Different pupils

Donghai City, Dongyun Primitive Forest Scenic Area.

Xing Yu came out of the gentleman's tomb and flicked his cuffs. The exquisitely tailored suit made his figure slender and elegant, like a prince walking out of an old castle.He took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust off his leather shoes, but he was mature and elegant in his early twenties, his glances and smiles seemed to be measured with a ruler, without the slightest frivolity common to his peers.

"Young Master." The driver bowed slightly, took the handkerchief with his white gloved hand and put it in his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to notify Mr. and Madam?"

"No need." Xing Yu glanced at the so-called "tour guide" with wicked eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "It's self-inflicted, you can't live, the Xing family doesn't accept this kind of work. Let's go."

The driver nodded, and quickly walked a few steps to help Xing Yu open the car door. The "tour guide" hurried over when he saw that someone was about to leave: "Master Xing! What, what did you say? Why did you just leave? Look at me. , I paid all the deposit!"

The tour guide had a mournful face, the few hairs on his head fluttering in the wind, sweating profusely, rubbing his hands together: "Young Master Xing, do you have to give me an explanation?"

"Explanation? Did you tell me the truth again?" Xing Yu put one hand on the door, with a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, but sarcasm in his eyes, "You said you came in by mistake, no Knowing what happened, a few tourists lost their souls, and they have been unconscious until now, and you had no choice but to find the Xing family."

"Yes... yes." The tour guide licked his chapped lips, his eyes dodged, "My guests are still lying in the hospital. The family members want us to compensate, but we are also victims..."

"Victims." Xing Yu chewed these three words in his mouth almost inaudibly, and said with a smile, "A group of tomb robbers are ashamed to say they are victims? If the ancestors have spirits, they must be angry with you guys." Impossible to survive."

The tour guide's expression changed: "Hey, Young Master Xing, don't talk nonsense..."

"Digging people's ancestral graves disturbs the cleanliness of the predecessors. The Xing family will not get involved in the matter of repaying retaliation. Please be wise." Xing Yu didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, got into the car and closed the door, the second half of the sentence fell in the cold wind, Caught in the sand and dust raised by the exhaust, the tour guide's face was covered——

"The deposit is non-refundable, so please yourself."

Donghai City, Xiaonan Street.

The owner of the meatloaf stall on the street was making meatloaf, while talking in his native dialect: "This matter is such a big deal, don't you know?"

"I haven't heard of it." The young man sat at the small table, his long arms and legs couldn't be stretched apart, he bowed his body and shrunk his legs, holding a cup of milk tea in one hand, and looked at the boss curiously, "And then? What happened to the kid?" ?”

"I'm not sure about this. They said they were sent to the hospital overnight, and I don't know what happened later." The boss took the fried golden meat patties out of the pot and drained the oil. The fragrance filled the air, and the oil in the pot sizzled. Mysteriously said, "Do you think this is strange? I was walking alone on the road, and suddenly a person who looked the same as me appeared, just like looking in a mirror, black or not?"

"Well, black man." The young man imitated the boss's accent and replied lamely, took out his mobile phone thoughtfully, and wrote a few notes on the memo.

The boss put the meatloaf in a small basket and handed it to the man: "Fresh meat and beef taste the same, Qi Laoha."

"Thank you." The man blew on the meatloaf, and the aroma spread from the end of his nose, making his mouth water.One bite, the outside is crispy and the inside is soft, with plenty of juice.The fresh meat is delicious, beef with chili, spicy and delicious, with endless aftertaste.

While eating and drinking milk tea, the man swiped his finger across his phone from time to time, very busy.And next to him, squatting behind a chair, was a kid—literally, a real kid.

The kid's cheeks were bulging, his eyes were pitch black, and his face was so pale that it turned blue.

It was wearing a colorless apron, squatting barefoot, licking its lips and sniffing its nose from time to time, with a greedy look on its face.

While the boss was going to greet other guests, the young man glanced at it, and said helplessly, "You can't smell it, why are you doing such a thing?"

The kid opened his mouth, and howled like a ghost from his black mouth. The man frowned and gave it a look, and the kid shrank his shoulders and disappeared on the spot.

At this time, a voice call came, and the words "destroy the grass with hot hands" were displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

The man was startled, and wanted to follow that little ghost to disappear in place, but unfortunately he is a big living person, so the degree of difficulty is a bit high.

After gnawing off half of the meatloaf with a face of embarrassment, he slowly picked up the phone——

"Hey……"

"Madam! I'll call you Madam, do you dare to promise?!"

"..."

"Where is the outline of the trial that you agreed to give me? Did you eat it?!"

"..."

"say!"

The man swallowed what was in his mouth, pouted his mouth, and said, "Ah, so what...still writing."

"It's been half a month!" The person over there yelled, "What outline have you written for half a month? I haven't seen a single word! Big pig's hoof!"

"Here's the outline, this..." The man pinched the milk tea straw, stirred it, and said nonsense in a serious manner, "Writing too detailed actually limits my thinking, do you understand? You can't write too detailed, someone's outline can do it Write it in detail? Doesn’t that mean you just finished writing a book?”

"I don't care about others, so I'll just ask you, who is the unfinished book?"

"..."

"No matter how good the previous data is, it's useless! People only look at your outline now. If you can't make the outline well, no one will sign you!"

The man clicked his tongue, put his elbows on his knees, separated his legs slightly, and looked at the ground.

A small face slowly emerged from the ground, it was that brat just now, it widened its eyes, puffed out its cheeks and smiled at the man, then pointed to its stomach, and made a gesture of "I'm hungry".

"I know, I will as soon as possible... This time it is real, and I will give it to you before the end of next week."

The man said absent-mindedly, and randomly cut round cakes and dumplings out of toilet paper, then took out the yellow talisman, took out the lighter, wrapped the paper with the yellow talisman, and burned it to the kid.

Immediately, the little ghost had a delicious golden patty and a plate of vegetarian dumplings in his hands. With a happy smile, he squatted on the ground and ate happily.

The man hung up the phone, touched the back of his neck angrily, and said to the little ghost, "Hey, I have a question for you."

The little ghost nodded and motioned for him to say.

"What the uncle said just now, a student ran into a person who was exactly like him and was frightened into the hospital. Do you know about this?"

The man thought it was some unreliable gossip, but the little ghost nodded and pointed in the direction.

The man was surprised: "Is this really the case? No, besides me, who else in this world can see you? Anyway, I have never met you before..."

"Handsome Pot?" The boss wiped his hands on the apron, walked over, glanced at the empty floor, and asked strangely, "Who are you talking to?"

The man let out a hi, held his mobile phone, and said, "I'm thinking of a line."

"Oh." The boss nodded knowingly. He has known this little brother surnamed Lin for several years. He only knows that he is a book writer. He occasionally behaves strangely. Although he looks fierce, he is actually a good person.

He said enthusiastically, "I'll tell you something, how about it? Can it be used as a material?"

"Yes, thank you uncle." The man ate the remaining meatloaf in a few bites, scanned the QR code to give the money, stood up and stretched, "I plan to go to the field to investigate."

"Ah?" the boss worried, "You don't want to cut it at night, please be careful!"

The man waved his hand and walked away with his hands in his pockets. The kid on the floor hiccupped, hugged his round belly, ran past the boss, and followed.

The boss felt a gust of cool wind blowing through his trouser legs, and the cold feeling seemed to have frozen scum in his bones, making him shiver.

Lin Haoren was born with a ghost in his right eye, as the old saying goes, "can communicate with yin and yang".When I was young, because I couldn't tell the difference between yin and yang, I always said some terrible things.The adults in the family didn't believe this nonsense at first, and they got chills from talking about it, so they had to be taken to the hospital for treatment.The ENT department and the neurology department had both been seen, but they couldn't see why, so they had no choice but to ask someone to find the so-called "Master". Lin Haoren's right eye was covered.

This covering has lasted for two years, Lin Haoren didn't say strange things anymore, but he made his eyes a little crooked, helpless, and had no choice but to take the handkerchief away.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the "original" appearance of this world is the sunny land, high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, and feasting and feasting.The emotions of the crowd are almost the same, but they are not in common. As the saying goes, people's hearts are unpredictable, and everyone wears masks.

But in Lin Haoren's eyes, there are two worlds: one is alive and the other is dead.

It was born with bright colors, cocks and dogs barking, no matter how earth-shattering the commotion was, it was an atmosphere that only living people could create, and it was full of ostentatious vigor.

As for the dead one, everything was quiet and silent.

Ghosts can't understand human language, they can only howl -- also known as ghost crying.When the same person opened his mouth, he must be screaming and screaming, so loud that his heart would jump out of his throat.

Most of them are unknown and unrecognizable, erratic like the air, often forgetting the past, at a loss.

That feeling of dead silence, with a sense of emptiness that Lin Haoren could not understand, was too cold to be realized.

After becoming sensible, Lin Haoren gradually became able to distinguish the difference between yin and yang.

He got acquainted with many ghosts and ghosts, and often found some inspiration from them, first drawing pictures, and later writing some short stories—all ghost stories.

Later, I started to upload these stories, and I can be regarded as an online writer, and they are quite popular.

His main job is coding and his side job is "catching ghosts". Lin Haoren is not a professional, so he only takes orders from acquaintances on weekdays, and the fees are not high.

Recently, he wants to change the style and replace ghosts and ghosts with goblins and fairies—the copyright will be easier to sell.The editor was very optimistic and wanted to help him promote it in advance, but after half a month, he didn't write a word of the outline.

There are too many ghosts and monsters, and I really don’t know how to write in other styles.

Lin Haoren had a headache, so he ran out to look for materials.As a result, it has been heard that among the demons and ghosts, ghosts still account for the majority.

There are only a few goblins throughout the ages, but ghosts are different. Ghosts are transformed by people's death. They can experience many things in life. They are down-to-earth.

Among the gossip stories, family misfortune, vengeful men and women, etc. are the most popular.

It can be seen that after all, the folk tales can't get around "the parents are short", and even the dead city is also stained with vitality, quite a bit like "the emperor must use a golden hoe to hoe the ground".

Lin Haoren went to the "crime scene". There was an elementary school on an ordinary small street, and there was a kindergarten behind it. It was surrounded by tall phoenix trees, and there were various stationery and grocery stores under the trees, nothing ordinary.

Lin Haoren circled around, and the kid followed suit, and dug out another kind from under the sycamore tree—the kind was paralyzed on all fours, the little ghost couldn't drag it, opened his mouth and wanted to howl, and was burned by Lin Haoren A yellow talisman steamed bun was blocked in the past.

Lin Haoren squatted down and looked at the "spreading ghost".

"Hey." He pointed to the steamed bun in the kid's mouth, "This, do you want to eat?"

The ghost had disheveled hair, was wearing a long robe of unknown age, was in tatters, and his cheeks were sunken as if there was only a piece of skin left.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were dull, and he opened his mouth for a moment in a daze. Lin Haoren was afraid that he would howl too, but before he could escape, the other party shut up again.

It seems that he doesn't want to howl.

Lin Haoren also burned a steamed bun for him, and the ghost slowly ate it in his arms, and seemed to feel more comfortable. He spread it out and sat up.

Ghosts can communicate with each other, the little ghost asked for Lin Haoren, the other party understood, nodded and shook his head, and pointed to the elementary school in the distance.

The little ghost was about to howl, but Lin Haoren raised his hand in time to stop it.

"I see, it happened at the gate of the school, right?"

The little ghost felt a little regretful, and nodded while chewing on the steamed bun.

The two ghosts got together to communicate, and Lin Haoren walked towards the school.

He doesn't like to deal with people very much, and he has some social fears - there is no such problem with ghosts, there is nothing to say about one person and one ghost, at worst, it is just listening to ghosts howling, anyway, he can't understand it, so it's not embarrassing.

Another most important reason is that he is always misunderstood.

Just like now, as soon as he walked to the door, the security guard came out vigilantly.

A middle-aged man in his early fifties, with a broom in his hand, stood behind the iron gate and looked at Lin Haoren: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Let me tell you, if you want trouble, go somewhere else. This is not where you can come here! Be careful, I called the police!"

Lin Haoren: "..."

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