My dead ghost husband is still alive

Knowing clearly that he was not dreaming, Zhou An's face gradually turned pale. Now his hands and feet were cold, and he moved in the water... Then he propped up his trembling body and crawled out of the bathtub.

Maybe it was just sleepwalking, he thought.

Zhou An, who was in a trance, lay down on the snow-white smooth ground without paying attention.There was a bump on his knee, and he frowned in pain and let out a hissing gasp.

He looked down and saw that where he was lying on his stomach, there were more and more water spots... This was so strange.

Turning around, I saw water overflowing from the bathtub, spreading to my body bit by bit.

Zhou An opened his mouth wide, finally knowing what this meant.He fled forward, crawling and rolling, and almost touched the door frame with his hands, but his shoulders were held down by something—he gritted his teeth, and grabbed the mop placed by the door with his hands.

"Oh!" Turned over and threw it back vigorously, only to see the mop penetrate the air and fall into the bathtub.

Zhou An resigned himself to his fate and lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He saw that water was still overflowing from the bathtub...

There are those horrible smells in my breath, as if I have returned to that shady reservoir.

"Eh..." Toes curled up without warning, Zhou An felt something touch his ankle,

This was just the beginning, he slumped on the ground in a trance and powerless, feeling more and more touches.

From the beginning to the end, Zhou An's mind was in chaos, as if he was still in a dream, weightless and powerless.

But his mind was very clear, Zhou An's eyes were filled with physical tears, and he wished that he had lost consciousness.He clearly felt that everything was brought into an uncontrolled state by unknown things.

It was an indescribable experience, absurd and shameful, cold and hot.

The whole process was very slow. Even without looking at the time, Zhou An knew that a long time had passed.

Because there was already a signal of overload coming from his body, he covered his haggard eyes with the palm of his hand, and grabbed the door frame above him with his other hand, his knuckles were white and painful.

More unspeakable whimpers, which he hid in his throat, turned into short gasps.

In a hurry, Zhou An almost thought that his voice would be broken, but no, it was still constantly reflecting the feelings of his body.

This is... ridiculous, he sobbed in shame and anger.

Then he fell back into the world again, raising the short voice that overflowed from his throat.

The emotion of fear was covered up by other things at this time, Zhou An couldn't use his brain to think, he closed his eyes hard, knowing that his current expression was distorted without thinking.

That should be ugly.

Just as he imagined, only certain people would regard these things as enjoyment and welfare.

When talking about colorful topics, jokes, or seeing ambiguous pictures, Zhou An's reaction is not to participate, not to explore, and to faintly resist.

That was shameful and vulgar stuff, he thought deep down.

So the current self is ugly, like a dirty thing, this is why Zhou An is emotional and can't accept it.

But the emotion of fear came back later, and shame spread all over his body.

Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, Zhou An covered his ugly eyes, and the sound of sobbing echoed in the bathroom.

Covered with a dry towel, he hugged his sticky body and cried on the ground for a while.

Then he propped up his body and moved his lower body, which was barely exerting any strength—all of this was hard to accept, and he was very frightened and flustered.

Zhou An couldn't calm down, as long as there was still a strong feeling in his body, he couldn't forget the shameful experience just now.

Forced to accept that kind of treatment like a blow-up doll, and to respond shamelessly, Zhou An's mood collapsed to the point where he couldn't add more, and his shame and indignation were not enough to express his current feelings.

Raising his hand to tear off the gold necklace around his neck, Zhou An moved to the toilet, opened the toilet lid and threw it down, and then snapped the flush valve.

Watching the gold necklace rushing down, Zhou An's heart did not relax at all, he retreated numbly...into a cold embrace.

Those invisible hands put a chain on him and hugged him.

Zhou An shook his shoulders and cried, hugged his knees, choked with sobs: "Please...don't pester me anymore, don't..." Shaking his head, but unable to move his waist, the thing hugged him from behind.

Zhou An is no stranger to the creamy and cold touch, and he has been forced to adapt for a long time.

That skin is like when you are in the water, you can feel the water on your hands when you touch it...

He should have died in the water, either by accident, or by suicide.But no matter what it is, Zhou An feels that it has nothing to do with him, and he has no reason to be pestered by the other party.

Even if I picked up the other party's belongings by accident, I returned it promptly and apologized!

"Why are you pestering me?" Zhou An tried hard to find his voice: "Is there any wish left?" He murmured, "Then tell me, if I can help... I will definitely help, and then you will stop pestering me, okay?"

There was no response in the room, only the confinement between the waist and abdomen, telling Zhou An who was still there.

"You are Zhong Lin, right?" He finally asked softly.

The arms of the waist and abdomen tightened, and Zhou An's heart trembled. This was the first reaction given by the other party, because of the name.

"Did you... drown in the water?" Zhou An asked, "Is your body still in the water?" Want to recover the body, or what?"

But no matter what he said later, Zhong Lin didn't respond.

Zhou An wiped his red, swollen and sore eyes, feeling very tired: "...I want to sleep." He whispered in a hoarse voice, begging even he felt ashamed.

But really tired, Zhou An wanted to go to bed directly.Even if my body is very sticky, I dare not touch such a terrible thing as water again.

When he saw that the water in the bathtub stopped spreading and left the sink, and the rusty smell in the air was gone, Zhou An knew he was gone.

Holding his beating heart and taking a deep breath, his body finally relaxed——

Zhou An dragged his body that seemed to be falling apart, and threw himself on the bed. After a while, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, found the mobile phone under the pillow, and glanced at the screen.

It is now 02:30 in the morning, and at least two hours have passed since I woke up in the bathroom and finished.

Zhou An will never forget these two hours.

After a night of deep sleep, his body was extremely sticky after waking up, and Zhou An lay in a daze in a trance on the bed.

A lot of things came to his mind, he immediately closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

Because he couldn't bear the marks left on his body, Zhou An took a bath in fear and panic... Then he felt that with such a big sun outside, such things should not appear.

Caressing the red and blue marks on his body, Zhou An clenched his fists, hesitating whether to tear off the necklace.

But yesterday, because he threw the necklace back, he was tortured all night.

Is it really so easy for this necklace that can't be flushed away from your neck?

When I got to school, I was already late for two classes, so the sun outside was very bright.When Zhou An was riding today's bicycle, his expression was ashamed and distorted. He felt uncomfortable all over.

This kind of thing is too difficult to talk about. The reason for his being late is: he was sick last night.

Seeing his pale face, Teacher He didn't doubt his words at all: "Did you go to see a doctor? Your health is a big deal, so don't be careless." Instead, she said with concern.

Zhou An felt very sorry for cheating a teacher he respected very much. He shook his head and said that he didn't see a doctor and planned to go after school in the afternoon.

"Teacher..." He hesitated, his eyes flickering uneasily.

"What's wrong?" Teacher He looked gently at the student he liked very much.

"No." Zhou An thought for a while, then shook his head: "There's nothing left."

But his pale face and trance made Teacher He very worried: "Why don't you go home and rest? Come back to class when you recover."

"No need." Zhou An said quickly, in fact, now, he wished to stay in a crowded place.

There will be a kind of fear when he returns home. He lowers his head, not daring to let Mr. He see the fear in his eyes.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up in time." Teacher He said: "Class is about to start, you can go back to the classroom, today's leave slip, I will come back after the next class to make up."

"Well, thank you teacher." Zhou An forced a smile, turned around and walked out of the office with his schoolbag on his back.

The bell rang immediately, and the students all rushed back to the classroom for class.

Sitting behind Zhou An, Wang Shuo saw that Zhou An had finally come to school, and poked him with the tip of a pen in surprise: "Damn, you actually missed class for half a day, what's going on?"

"I'm sick." Zhou An put down his schoolbag and put it under his feet, because there were a lot of books in the drawer, and he couldn't put it down.

"What's wrong?" Wang Shuo leaned over to look at him: "Is it better now?"

"Okay." Zhou An touched his face, afraid that Wang Shuo would notice something strange: "Sit down quickly, don't stare at me."

"What's the matter?" Wang Shuo was very strange, still looking at him: "The face is white and red, don't you feel ashamed of this disease? Hemorrhoids?"

His voice was so loud and rough that everyone around could have heard it. Zhou An wanted to poke him to death with a compass, and said, "Shut up, you, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"

After speaking, the teacher came, and Wang Shuo sat back reluctantly.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief, he was particularly concerned about whether the experience of last night would be known, including Wang Shuo who grew up with him.

"Fuck!" As soon as he calmed down, he heard Wang Shuo's scolding from behind: "This class is a math class, did you do yesterday's math homework?"

Their math teacher this semester was very strict. They had heard of this teacher when they were still in the second year of high school. It was said that they would be killed if they did not complete their homework.

"It's done." Zhou An was glad that he didn't go to bed until he finished his homework, otherwise today would be over.

"Fuck, lend me a copy!" Wang Shuo said in a hurry.

"You really have a big heart..." Zhou An turned over the homework to him, and advised him by the way: "Didn't we agree to go to D University together? If you continue to play around like this, how can you get into college?"

"Okay, okay, am I working hard?" Wang Shuo said.

Zhou An couldn't do anything about his laziness.However, Wang Shuo's family environment is very good, both parents are businessmen, and the family owns a company.Unlike Zhou An's mother, although she has a very good job, it is very hard.

Thinking of this, Zhou An suddenly remembered that Mr. He told himself that day that the Zhong family's family background was not bad. Zhong Lin's parents were also in business before they were alive. Later, when their parents passed away unfortunately, Zhong Lin also disappeared, and those businesses were managed by Zhong Lin. Uncle inherited.

After the math class, Zhou An went to the office to find Teacher He to write a leave note.

"Teacher..." After finishing writing, he put down his pen and said, "Do you still remember the address of Zhong Lin's home?" Maybe that place was no longer Zhong Lin's home, but he still asked.

"What's the matter? You seem to be following him very much?" Teacher He said, "I haven't heard from him for so long, it's really hard to find him now." The address is still there, because they are all nearby residents, and Teacher He's memory is not good. Very good, say a string of addresses: "But I haven't been there for a long time, I don't know how it is now."

Maybe the house has already been sold.

It's only been three or four years since I left, maybe I still have it, Zhou An thinks so, maybe Zhong Lin's obsession is to go home.

Then take him there and see if there is a reaction.