Ghost of Tsushima

When Nakahara Zhong also came out of the restaurant holding a flashlight, Xiuzhi was no longer in the living room. He held a sleeping bag in one hand and a flashlight in the other and called Xiuzhi's name. He still had a pen and a notebook from his bag in his pocket.

Xiu Zhi poked his head out from the corner of the stairs, his hair was disheveled, revealing a pair of slightly listless eyes.

"Stop shouting, I'm on the second floor."

"Why did you go to the second floor all of a sudden?" Nakahara Chuya carried his things up the stairs while chatting with him, Xiu Zhi poked at the stairs, his eyes glanced at the things in his hand.

"What are you holding?"

"sleeping bag."

"What's that for? A sleeping bag?"

"I want to sleep in it," Zhong Yuanzhong also briefly introduced, "This is a modern product, the crystallization of wisdom."

Xiuzhi didn't answer, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't continue talking, he carried his things into the room that symbolizes fingers that he pried open, threw the sleeping bag on the bed, and waved to Xiuzhi again.

"Come on, let's sort out the clues we have collected now."

Xiu Zhi stood at the door, looking in a daze in which direction, as if he hadn't heard him speak.

"Hey! Xiuzhi!" Zhongyuan Zhongya called him again, "What are you doing? I told you to come here."

"what?"

It was only then that Xiu Zhi came to his senses. When he turned his head, his face was still confused, and then he frowned suspiciously.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that he looked a little strange, so he simply put down the things in his hand, turned around with the flashlight in his hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked again.

Xiuzhi's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he closed his mouth just as he was about to say something, he just beckoned Nakahara Chuya to go over.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had no idea what the other party was up to, walked over and stood next to Xiu Zhi, held up a flashlight and scanned everywhere but found nothing strange.

He looked at Xiu Zhi with a puzzled face, and Xiu Zhi also looked at him with a confused face.

"Can you hear it?" Xiu Zhi asked, "Someone is calling your name."

Zhongyuan Zhong also got stuck in his throat and almost didn't come up.

"Call me by name? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

He held up the flashlight and looked around again, and walked around the second floor in a few minutes.

"Don't scare me," Zhongyuan Zhong also found nothing unusual, and walked back, "Are there any other ghosts in this house? You can't see your compatriots?"

"No," Xiu Zhi frowned, hesitated to speak, and finally asked him, "Didn't you feel that something was wrong when you took your things out of the restaurant just now?"

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt baffled, he didn't meet anything when he went to the restaurant to pick up his sleeping bag, and he didn't hear anyone calling him, but seeing Xiu Zhi's strange expression was inexplicably a little creepy.

Is there really anything else in this house besides them?Something else that even Shuji couldn't see?

Xiu Zhi's face was almost wrinkled into a rag, he plugged his ears and was full of irritability, hesitatingly finally choked out a word.

"I think the dining room...is like an ear?"

"Ear?" Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, "What have you heard?"

"Sometimes it's two people, sometimes it's three people...sometimes there's a little girl talking and calling my name too...and crying, I can't tell what it's crying for, but it's loud and annoying. "

"I heard it before you came here. I accidentally broke the kitchen glass because it was too annoying, but the sound has not disappeared, and the sound becomes more obvious at night... I only heard it after you came. Someone called your name."

"Do you want to follow me to the kitchen?" Nakahara asked.

Shuji shook his head.

"No, the sound gets more and more annoying as it gets closer. It's making my head crack."

"Then do you remember what you heard?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked cautiously.He decided it's better not to provoke Xiu Zhi now, it's pitiful enough to be tried to pry his brain out, and it would be bad if something else happened if he was really crazy.

"Do you like red camellia?" Shuji suddenly said to him, "I brought you red camellia, Chuya."

"Ah?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, "What red..."

"I was stunned just now when I heard that kind of words," Xiu Zhi said, "Look, you were also stunned when you heard that, didn't you?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also scratched his hair, and couldn't think of a reason: "I originally thought that what you heard was what happened in this house, and it was part of your forgotten memory, but how could it be me? Name? That is indeed calling me, did you hear me right?"

"I promise I didn't." Xiuzhi raised three fingers, with a frank face, "I just thought I heard it wrong, so I stood still and listened more. There is indeed the name 'Zhongya'."

"That's really strange," Nakahara shrugged, "Forget it, let's talk about the kitchen tomorrow. Anyway, it's just a little noisy, and there's nothing serious about it. I'm going to sleep after sorting out the clues."

I was really tired after tossing around the Central Plains all day. I ran away from the house at noon and came back in the afternoon, talked to the ghost who was sometimes stupid and sometimes crazy, and turned the whole house over.

He came to step on the road for Kajii, but it turned out that it was a pit, and he had to jump into it without hesitation.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put the flashlight aside and took out the paper and pen by the light. He simply drew a sketch of the house and marked the corresponding organs.

"This room is the fingers, next to it is the brain, and the basement is the heart...the kitchen is also marked with ears." Zhong Yuanzhong also pondered for a moment, "The organs should not completely correspond to the human body. Your house is not big and there is no place. Throw your arms and legs in."

"It should be just the important senses," Xiu Zhi said beside him. "For example, the five senses are the most commonly used by human beings to contact the world. Fingers are for touch, ears are for hearing... But there may not be rooms representing eyes and mouths."

"If it is as you said, part of my memory remains or is stored in the house, it must not be all the memories I perceive with the complete five senses, but only a part of it, but all the things I perceive and experience Everything is stored in my brain - we just haven't been able to get into the room that represents the 'brain'."

"It's very likely that's the case." Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him an approving glance, and teased him with a chuckle, "It's ok, you, your brain turns pretty fast when you're not crazy."

"Hmph, I must know myself best," Xiu Zhi raised his head triumphantly, and tapped his fingertips on the table, but there was no sound, "I just forgot some things, but my senses are still there. It's functioning like before...my brain is working fine!"

Zhong Yuanzhong almost laughed out loud.

"Okay, okay, since this is the case, please, your smart brain, work hard during the few hours I sleep, and find other clues to help you realize your wish as soon as possible."

Xiuzhi pursed his lips when he heard this.

"It's too bad for you," he said disapprovingly, "to be absent from work till dawn!"

"Have you ever seen a human who doesn't sleep? I'm not a ghost," Zhong Yuanzhong gave him a blank look. "Sleep is very important for human beings... and I won't get up at dawn. 8 hours of sleep."

Xiu Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief: "You're still in bed!"

"You're talking shit, I slept 8 hours and woke up at 7am."

Xiu Zhi was glared at by Zhong Yuan, and turned around angrily.

"He's such a vicious person," Xiu Zhi muttered in a low voice, "I was stupid to keep him to help."

A group of ghosts glowed with a faint white light, and quickly disappeared into Zhongye's house in Zhongyuan.