like in a movie, in the city we live in, there are creatures that we can't see. They coexist with us, in the same space, but we can't see them. Occasionally, people can see it. I saw traces of them. I don't see their bodies. Their body is probably terrifying, and judging by the footprints, they are a kind of monster compared to people. It could also be a monster turned into a man. For example, zombies in movies.

[This thought has been in my head for a long time.] I can tell my parents and my friends that there are strange marks in my room, but I can't say what I guess. If I hadn't come up with this idea myself, I would have thought it ridiculous. It's hard to talk about.

You might laugh at me, too. I held this in my heart for a long time. The walls of the house are being repainted. I also went to the hospital several times to have my eyes checked. I'm fine. The wall paint is painted, and when it dries, the marks will resurface. With a new lampshade, those traces will also emerge because it is not on the lampshade, but on the wall behind the lampshade. Those traces are like carved on the building, carved into the reinforced concrete, painting the wall, changing the furniture, and not using it at all.

[I've thought about asking the previous homeowner.] Those things are fighting in the room, and they may hear sounds. The upstairs family may have heard the sound as well. If I ask this kind of question, people will think I'm mentally ill. I also wanted to go over and look at the owner's former furniture and see the long table. There are marks on the walls, and there may be marks on the long table. But as mentioned earlier, it's a question I'm not going to talk about.

[This incident tormented me a little.

[I told my parents that I wanted to buy new furniture and blocked that wall. The ceiling is not easy to block, so I bought that kind of starry sky lamp, projected on the ceiling, and the traces are not very visible.

[This should solve my problem.]

[But I had a nightmare yesterday.] I dreamed that blood was dripping from the ceiling, dripping on my head. The location of my bed wasn't actually directly below the stain. Nightmares don't make much sense. I dreamed of blood dripping down my face. I woke up with a noise, opened my eyes, and saw a monster. I didn't dream of what the monster looked like, I just felt scared. I immediately ran away and ran to the living room, where I saw a lot of monsters fighting. Running out of the door, in the hallways, on the stairs, and in the elevators, there were monsters fighting, and there were blood stains everywhere. I also slipped and fell straight down the stairs to the first floor. I finally got out of that building. Then I went to my old home. In the former home, there were monsters sitting in the living room and monsters lying in the bedroom. They occupied that house.

[I woke up.

[This feeling is particularly uncomfortable.

[Usually I'm not so scared, it's a bit like seeing a cockroach, and then I'm very uneasy for a few days.] I always felt that there was something terrible hidden in the corner of the house.

[I don't know when I'll be better and don't care about this kind of thing.]

We can't see them. If they fight, the furniture doesn't break, so they shouldn't affect us. Life can go on.

[I'm just very uncomfortable.

[I'd like to talk to someone.]

[I'm sorry I sent you so much content, and I don't want you to send it out yet.]

[Originally, it didn't matter if I sent it out, but I told my family and friends about these things. If anyone sees it, they'll know what I guess. There is a sense of shame.

[I'm sorry. Excuse me for watching my nagging for so long. [kneeling]]

Today is a big day in the capital city.

The number of ghosts lining up at the gate of the city increased considerably, and they all craned their necks in anticipation and looked at the slowly moving procession.

The queue has been lined up since the previous two days. Unlike the ghosts of the past who waited at the gates of the city waiting for news, this new team is the one who has left the city. The ghosts in line are waiting for the bull head and horse face to take them out of the city and return to their homes in the sun to visit their relatives.

The gates of the city were still open, but the fog outside the city had dissipated a lot, and the desolate loess avenue leading straight to the sky could be seen.

The bull-headed horse noodles are understaffed, so they only send the ghosts to the yang world, and then wait for the winter solstice to pass, and pick up the ghosts one by one, and they don't really press each ghost back to their home.

This practice originally belonged to the mid-year festival with a more relaxed atmosphere. It is said that when the underworld still existed, every year in the middle of the Yuan, some ghosts living in the capital and the deterrean could go to the yang world to "let off steam". As for the winter solstice, it is necessary to go home, and there can be no ghosts lingering elsewhere.

After the dungeon is gone, the two festivals have become almost the same.

Every year in the middle of the Yuan and winter solstice, there are ghosts who take the opportunity to escape.

In recent years, there have been ghosts sneaking out of the city.

However, there is a difference between the two.

usually sneaks out of the capital city, but you can never come back. If you don't come back on time during the middle and winter solstice, you will still have a chance to come back in the future.

There are also ghosts who stay in the yang world, and at the end of the winter solstice and when the sun rises, they mix in the ghost team that returns to the capital and settle in the city.

Jiang Longchang had never been home before.

This time, he was ready to go home early on the day of the winter solstice.

He and his wife have explained it, and he is also the first batch of ghosts to line up at the city gate.

Although he was the first to line up, he was not the first to leave the city.

Niu Tou Ma Mian couldn't speak, so he directly picked out some ghosts from their team and took them out of the city before the winter solstice.

Jiang Longchang didn't know what was going on, but it was very unusual to see two foreign faces among those ghosts.

The ghost behind him is experienced and chats with him.

"That's a little bit further away. If they are sent out on the day of the winter solstice, they may not be able to reach home in a few days. ”

Jiang Longchang asked curiously: "It's far away from Xudu?" Drunken ...... In the middle, right? ”

He remembered that there was a scenic spot called Xudu, which seemed to be the location of the legendary Xudu.

Of course, it was a legend he had heard during his lifetime.

After seeing it with his own eyes, he knew that the capital really existed.

"Not that. That's okay too. The ghost shook his head and said, "You know the high-speed train, right?" ”

Jiang Longchang nodded.

At the time of his death, the country had already built many high-speed rail lines.

"That capital city is a passenger station in the sun, the largest one. Huangquan Road is all over the country, just like the high-speed rail line. It's fast to walk that way, but Huangquan Road can only be walked by bulls and horses. I heard that black and white impermanence is even more powerful, bring your own plane, and you can fly anywhere. When we went out of town, we were taken to the big bus stations by bulls and horses, and then we had to walk home on our own. The ghost talked eloquently, "You have to have a good memory, your hometown hasn't been rebuilt much, you can rub the bus and the subway back." If you can't, you'll have to follow your instincts. Some road idiots want to go home, but they are scared, and they can only stand there every year to watch. ”

He gestured to the ghosts gathered on the other side of the wall.

The ghosts hesitated, turning their heads to each other and sighing.

Jiang Longchang originally thought that they were ghosts without a home, and he sympathized with them, but he didn't expect them to be a group of road idiots.

Jiang Longchang can't care about sympathizing with others now.

"I don't know if my hometown has been remodeled. In the two years since I died, I have been building roads and subways every year, and every day has changed...... Where is this passenger terminal? Is it just a high-speed rail station? Or is it the kind of City God Temple? I had never been to our City God Temple or high-speed rail station before. Jiang Longchang was worried, and without waiting for the ghost to answer, he slapped his forehead and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

This mobile phone is still the one that Uncle Li burned to him.

"I sent a message to my brother and asked him to wait for me at my house. He didn't know if he knew the way, and if he could come and pick me up. Jiang Longchang's mobile phone interface is still stuck on the communication record.

He successfully sent several WeChat messages this morning, and also successfully received a reply from Uncle Li.

"Yo! Do you have a mobile phone? Anyone else you can contact? That's easy to do. You just have to navigate the past. The ghost said enviously, "If you have a mobile phone, you can just use the navigation." Do you have navigation on this phone? ”

Jiang Longchang didn't understand much.

He learned to use WeChat quite quickly, and he happened to meet an enthusiastic young ghost who was taught to him.

He didn't use it anymore for navigation. He didn't even need to navigate when he was drunk.

Jiang Longchang directly handed the phone to the ghost.

The ghost tinkered twice, and was amazed, "Your phone is good, well done, everything is complete." You don't know the last time I saw one, it's too lacking in morality, I got the shape of a smart phone, there is nothing on the screen, I didn't get the charging hole, just a brick. And one received a car, hey, toy car! Not to mention the engine inside, the door handles are all painted, don't make a good ......"

The ghost complained while operating the navigation software for Jiang Longchang.

“…… Where is your home? The ghost asked.

Jiang Longchang reported the address.

"As soon as the winter solstice arrives, this network speed will be good. Usually you can only play stand-alone, it's too boring. The ghost began to talk to itself again.

The ghosts next to him all joined in the fun.

"Not really. I can't get through on the phone. ”

"I wanted to talk to my daughter last time, but I couldn't get through that effort."

"It's okay if you can't get through. I called, and he hung me up. ”

"Maybe it wasn't your son who hung it up, it was an unfamiliar number, and it was hung up as a pyramid scheme."

"You're not the worst. There's a ghost next door to me, the devil is stunned, when I first came, I sat there every day and called his family, and I got through, and I couldn't hear him when he spoke, and he heard a few words intermittently when he spoke on the other side. Finally, Zhongyuan's signal was good that day, and he was happy, but as soon as the phone was connected, his wife scolded him directly, asking him to stop making harassing calls, and he hung up after scolding, and he couldn't get through if he called again. ”

"It's miserable."

"Poor ......"

Jiang Longchang listened with a relative, "That's why I haven't contacted my daughter." Dead are dead, and what are you going to bother them about? They just have to live a good life. ”

"That's right!"

"It's just a glance every year."

"yes. Can you really bless them? I can't get through on the phone. ”

After tinkering with Jiang Longchang's mobile phone, the ghost asked suspiciously, "Then ...... you are today?"

Jiang Longchang took the phone, thanked him, and replied, "As far as I just said, I am an old brother." He also died, less than half a year after his death. I handed him a letter that day and dreamed about it. Alas...... Still couldn't save it......"

The ghost sympathized, "He didn't believe you? ”

"I think it's because I can't make it clear." Another ghost next to him chimed in.

There are also ghosts in this team who know Jiang Longchang, who is a ghost who was waiting for news at the city gate with Jiang Longchang some time ago, and interjected to answer instead of Jiang Longchang: "It's all because of this signal!" Too bad! When the old dragon brother received the dream, he burned the paper for him, and at that time, he burned the mobile phone. But what's the use? ”

Jiang Longchang also sighed regretfully.

"We ordinary people don't understand. In the past few years, there have been few people who understand signals, so install a signal here in Xudu? A ghost said suddenly.

"I don't think so."

"Don't talk about signals. Most of the houses here are not built by us. ”

"Everything in the city seems to have come out of itself."

"The bull head and horse face don't speak, and the black and white impermanence doesn't seem to know what's going on here."

"If you want to ask, you have to ask the people there." A ghost stretched out his hand and pointed to the center of the city.

Before he could lower his hand, all the ghosts felt a slight tremor of the land.

The buildings in the city and the walls around the city shook regularly.