Ghost of Tsushima

There are three rooms on the second floor.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also standing at the stairs with a crowbar in his hand, staring at the two doors opposite, his eyes were like looking at a fat fish on a chopping board, and while he was watching, he was holding the crowbar and knocking on the palm of the other hand repeatedly. , It didn't take much effort, it just looked scary.

"Which door can't be opened?"

"It's just you and the two facing each other," Xiuzhi Mao whispered beside him, watching Zhongyuan Zhong also pass by with a crowbar, and then hurriedly ordered, "Remember to be gentle! We are just doing experiments, don't shut me out. It broke."

"I know."

Nakahara Chuya agreed, and with the crowbar under his hand, he pried open the door without much effort. He turned his head and saw Xiuzhi with his head down, grinning, his fingers curled up because of the excessive force, which looked a bit ferocious.

"Hand?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"It's almost... I think it's more appropriate to say it's the fingers," Xiu Zhi complained, rubbing his fingers, "It looks like the fingers are about to be pinched off."

Seeing that he was fine, Zhongyuan Zhong also pushed the door and walked in while comforting him.

"It's okay, anyway, just pry it once, and it won't hurt after the pain is over."

The room suspected to be Xiuzhi's "finger" is very simple. The door is facing a window, and the white curtains are tightly drawn so that no light can come in. The room smells bad because it has not been ventilated for too long. It smells musty.

There is a desk under the window, and there is nothing on it except a thick layer of dust. On the left of the desk is the bed, and on the right are wardrobes and bookshelves.Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the closet, and there was nothing in it, but there were many books on the bookshelf next to them, crowded together with different heights, looking messy.

"It looks like no one has ever lived in it... This room is so strange."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned suspiciously, muttering and reaching for the books on the shelf.

"Let me see what this is...is this French?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also called Xiu Zhi over, "Do you know these words?"

Xiu Zhi stared at the tattered and yellowed pages for a moment, and gave an answer uncertainly.

"Colorful Paintings?"

"what is that?"

"Hmm... poetry?"

"You're not talking nonsense, are you? You still know French?" Zhong Yuanzhong looked at him in disbelief for a while, then tiptoed to put the book back on the shelf, "You lived here before your death, right?"

"Of course I live here," Xiu Zhi said affirmatively, "I don't know whether it's French or not. Anyway, the words just now are "Colorful Paintings"."

"You don't even know it's written in French, but you can still be so sure," Zhong Yuan said helplessly, "What is this? An indelible memory during your lifetime?"

"You said yes."

"Then can I trouble you to have more indelible memories like this?" Nakahara Zhong also rolled his eyes at him, "This room is too strange, there is only a mattress on the bed, nothing in the wardrobe or desk, and the books on the shelves It's a mess...do you live here?"

Xiu Zhi shook his head: "I forgot."

"That's right, you don't remember anything," Zhong Yuan frowned, turned around and walked to the next room with a crowbar in his hand, "Save some time, come directly."

"Hey, wait!"

Zhong Yuan also turned his head, Xiu Zhi floated in front of him, pointed at the only room on the second floor that can be entered without prying the door, and said to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye: "Why don't you look at that room first."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him a funny look: "Are you afraid of pain?"

"That has nothing to do with whether you are afraid or not... Wouldn't it be better to look at that room first without prying it?"

"But you didn't stop me when I pried the door just now," Zhong Yuan said, "I didn't shout out because of the pain. I thought you were not afraid of pain."

"If you want me to say that your way of thinking is wrong!" Xiu Zhi pouted confidently with his hands on his hips, "You broke the door first because you wanted to get revenge on me! There is no reason to deal with difficult problems first without doing anything."

Zhong Yuanzhong was almost laughed out of anger.

"I said you have a lot of petty temper," Nakahara said, "If it wasn't for your pity, I would have broken open the door first."

That guy must be afraid of pain.Zhong Yuanzhong also thought to himself, with a child-like temper, it is fine to say that you are afraid, but you have to be awkward and find a dozen reasons to cover it up.

The room just now and the room I haven't had time to pry open are all facing the sun, and the room where the door can be opened is on the dark side. When I opened the door, there was a smell of mold and dust inside, and it looked gloomy.

The furniture is still the bed, desk, and wardrobe, but this time there are a few more clothes in the wardrobe, but there are no books on the bookshelf.

"It's just some kimonos and haori," Nakahara Nakaya said while picking at the clothes in the closet, "There's nothing here."

Xiu Zhi wandered around the room, looking around, and suddenly stopped by the desk.

"Here's a picture," he said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned over, and there was a half-burned photo under the glass plate of the desk, blackened by the fire, he lifted the glass plate and gently took out the photo.

The frontal portrait can't be seen clearly, but a middle-aged man can be vaguely seen, wearing a kimono and a scarf, and seems to be holding a cat in his arms. Unfortunately, the lower part of the photo was burned.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned the photo to the back, and there was a line of reversed words on the top of the photo.

Turn around the photo, the words on it are:

"28-year-old cold winter, with my friend Oda Sakunosuke."

"Oda Sakunosuke..." Nakahara Nakaya whispered softly, then turned his head and asked Shuji, "Your friend?"

Xiu Zhi blinked his eyes and thought for a long time, finally shook his head: "I don't remember."

Zhong Yuanzhong also put the photo back and sighed.

"Next time you have an impression of something, just tell me directly, and I won't ask."

He didn't expect the memoryless ghost to remember anything, but it was obvious that the ghost named Xiuzhi had lost even the sense of familiarity.Perhaps it was because he had been isolated from the world in the form of a ghost for too long, those complex emotions were forgotten and became no longer important.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly completed the inspection of the house. There are only two or three manuscripts of novels on the bookshelf, all of which are novels whose names have not been seen. It may be that Xiuzhi wrote it when he was idle and bored.

"So, I'm going to pry open the door now." Zhong Yuan Zhongya stood in front of the last door and raised the crowbar, "I will start with a lighter hand, and if you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

"I have a headache," Xiu Zhi raised his hand like an obedient student, "It's as uncomfortable as someone holding a wooden stick between his eyebrows."

"No one will feel good if a wooden stick is held between the eyebrows," Zhong Yuanzhong also said, holding a crowbar against the wooden door, "I'm going to pry it."

However, the experience of prying the door this time was far less smooth than the previous one, and it can even be said that it was a failure.

Chuuya Nakahara just started to use his strength to repair Zhi when he suddenly screamed, Nakahara Nakata's heart tightened when he heard it, the sound was like a swan being pulled by its neck and about to be torn in two, but in fact Zhongyuan Zhongya was useless at all Too much strength.

"I know you hurt, and I don't want to, but for your memory, bear with it a little bit, okay?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also comforted Xiu Zhi softly, and suddenly tried to pry the door open with his hands, but Xiu Zhi's voice behind him was raised by a degree, and he yelled at him in a hoarse voice.

"Stop prying, stop...I told you not to pry!"

The sound shook Zhong Yuanzhong's ears for a moment, and he only felt the floor under his feet shake suddenly, throwing him hard on the ground.

The crowbar slammed on the wooden floor.

He watched Xiu Zhi kneeling on the floor with his head covered, his thin body trembling violently, his fingers covering his head and his fingertips turned white.

Nakahara Chuya's head was buzzing, he wanted to get up to check on Xiu Zhi's condition, but his body didn't obey, and it took him a long time to get up.

"Are you OK?"

Xiu Zhi held his head and couldn't even speak, and it took a long while to squeeze out a word from between his teeth.

"That room is the 'brain'." He pointed to the wooden door that hadn't been opened to them.

"There's something under the door," he said.

Zhongyuan Zhong also hurried over to pick up the thing at the door. It was a piece of paper, which might have slipped off the table inside when the whole room was shaking just now.

"It's a letter." Nakahara said, he squinted his eyes for a long time before he could see the crooked characters clearly.

"Brother Xiuzhi respectfully, I heard about your recent experience. I am very sad and worried about your body. Although I lost my love, I still hope that you can stand up again and don't stay in the house all the time. I give Oda My brother wrote to tell you about your situation. He said that he would move to your house to live with you in the near future, and he was very worried about you. Although I am no longer your neighbor, I still treat you like my family... …I love you as much as Brother Oda and him, and I hope you love yourself, so don’t let him miss you. It’s cold and snowy recently, and the mountains and forests are cold, so please keep warm. Take care, Yuko Karasawa.”

"You have a friend who lives with you, and a female neighbor and lover who miss you." Zhong Yuan Zhong also felt sorry for Xiu Zhi when he saw him, and couldn't bear to pry it down any more.

"Why don't we just do it today," he suggested, "We can break open the door another day, and search the other two rooms."

"No," Xiu Zhi shook his head, revealing a crazy eye from between his fingers, "Pry it now, it must be pried open today!"

"But you..."

"We got a letter!" He stood up suddenly and shouted at Nakahara Nakaya, "We got a letter! It said that I have good friends, neighbors and lovers!"

"I know," Nakahara Zhong also frowned and tried to explain, "but this room corresponds to your 'brain', are you going to let me pry your brain out?"

Xiu Zhi suddenly jumped in front of him, the tip of his nose almost pressed against his face, exuding a chilling chill all over his body.

"Pry it open and we will know everything! Even if we can't pry it open, something will float out, just a little bit like this, we will know everything!"

Xiuzhi's expression was almost crazily distorted, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help wondering whether he had a self-abuse problem before he was alive to be so cruel to himself, but no matter what, a person who is afraid of pain is always resistant to pain.

"I won't pry," Zhong Yuanzhong stared at him and said in a cold voice, "Anyone who wants to pry for you can come to you. Anyway, I won't pry."

The crowbar fell right in front of the door, like the key to open Pandora's box, but Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even bother to look at it, turned his head and walked downstairs after leaving the words.