My dead ghost husband is still alive

With Zhong Lin's belongings on his back, Zhou An didn't want to stay with Wang Shuo for too long, so he took his leave after chatting with him.

Today Lu Shan went to the company for something, but there was no one at home.

Zhou An sorted out the things in the backpack and packed them in a box.But this box, he looked at it with a little trouble, and didn't know what to do with it.

It is impossible to put it in other places in the house, so it can only be placed in one's own room, and placed in an inconspicuous place.

"Hey..." He sighed, the most troublesome thing is that Zhong Lin has no other immediate family members, otherwise he can give the relics to Zhong Lin's immediate family members.

"Mom, I'm going to school tomorrow." Zhou An said to Lu Shan after she came back in the afternoon.

"That's good." Lu Shan saw that he was full of energy and didn't seem to be particularly affected, so she felt relieved: "Have you cooked the meal yet?" Seeing the table full of food, she smiled: "Then I'll wash my hands ,ready to eat."

Today the teacher called Zhou An and casually mentioned some learning progress.

Zhou An handed over the dishes and chopsticks to his mother to clean up, and went into the room by himself to study.

He was always worried about whether Zhong Lin would appear suddenly, but this kind of worry was unnecessary.

I haven't seen him for two consecutive nights.

If it continues like this, time will probably make Zhou An forget that he once met an... unspeakable male ghost.

Hearing the sound of the music box in his sleep, Zhou An thought he was dreaming.But he remembered that there was a wooden music box next to his bed, which emitted this kind of melody.

It was a birthday present from Wang Shuo to himself. He played with it for a while when he received it, but he seldom played with it afterwards.

This melody does not appear in dreams, it can only be real.

Someone was playing with this music box in his room, repeating it again and again.

Zhou An finally opened his heavy eyelids, and the humid air poured into his lungs, instantly making his mind extremely clear.

He saw it, right beside his bed, there was a figure sitting there from behind.

The sound of the music box came from in front of him, and it was not difficult to imagine that he was holding a familiar music box.

In this case, Zhou An first took out his mobile phone and got the current exact time, which was 44:[-] in the morning.

The number of words is scary enough, what does he want to do?

Suddenly, the music stopped, Zhou An held his breath and waited for him to turn around.

But just seeing, he put the music box back on the bedside: "Zhou An." He yelled quietly, "Where's your necklace?" This question, as he turned his head slowly, made Zhou An's hair stand on end.

"Neck...necklace, here..." After a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Zhou An found out the box containing the necklace: "Here it is." He said eagerly.

"Don't you like it?" Zhong Lin's pale face approached Zhou An under the small light, asking with a sinister look.

"..." Zhou An grabbed the clothes on his chest with a beating heart and nodded: "I like it, I like it..."

He knew what Zhong Lin meant, and he hurriedly put it on: "I, I'm afraid I'll lose it." He said.

Pale fingers stretched out, under Zhou An's eyelids, gently stroking the necklace around his neck: "This is from my mother..."

"Hmm..." Zhou An held back his fear and bowed his head in response.

"Let me give it to someone I like." Pale and cold fingers climbed up Zhou An's face, stroking back and forth.

"I'm sorry..." Zhou An kept scolding himself for being cheap, why did he pick up this necklace.

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Lin raised his chin: "There will be no girls to pick up my chain, only you are the most capable..." He smiled softly, looking very happy: "I saw it."

Zhou An blinked quickly in confusion, what did he see?

But I was too nervous to ask at all.

"You're hiding my things." Zhong Lin caressed Zhou An's chin, the distance between his lips and his was less than one centimeter.

I'm about to touch it... I've already touched it... Zhou An trembled all over when he was swept away wantonly.He clearly realized that the ghost he was holding had killed a person the day before yesterday.

"So scared." The cold palm stroked the trembling waist and came to the depths.

"Why..." Zhou An asked tremblingly, "You want to do this to me..."

"Why?" said the ghost lying on top of him, "Yes, why?"

"Look, even you don't know." Zhou An held back his trembling shoulders and lowered his voice: "It's impossible for us...humans and ghosts to go the same way." What's more, he is a man: "Don't you Do you like girls..." He was about to collapse.

"I don't like girls." Zhong Lin came back to his senses, and continued to do what he wanted to do: "Girls will die in my bed..." He laughed grimly, making people shudder.

Zhou An couldn't resist him, and was still brought into the state by him, accepting all this absurdity.

All he could do was to grit his teeth and not allow himself to make any noise. This was already very difficult, and he was somewhat unable to do it.

It's no good for anyone to startle the surroundings. Zhou An's voice was swallowed up and could not be uttered.

He thanked Zhong Lin for avoiding embarrassment, but this method made him feel more and more uncomfortable, not only lack of oxygen, but also feeling guilty and short of breath, dizzy and dizzy.

Zhou An didn't count exactly how many times he died, but he just felt that his plan to go to school tomorrow would be ruined, how could he go out like this.

It's all to blame...

"..." He was still at the side, like a gluttonous snake, just a punch away from him.

It's like this every time, all the energy is drained, only the eyes can move, but they don't even have the strength to stare.

Zhou Anbei felt helpless because of this.

"It's dawn." Blowing a breath of cool air towards Zhou An, the ghost hooked Zhou An's legs under the quilt, yearning for the warmth: "An An is so courageous, I will come to you at night."

"No, no..." Zhou An shook his head carelessly: "I'm timid, I came here as a coward, I'm not very timid."

"It's big enough." Zhong Lin propped himself up, lowered his head and kissed the boy's open mouth.

Before the sun came out, he occupied him.

After the sun came out, the water vapor in the house dissipated, and it became dry and warm again.

The traces left were all on Zhou An's body, mottled and ambiguous.

He was very speechless to himself, and even forgot to ask the most important thing when we were together...

"Zhou An, haven't you come out yet?" Wang Shuo saw Lao Tie's energy today, he looked more tired than yesterday, and said, "What's wrong with your lips, did you secretly eat spicy hot pot?"

"No." Zhou An covered his mouth and said hotly, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Don't be so stressed." Wang Shuo said pitifully.

"Mmm, um." Zhou An lowered his eyes guiltily.

After class, they were unanimously asked to do ideological work, and they talked for half an hour.

After making sure that no one left any psychological shadows, the teacher let them go back to the classroom.

When I came home from school today, Zhou An looked back frequently, always feeling that someone was following him.

The nervous Wang Shuo didn't notice it, and when he reached the fork in the road, he waved goodbye to Zhou An.

After watching him leave, Zhou An quickly turned into the street where his home lived and rode very fast.

A car followed Zhou An, and poked a head out of the car window: "Little brother, is your name Zhou An?"

Zhou An ignored it and continued to ride forward.

"I am Xiaoqian's eldest brother, and my name is Zhong Ming." Zhong Ming said, "Can you stop talking, I have something to ask you."

Hearing Xiaoqian's name, Zhou An slowed down and finally stopped by the side of the road.

He knew that Xiaoqian's death had nothing to do with him, but there were some things he wanted to clarify.

A tall young man got out of the car, about 25 years old, with a pair of sunglasses on his face, and he was 1.9 meters tall by visual inspection.

Zhou An couldn't help comparing him with Zhong Lin, definitely higher than Zhong Lin.

"Let's find a place to talk." Zhong Ming looked at Zhou An a few times, and frowned at his slender figure and youthful face.

"Okay." Zhou An nodded, pointed to the sugar shop next to him and said, "Where should we go?"

Zhong Ming refused, and he asked Zhou An to send the bicycle home and get into his car.

Zhou An instinctively wanted to shake his head, but in the end he followed Zhong Ming's suggestion, sent the bicycle home first, and then called Lu Shan.

"This is a shop opened by a friend of mine. You don't have to be afraid." After Zhong Ming took off his sunglasses, his face was full of flesh. His smile did not play a soothing role: "I don't want my sister to commit suicide. Give me Tell me about the situation."

"..." Another disbelieving person: "She said she saw a ghost."

Zhou An couldn't say more, he just asked Zhong Ming: "Did she do anything wrong? She said that ghost came to kill her." If nothing was done, why is it so clear?

She looked straight at Zhong Ming, trying to get some information from his face.

"She hasn't done anything wrong." Zhong Ming said, "Her classmates said that you saw ghosts just like her. What did you see?"

Now facing the family members of the deceased, Zhou An hesitated whether to tell Zhong Ming, he really hesitated: "Do you still remember...do you have a cousin?"

He saw Zhong Ming's eyes narrowed, his pupils constricted.

This reaction was exactly the same as that of Zhong Qian, as if this was a taboo topic.

Who would believe that there is no problem?

"You mean...she saw my cousin?" Zhong Ming's expression was not so obvious, he just frowned: "My cousin disappeared four years ago."

"No." Zhou An said quickly: "Sister Xiaoqian is not surprised at all, he knows your cousin is dead."

After saying it, my heart skipped a beat, yes, Xiaoqian was not surprised at all.

They already knew that Zhong Lin was dead, but they reported his disappearance to the outside world.

Zhou An's face was pale, he looked up and saw Zhong Ming staring at him.

"Do you know my cousin?" Zhong Ming said.

"I don't know him." Zhou An clenched his fists and looked at the young man opposite him: "Is he missing or dead?"

"I don't know." Zhong Ming said, "I've been missing for so long, maybe I'm already dead."

He was lying, Zhou An could tell that this person was lying blatantly, Zhong Lin's death must be related to them.

"you are lying."

"Are you sure my sister saw my cousin? Did she say it herself?" Zhong Ming ignored Zhou An's question.

"Yes." Zhou An stood up: "If you have such an attitude, then I'm sorry, you'd better pray that you haven't done anything wrong."

"You..." Zhong Ming was surprised, and he was also enduring something.

"I'm leaving." Zhou An said: "No matter what happens, don't come to me again, or I will call the police."