The Haunted

The end of the year is coming soon, and the past month or so has been peaceful, without any further disturbances.Chi Yan moved back home the next day with trepidation, and spent the day cautiously, and nothing happened, so he was slowly relieved.

The only sequelae are that they no longer dare to order takeaway food anymore, the frequency of cooking fires at home has increased significantly, and the frequency of giving Ye Yingzhi the meals he made himself has naturally increased accordingly.

The unit had a holiday on New Year's Day, and each person sent two boxes of fruits, one box of vegetables and a large bag of pecans.Pecans are small, about the size of your thumb. Although they taste good, they are really hard to peel.

On New Year's Day, Chi Yan finished his meal by himself, turned on the TV and put on a certain station's New Year's party, while concentrating on picking walnuts with hickory tongs.His skills are not good, and his hands are neither light nor heavy. If he goes down with a clip, he will not be able to clip it open, or the walnut will be torn apart and there will be no whole body.He reluctantly picks and picks and peels and eats, and puts the broken ones into his mouth, and finally peels out the big ones and twists them up and puts them on Ye Yingzhi's altar table.

Someone he couldn't see was sitting next to him, and every time he reached out to put a walnut, that person would lick his fingertips lightly; occasionally when he threw a walnut into his mouth, that thing would come over and take the opportunity to lick the tip of his tongue.

At times like New Year's Day, those with families naturally went home, and a few young colleagues whose families were out of town and couldn't go back, like Chi Yan, who were lonely and lonely, asked him to go out for dinner together, but he refused.Chi Yan never dared to go home after twelve o'clock in the evening, and his colleagues wanted to book a villa in the suburbs to play together, which sounded like the background of the opening chapter of a horror movie.He was already a frightened bird, and he had managed to recover over the past month, afraid that something would happen to him again, when he heard this proposal, he felt a chill in his heart, and naturally he didn't dare to go with him.

But spending the holidays alone is lonely, so Chi Yan picked up a bottle of red wine when shopping during the day, and drank a glass while eating.Now peeling walnuts alone is boring, and for no reason, there is a sense of unreasonable grievance. The TV is bustling and lively, and group blessing messages from various groups and contacts keep popping up on the phone, but it seems that they have nothing to do with him.

None of this is his.

It seems that he has had this problem since he was a child. After staying alone for a long time, when he feels too lonely, he will feel aggrieved inexplicably.But the grievance is for the person who tolerated your unreasonable troubles. When I was young, I could say that I had grandparents, but now he is alone, so why should I be wronged?After being wronged, boundless irritability will arise, as if there is something that can't be found no matter what and can't go back.

In order to dispel this sudden sadness, Chi Yan simply took out the red wine and the cup, poured two glasses, put one on the altar table, held the other in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Happy New Year, third son. Please take care of me in the coming year." Then he drank it down.

It's true for me, I actually celebrate the New Year with a memorial tablet and a pile of ashes.Zhang Daochang clearly said that Mr. Ye left nothing behind, but the ashes had a miraculous effect, and the enshrining of the tablet was only out of respect and gratitude to the deceased.

But just like a child will also have feelings for the doll that often accompanies him, "Ye Yingzhi" has protected him so many times, he will naturally feel close and trustworthy to this image.

While replying one by one, editing New Year's greetings, Chi Yan drank more than half of the bottle before he knew it.Alcohol itself doesn't have any strength, but it's not good if you can't stand Chi Yan, and I don't know what happened to him tonight, I just feel groggy and my body can't control it.

He stood up on the table, looked up at the watch, and it was already twelve o'clock.

Chi Yan rubbed his head, turned off the TV, the noise subsided, and the room instantly fell into silence.He leaned on the wall and walked to the bathroom, took a brief wash, and threw himself on the bed. The last thought before falling asleep was that he would not care about anything knocking on the door today.He wants to sleep.

The sudden sleepiness and drowsiness made Chi Yan forget to turn off the light in the living room, and the bright white light shone in from the door frame, just lighting up half of the bed.Chi Yan comfortably moved a little under the quilt, obviously sleeping very comfortably.

"Ah."

A very light sigh appeared in the room, but it disappeared quickly. Even if there was a second person present, it would definitely be regarded as an illusion.

Then the lights in the living room flickered twice and went out completely.

Another resident of the house walked into the bedroom unhurriedly, Shi Shiran sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to gently caress the sleeping man's face, then slowly lowered his head, and kissed Chi Yan's side cheek.

Light and slow, like a demon enjoying a feast of flesh and blood enshrined in himself.

"He" obviously didn't want the other party to just fall asleep comfortably, and slowly lay down next to the master as usual, pulling the quilt to wrap himself in it.

The sudden coolness made Chi Yan shiver, he murmured as if complaining in a low voice, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't move.

The thing smiled, stretched out his hand to smooth his slightly raised eyebrows, and kissed him again.

He held him in his arms, kissed him slowly from the brow, gradually dissatisfied, more and more unsatisfied, even if he locked him tightly in his arms like this, he still couldn't satisfy, like a black flame pressing down on him In the bottom of my heart, pressed in the depths of my soul, gradually stretches out, burning my whole body.

The wall-mounted air conditioner in the bedroom suddenly turned on with a "click" and started to run on its own.

That thing completely lifted the quilt wrapped around Chi Yan's body, and lay down on the warm body of a living person, demanding endlessly...

Chi Yan woke up the next day feeling extremely tired, as if he had a dream all night, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed about; his body also felt a little sore, like after half a day of exercising in the gym.Ordinarily, this would only happen when the bed was not suitable for sleeping well, but he had slept in this bed for a long time, so it was obviously very suitable.He could only attribute all these to the hangover, but he still doesn't have the headache of a hangover like a normal person. That little red wine won't make people hangover, right?

I had no intention of talking about this with Xu Jiang when I was on the phone, and Xu Jiang told him seriously: "Scientifically speaking, this is called pain transfer."

Chi Yan was about to die of anger, he shouldn't have discussed biological issues with a sociology researcher.

But being interrupted by Xu Jiang, he didn't take it seriously.

It was already the end of the month when Chi Yan realized something was wrong.

The problem lies in the electricity bill—his house has never used so much electricity since the heating started. Although the heating is not very good this winter, and the house is a bit cold, sleeping under a quilt at night is not enough to turn on the air conditioner.But this month's electricity consumption is almost the same as when he turned on the air conditioner every day before the heating started.

But at this time Chi Yan was still suspicious, even though he was haunted by ghosts all the time, he didn't want to go in the direction of strange power and chaos for the time being.Until at night, after taking a bath, he wore pajamas and shaved in front of the mirror. The buttons of the pajamas were not fastened, and they fell apart when he lowered his head. From the open collar, it was clear that there was a bruise on the chest near the nipples. Red marks, and three blue marks that looked like fingers.

Like the hickey marks and fingerprints left by people who cannot help themselves when they are in love.