Dazed

"Hey", the wind suddenly became stronger, and with a sudden blow, all the paper money and candles that were burning tremblingly were extinguished, and the front of the science and technology building was suddenly dark, except for the faint light of street lamps.

Chu Chu frowned and looked at the paper money left in her hand, raised her head and said to Qi Zheng, "Qi Zheng, give me the lighter."

"Okay." Qi Zheng responded, reached out to take out his trouser pocket, and just when his fingertips touched the plastic shell of the lighter, he suddenly stopped.

In the dim light, Qi Zheng looked clearly at a place not far in front of his eyes. There was a figure standing there quietly. He was facing the three of them, and he slowly stretched out his hand to caress the ashes of paper money on the ground. It was full of numbness.

Qi Zheng's mind suddenly went blank, and he stared blankly at him. Guan Xia still maintained his pre-death appearance, wearing a T-shirt and trousers, with long bangs covering his eyes. He touched Qi Zheng and the others and burned them to him. Put away the money, turned around, and looked at Qi Zheng quietly.

The whistling north blew wildly across his translucent body, like smoke and mist, ethereal and invisible. He stood upright for a while, and suddenly his lips parted slightly, and he said three words to Qi Zheng silently.

Qi Zheng looked at him inexplicably, he could only see his spoken words, but couldn't hear his voice, and couldn't understand him at all.

When the time is up, Guan Xia can only stay here for half a quarter of an hour. Those who commit suicide will fall into the city of vain death and wander there for dozens of years. After the due solar calendar is over, they will fall into the realm of animals and turn into rat wombs , being trampled on by others, but still retaining the memories of the time as a punishment.

He stayed quietly in place for a while, looked up at the place where he stood on the top of the science and technology building, and then, like the morning mist cleared, he disappeared from Qi Zheng's sight little by little.

"Qi Zheng?!" Chu Chu turned up the volume suspiciously, calling out to Qi Zheng who suddenly froze.

Qi Zheng came back to his senses suddenly, looked at Chu Chu in surprise, quickly reached out and took out the lighter, and handed it to Chu Chu.He thought for a while, looked at Cao Jingxing, and asked with a hint of hope in his tone, "Did you see Guan Xia just now?"

Cao Jingxing turned his head to look at Qi Zheng, and asked incredulously, "Guan Xia's ghost?"

Qi Zheng nodded silently, saw Cao Jingxing shook his head, and replied honestly: "I didn't see it."

"Chu Chu, did you see Guan Xia just now?" Qi Zheng suddenly asked Chu Chu.

When Chu Chu heard Qi Zheng's words, her hands trembled in fright, almost burning her fingers, and said: "I rely on you to scare me on purpose, how could I see it!"

Suddenly there was a burst of thunder in the sky, a loud bang, as if some evildoer was crossing the catastrophe, blue-purple lightning flashed across the sky, the sound was so loud that it seemed that the sky and the earth were about to be split in half, the thunder burst, Qi Zheng was speechless Looking at Cao Jingxing cautiously, he let out a self-deprecating wry smile with a "ha", his eyes were full of bitterness, "Only I can see it, so he really died because of me."

Cao Jingxing stretched out his hand to hold Qi Zheng's hand, and said in a deep voice with some calming force, "Don't think so much."

At this time, Chu Chu had finished burning the paper money, and had nothing to say. They stood silently for a while, and then went back together.

On the way, Chu Chu was still muttering about why Guan Xia committed suicide, while Qi Zheng kept frowning and said nothing.

Back in the dormitory, Qi Zheng lay on his bed with his eyes open to let go of his thoughts, while Cao Jingxing tacitly kept silent, sitting on the ground with his back against Qi Zheng's bed, flipping through the notebook on his lap.

The room was quiet, and after a while, Qi Zheng seemed to have made up his mind, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was explaining to Cao Jingxing, saying: "Don't worry, I'm not that great. I am not responsible, but I am not fully responsible for him, he died for his own reasons, I will not foolishly think that I have committed a big crime."

Cao Jingxing stopped his eyes from reading, Qi Zheng's words echoed in the room, but he seemed a little lacking in confidence, Cao Jingxing chuckled lightly, and praised: "Just open it up if you want to."

It's just that Qi Zheng still has a doubt in his heart, what are the three words that Guan Xia said to him at the end?Guan Ya opened his mouth at the last word, so it cannot be the word "you", which means that these three words are not "I love you", so what else would Guan Xia say to him?

Qi Zheng turned over, his head was in a mess.

Here, Cao Jingxing closed the book with a "snap", moved it completely, as if putting the book down, then walked to the switch, and said softly: "I turned off the light."

"En." Qi Zheng responded, and with a "snap", the room was plunged into darkness.

Cao Jingxing walked barefoot on the floor, silently like a beast walking, but Qi Zheng was unexpectedly able to feel his breath accurately, and after a while, the bed shook, Cao Jingxing rolled over on the bed, Qi Zheng He took a breath, closed his eyes, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In the middle of the night, Qi Zheng moved his body vaguely, unable to move his hands and feet. He struggled to open his eyelids, and what he saw before him was Cao Jingxing's peaceful sleeping face. The other party's hands were placed on Qi Zheng's body, making a hug Qi Zheng glanced at it, closed his eyes again, and thought sleepily in his mind, sure enough, Cao Jingxing's problem is still not healed, but because he was worried that he would stay, he thought for a while and turned around again, Leaning on Cao Jingxing's chest, he continued to fall into a sleepy sleep.

The next morning, Qi Zheng got up early to buy breakfast, and when he returned to the dormitory, he saw Cao Jingxing sitting up from his bed with a sleepy face, and seeing Qi Zheng who pushed the door open, he hurriedly said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Qi Zheng didn't care, he put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, loosened his shoulder blades, and said, "I'm almost used to it, let's get up and have breakfast."

Cao Jingxing stepped on the floor with bare feet, and said with a smile, "Did you get squeezed?"

Qi Zheng hummed noncommittally, and said, "One day, replace all the beds with tatami mats, and you don't have to crawl around in the middle of the night."

"That's a good idea." Cao Jingxing echoed sincerely, the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was true or a joke.

Qi Zheng couldn't laugh or cry, and said casually: "It's as if it's true."

After breakfast, this weekend, Cao Jingxing still had to go to help his tutor approve his junior brother's thesis, so he left first.

Qi Zheng has been lazy for several months. The money he earned from the last business has been almost spent, so he had to start taking orders for Fengshui business again.

However, his luck today is probably not very good. The few houses he looked at were unlucky. Not only are they not suitable for residences, they are even used as factories. The intuition is very accurate, and I can see through it. Every time I tell the dead knot every time, but the employer does not hire a master just to understand the knowledge of Feng Shui. Also depressed, the red envelopes given are naturally not that thick.

After running four or five times in a row, looking at three or four houses, and only getting a few hundred yuan, Qi Zheng panted in boredom, his face was tangled up, and even the short hair on his head was covered because of the non-stop running. A thin layer of sweat, shimmering.

This is the last household of the day, and the head of the household has not yet arrived, so Qi Zheng had to stand outside the door and wait. While lighting a cigarette, he raised his head and looked at the small house in front of him. There was a locked security guard outside. The door, the green paint on the door is a little off, and black rust is coming out. The whole looks old, and the house is also small. It can be seen that the head of the household is not a rich man. Qi Zheng sighed inwardly. This last household It is estimated that there will be no oil and water.

Do you really want to change your career to see the cemetery?Qi Zheng wondered, but his parents strictly forbade him to look at the direction of the house. If he was found to have gone to the feng shui of the cemetery, he would probably be scolded to death. Qi Zheng took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then Like snuffing out a cigarette butt, I also snuffed out the little ninety-nine in my heart.

Not long after smoking a cigarette, Mr. Liu, the owner of the house, arrived sweating profusely, saying "sorry for making up lessons for students during the holidays" while letting Qi Zheng into the house.

Qi Zheng paced the room in a leisurely manner. Although this room is old, the room type and terrain are quite good. It is suitable for people with professional duties and no big ups and downs. Mr. Liu and his wife are both teachers. Simple, pure life, unexpectedly just right.

But for some reason, Qi Zheng's right eyelid has been twitching since he entered the room, and he always felt that something was wrong. He carefully scanned the direction of the faucets in each part of the house, and walked into the most important master bedroom. He quickly opened a cabinet that was on display, and in the bucket that was half a person tall, a livid-faced kid squatted inside with his legs and arms folded, his head raised and his eyes open, looking at Qi Zheng in blank dismay.

Qi Zheng stared at him blankly for a second, then let go abruptly, and the cupboard door slammed shut. It was impossible for a normal child to twist his body and squat in like that. Qi Zheng finally understood the smell in this room. If there was any resentment that seemed to be there, he lit another cigarette in a panic, and pulled Mr. Liu out of the door to talk.

"Although your room is nice, there is a little devil inside." Qi Zheng said.

Mr. Liu opened his eyes wide in fright, and even the glasses on the bridge of his nose fell off, and he stammered, "Is there a brat?"

"A little devil who is seven or eight years old won't harm anyone, but he probably doesn't want to move out of his place after being used to it."

"Then is there a way to get rid of it?" Mr. Liu asked expectantly. This house was chosen by the couple for a long time. It is really difficult for him to give up now.

"Yes, but I don't know. You can find someone else, but you might as well change the place if you find someone to catch the kid. It's too expensive and not worth it." Qi Zheng said responsibly.

The man sighed, struggled for a while, and had no choice but to give up. He took out a thin red envelope and handed it to Wang Chen. Wang Chen accepted it under a little stress, and comforted him: "Don't worry, try to choose the side of the road as far as possible. The house, the breath is flowing, so there won't be too many resentful spirits."

"Thank you." The man held up his glasses on the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly.

After returning home from work, Qi Zheng threw a few red envelopes into his accompanying bag, and walked on the street humming. Suddenly, on the noisy main road, there stood a strangely dressed man next to an ordinary steamed stuffed bun shop on the corner of a passing street. The woman is wearing black embroidered shoes on her feet and a cumbersome and elegant black brocade flag dress. The golden stitches are decorated along the black fabric and looks very delicate. She is holding a big white oiled paper umbrella in her hand and her temples are like clouds. , her hair is in a bun, her face is covered with a thick layer of powder, her blush is a big red circle that hasn't faded, her eyes are very small apart, her eyeballs are rolled up, her eye sockets are full of whites, her whole face looks like a set Wearing a stiff mask, but her posture is leisurely, walking on the street seems to have the feeling of a Jiangnan embroidery girl.

Qi Zheng looked at her from a distance, stunned with a cigarette in his mouth, and thought of a very important question in surprise - when did he start seeing ghosts?