It's been a long time, but I still remember the scene of that day. During that time, my fate was completely rewritten after a great drift. My young life was like the dawn after dawn, but now those times can only be remembered as a bygone day. My eyes slowly closed, and I was back in the early winter evening......

Deep in the dense forest, in a snow-capped clearing, a two-story wooden house made entirely of logs. My clothes and hair were soaked with melted snow, and my body was shaking uncontrollably, even though the room was a little hotter. I stared at and carefully looked at the person opposite: not tall, more than 1.7 meters, slightly muscular, wearing snow camouflage pants and a bean-green cautious short-sleeved shirt, the age should be about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, the facial lines are handsome, the eyebrows are relatively light but very clear, and the hair is black with long hair.

The style of this wooden house is rarely seen in China: the exterior wall is visible from the window, which is made of whole logs that are split in two and stacked inwards to form the wall, which feels like an enlarged raft. I should be in a room of about 20 square meters in the corner of this house now, because this room has windows on both sides. It's already dark, and it should be around five to six in the afternoon. From the interior furnishings, this is a study, the books on the shelves are either ancient Chinese books bound in line, or foreign books printed with foreign languages with the marks of the times, plus Chinese classical furniture, the antique reveals a kind of mystery that I don't know if it is my psychological effect or other reasons.

My mind was desperately searching for fragments of memory, and finally I remembered a rough afternoon that seemed like a dream to me:

Just this afternoon, I didn't know anything about this ghost place, and I had almost collapsed and "intruded" into their "territory" like a walking corpse, and I didn't know why they didn't know why they seemed to be strict and sacred. I somehow got knocked out and locked up in a wooden hut without a roof, a space of airy planks on all sides. As I gradually shifted from chaos to vague consciousness, there were bursts of pain that gradually became clear, unspeakable discomfort all over my body, and just before my consciousness came out of the blur, there was another shock from the back of my neck that made me unconscious again. When I woke up again, I was tied to a chair in this study.

The person on the opposite side sat on the edge of the table opposite with his hands on the table, his calves hanging down naturally, and swaying back and forth leisurely from time to time.

"Who are you?" he crossed his hands on the table to his chest, and his calves stopped shaking.

I didn't answer, just continued to look at him with confused eyes, and cursed secretly in my heart: "I didn't expect the matter of kidnapping the ticket to fall on my head Liang Heze." ”

"Liang Heze, good name. Don't worry, we're not kidnapping, you don't have to be afraid, and I won't hurt you. "He knew what I was thinking without me having to say it!

"How do you know?!" I was shocked, and my brain instantly swelled.

"You don't need to know how you got here. He fiddled with his fingernails and asked me indifferently.

My heart was full of horror, and I couldn't calm down for a while, my eyes stared blankly at a corner, and I subconsciously muttered and subconsciously replied: "I don't know how I got to you, I originally just wanted to find a secluded place to go around, and then suddenly fainted and appeared here." I ......"

"You're lying! Do you think I'm going to believe it? He raised his voice, jumped from the table to the floor, and moved slightly closer to me.

"No, you're skeptical right now, and you're not sure if what I'm saying is true or not. I said in a firm tone, word for word, and after several efforts, I tried to calm my mind as much as possible, trying to recover some of the decline.

His expression intensified at the hearing of my words, and his eyebrows almost flickered together. After a while, he looked at the fireplace next to him and said, "When you look up to the right, you may not be thinking." But this time...... You got it right. ”

As soon as these words came out, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, shock, surprise, and fear?...... I can't tell the difference. I've read in a book that a person's eyes glance in different directions between conversations represent different mental activities, and a glance to the upper right represents thinking. I'm not sure if I'm right in my memory, but I want to take it out and give it a try, because I don't believe in mind reading. However, now I am completely out of proportion, and my heart is full of fear and a hint of yearning for this unbelievable but unexplained ability.

"Don't be envious, sooner or later you will have it, and it will be stronger. Rather, you already have it, but you don't know it. He picked up a white cigarette at some point, squinted and said casually.

He was able to capture even the subtle mental activity of yearning for a passing pass, and all I could give back was surprise: "How do you know, and you are so sure ......"

"Brother Feng!" A crisp girl interrupted me outside the room.

The door was pushed open. A girl in a gray and white ski suit and black shawl hair under a white ski hat suddenly appeared in front of her, and she really jumped in. Before I could take a closer look, the girl looked at me and exclaimed excitedly, "Hey, it's another lump of meat, how did you catch it?"

He shook his head and looked at the girl, and said a little helplessly: "It's still so brainless, a ghost in front of you is a lump of meat, alas...... When will I grow up...... I don't know how to die if I die carefully. ”

"Hehe, I look at his figure, it should be a dragon, it must be more than 1.9 meters. The girl said playfully.

"No, no...... What kind of mess are you, one moment of ghosts, one moment of ghosts, and one moment of ghosts, it is time for you to come out. I'm still a lump of meat, your sister!, what the hell are you talking about?!" I yelled at him.

"You'll figure it out in a moment. But now I sue you, one thing you are right, we are the charm of the ghost, no, it should be said that it is us. He accentuated his tone with the word "we".

"What kind of mess is us, I see you are a mess of a bunch of crazy people, who has anything to do with you, people don't want to be ghosts, you!" I roared and broke free, but there was no sign of breaking away from me under the violent shaking of the chair.

"Brother Feng, hurry up and let them go, it's not good. The girl snorted at him, and although I had a crush on her, I couldn't bear to say "twitter" to describe her, but I really couldn't find a better word to describe her at this time.

"Don't worry, I don't know where he is holy now, how can he be so careless. You can't think that everyone is a good person, so sooner or later you will suffer, and you are a charm, these few months, nothing. He looked at the girl and said with his eyebrows tightly locked.

"It's so tiring and it's not fun. Give me some time, ......," the girl said, shaking his arm coquettishly.

He completely ignored the girl who was shaking him, looked at me and asked, "I just have two questions: one, when did you sublimate?

"Sublimation, what sublimation?" I was so confused by him that I didn't know what was going on.