He ran so fast that he could almost smell the roasting of his intestines, and before he could let the unbelievable heat stun, he finally escaped into the alley, which was surrounded by more and more people, and there would be some old scavengers or children with school bags passing by.

Ah Wu tried to find something to shelter the rising sun, but couldn't pick anything up, so he hid in the stairwell of an apartment and finally cooled down.

Ah Wu hugged his knees, aimlessly hiding in the dark part of the stairwell, every time someone went out or pushed open the door of the apartment, a burst of hot wind would pour into the stairwell, burning his whole body, his head, face, arms, and the crack in his waist also emitted a stronger pain than before, especially the intestine hanging outside the body, so that the heat steamed, in addition to the pain, it also emitted a slight smell of cooked food, which reminded him of his favorite large intestine noodles, and couldn't help retching a few times.

The heat that suffocated him, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, seemed to be related to the flow of white clouds in the sky, and the number of them.

The heat reached its peak at noon, and in spite of hiding in the shadows of the stairwell, he was dizzy from the hot air that bulged through the cracks in the doors, windows, and mailbox delivery holes, and he sometimes looked up slightly at the door as the occupants entered and exited, and it was like a sea of fire outside, so bright that he could not look directly.

He knew that if he went out at this time, he would inevitably turn to charred ashes like those ghosts in the movie who touched the sun.

Ah Wu could only shrink his body as far as he could, hugging his knees, his mind blank, and the heat seemed to burn him endlessly, making him unable to think or move. More than an hour before the sun went down, he finally fainted.

Bang-bang-bang-bang

What is so loud?

Bang-bang-bang-bang

It seems to be the sound of footsteps, whose footsteps are so loud and so disturbing?

Ah Wu opened his eyes, the surroundings were cold, it turned out that the night had come again, and his first thought was that if the day was so difficult, then his future days would be very difficult, and it would be hard to be a ghost.

Bang-bang-bang-bang

The footsteps were louder, and Ah Wu was like a mouse in a dark ditch sniffing the smell of a cat, his whole body tense and engrossed.

The sound of footsteps carried an indescribable feeling, and the professional acumen he had accumulated over the years urged him to flee as quickly as possible, so he reflexively slipped out of the stairwell without thinking about it, and was about to grab the door.

The door won't open.

Awuden remembered that in the morning he had slipped in when an old man opened the door, but the iron door was closed, and he couldn't open it, let alone press the door button on the lock—as a ghost, he couldn't move anything in the human world at this time.

Bang-bang-bang-bang

Just as the strange sound of the staircase was getting closer, the iron door suddenly opened, and it was opened by a schoolgirl returning home. Ah Wu didn't think about it, he squeezed out, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the strange look on the face of the night woman who came in with him, did she notice him?

Ah Wu ran wildly for a while, running out of the streets, shoeing left and right through the tangled alleys, still looking back from time to time, until he was sure that he was completely free of the oppression that disturbed him.

He wandered aimlessly and came to a night market, which was not yet late at night, when it was at its most crowded. He rubbed shoulders and touched the crowds, and he could feel the bodies of the people hitting him, but the people who bumped into him didn't seem to notice at all.

Most of the time before his death, after he swaggered into others, he threw a cold "sorry" at most, but at this time, the pedestrians in front of him didn't take him seriously, knocking him staggering, and he didn't take a steady step. A young student kept waving his hand in front of him, talking endlessly to the classmates next to him, Ah Wu and the student collided, and finally couldn't hold it back, and slapped the student's head, three or four times in a row, the student was still the same, still laughing.

Ah Wu sighed, he had no choice but to stuff the intestines that had slipped out of his anger back into his abdomen, he was more disgusted with his intestines than being pushed by pedestrians, and the soft sand and swing of the dry intestines made him feel sick to his stomach.

He walked for a while, saw more food stalls, he vaguely remembered that he used to play in this night market when he was alive, and probably recognized those stalls with good reputations, he tried to recall the taste of those snacks, and a sudden feeling made him feel as if he was still alive, a feeling of hunger.

"No wonder Bye Bye has to prepare so much food, it turns out that ghosts are hungry too." Ah Wu laughed a few times, passed by a skewer barbecue stall, looked at the skewers of barbecue meat skewers coated with sauce on the stall fire rack, and felt even more hungry in his stomach, even his intestines that occasionally ran out were rustling and wriggling, revealing the idea of wanting to eat, he couldn't help but grab the grilled meat skewers on the stall, but he couldn't pick them up.

He simply bent down and lowered his head to bite the meat skewers that had been grilled, and even stuck out his tongue to lick them, but he couldn't taste them at all, as if he was licking a plastic model in the shape of food, he couldn't feel the hardness, and his teeth couldn't bite into the meat.

He felt very sad, and stood by the skewer of the skewers in a daze, and he felt as if he were in a world of illusions, which was false and empty except himself. He tried to put his hands on the charcoal shelf, but he could only faintly feel the warmth, like a person putting his hands to his mouth to breathe.

He stopped in front of a stall selling pirated pornographic CDs, and he still remembered that the owner of this pirated pornographic disc stall used to be familiar with himself, almost to buy ten and get two free, and his memories of the past few years were sporadic and fragmentary, and he was reluctant to leave this person he had a little impression of for a while. He hopes to use this boss to recall some people and things, such as the old brother who always followed him and kept shouting after "Brother Xiaowu" and "Brother Xiaowu", and they often picked up new films in front of this stall. At this point, he saw more on the stall that he hadn't seen before, so he habitually reached for it - of course, he couldn't pick it up.

To his left is a middle-aged man with a huge beer belly, sophisticated and selective, dismissive of his boss's recommendations; To his right were three high school boys, giggling through the films in front of them, pushing their glasses, swallowing saliva, and pulling the crotch of their pants to adjust their positions.

"!" Ah Wu felt a tingling itch in his waist, and looked down to see that it was the protruding thick straw on the pearl milk tea cup in the hand of the high school student next to him, which happened to be against the intestines in the broken mouth in his waist, he stepped back in anger, and was about to raise his foot to kick someone, but suddenly found that what he was bumping into behind him was a girl wearing a short skirt and a beautiful face.