Strive for Science

"I wandered in the land of death for several days. I couldn't enter reincarnation, and I couldn't see my wife and children again. I watched them suffer wronged last night, but I couldn't do anything." The man's eyes were red as he spoke, but he couldn't cry Weep.

He looked up at Shen Changan, and suddenly knelt down, wanting to bow three times and kowtow nine times.

"Wait!" Shen Changan hid to the side, "Don't come to this kind of bowing ceremony casually, I am a living person, I can't bear this kind of gift."

"Sir, you help me out of the place where my soul is trapped. You are my reborn parents. I should bow down with great respect."

"You speak quite politely." Shen Changan listened to the other party's eloquence, and said through the window, "Now you can thank me, you can..." Can you let me continue to sleep?

"Didn't everyone say that you masters are the most particular about elegance." The man was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, "Before I came, I recited this passage for two hours."

Shen Chang'an: The ghost in this dream is quite particular.

Looking at the man's innocent smile, he suddenly remembered that when he sent the mother and son back last night, he saw a posthumous photo at the mother and son's home. This man... was almost exactly the same as the person in the posthumous photo.

Is his ideological consciousness already so high?Even dreaming must be combined with reality, down-to-earth and not exaggerated?

Although... having a ghost is already exaggerated.

"Sir, you don't know. Since I died unexpectedly a month ago, I have been unable to leave the place of death. I have tried many ways, but every time I approach the door, my soul will float back uncontrollably. Until yesterday I followed you at night, and entered the house for the first time after my death."

Thinking of the deserted look at home, the man bowed deeply to Shen Changan: "It's not early, I want to rush back and cast a dream on my wife, let her... Let her live a good life in the future. If you meet a good man, remarry , if you don’t meet them, don’t feel bad about yourself, I have saved some money working outside these years, enough for their mother and son to live a relaxed life for a few years.”

Shen Changan looked at the intertwined emotions of reluctance and relief on the man's face, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and said with a sudden smile: "Then you go, it's almost dawn."

In ghost stories, at dawn, ghosts lose their powers and can no longer have any influence on humans.

He somewhat understood why he had a dream of a dead father returning home to visit his wife and children. Probably deep in his heart, he also hoped that there would be ghosts and gods in the world so that his parents could come back to see him.

But he has been waiting, from the age of seven to adulthood, but he has not waited for them to come back, and even rarely dreamed of them.Gradually he understands that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, only the widow's longing for the dead.

"Benefactor, goodbye." The man persisted in bowing three times and nine times to Shen Chang'an, Shen Chang'an dodged, and he bowed towards the window.After the worship, his figure disappeared into the night without any trace.

The inside and outside of the window became quiet. Shen Changan just lay back when he heard something knocking on the window. He picked up a pillow and threw it at the window: "Get out, if you bother me again, I'll beat you all to death."

The sound of knocking on the window stopped immediately, but soon the sound of knocking on the window turned into smashing the window, as if Shen Changan didn't open the window, they would not give up.

"Damn." Shen Changan rolled over from the bed with a sullen face, no matter what the hell is outside the window this time, he will blow their heads off.

Opening his eyes and looking out the window, he frowned.

Outside the window, there are several people with pale complexion and greenish complexion, some of them are wearing modern clothes, and some of them are wearing long cloth gowns from the last century.Seeing Shen Changan looking out of the window, these people suddenly stopped patting the window, and then performed acrobatics for Shen Changan.

An old man took off his own arm.

A woman twisted the back of her head to her chest.

There was a thin man who was even more vicious. He twisted his head off and let out a horrible laugh.

Watching this scene expressionlessly, Shen Chang'an strode to the window, opened the window and grabbed the thin man who was laughing horribly, and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall. The thin man's head instantly looked like a winter melon Rolled to the corner.

"I'll make you laugh, and I'll let you pick your head off to play." Shen Changan held the thin man down and beat him hard, the head rolled to the corner bared its teeth and screamed.This sound was disturbing, he bent down and picked up his head, kicked it out of the window, turned around and continued beating the thin man.

After he beat the skinny man until he almost lost his figure, he turned to look at the stunned ghost outside the window, noble and indifferent: "When I was six years old, I could beat five of you. Not for any of you, in my eyes, you are all hot chickens."

The female ghost silently twisted the back of her head back. .

The old man ghost quickly put his arm back in place.

The others who plucked the eyeballs, the ones who plucked the ears, all put their body parts back in place.A ghost with a long tongue was shaking his body, but he had no time to take his tongue back, so he held his tongue and forced it back into his mouth, his face was turned into a pumpkin by the tongue.

"Spicy chicken!" Shen Changan sneered.

All the ghosts trembled in unison.

The atmosphere was stagnant at this moment, and suddenly a thick fog rose outside the window. Shen Changan felt that something was wrong, subconsciously tilted his head to the side, and saw a few long vines suddenly flying into the outside. Straight for his throat.

Shen Changan's anger hadn't subsided yet, seeing that the dream hadn't subsided, and the last bit of rationality in his heart had been ignited, he stretched out his hand to grab the vine passing by in front of him, and pulled it hard.

A bunch of green things were dragged in.

The green hair and green clothes turned out to be the little green hair he had seen in his dream last time.

Seeing that his attack was easily dodged by Shen Changan, the green-haired child looked at Shen Changan in horror. What kind of monster is this human?Not only does he have an aura that attracts ghosts, but he also has a dazzling golden light of merit. If he didn't hate this human being for taking his little friend away, he would not have arranged for nearby ghosts to scare him.

But what he never expected was that this human being is not even afraid of ghosts, beating ghosts is like beating dolls.Who is the ghost and who is the human among them?

Raising his head to meet Shen Changan's eyes, the green-haired child trembled in fright: "I, I'm a child, you can't do anything to me."

"Heh." Shen Changan picked him up from the ground, put him on his knee, and slapped Lumao's ass with a slap.

"Oh!" Lu Mao screamed, he felt that his whole body was trembling rather than his butt being beaten.What was even more frightening was that at the moment Shen Changan grabbed him, his whole body seemed to lose all strength, and he could only let him do what he wanted.

"I am indeed more tolerant towards children, but are you a child?" Another two slaps.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Lu Mao burst into tears with pain, "Last time you told me that young children don't have to bear legal responsibility, why did the standard change when I came here?"

"What are you thinking? Even if you are still young, ghosts still talk about human rights." Shen Changan continued to fight. After living for more than 20 years, he saw a ghost talking about human rights for the first time in his dream.

"You villain, Miaomiao is leaving this city tomorrow, you caused all this, yet you still want to beat me." Seeing that he couldn't break free no matter what, Lumao simply smashed the jar, "You guys Humans are much more annoying than ghosts."

"I'm alone, what are you doing to please you ghosts?" Shen Changan saw that the green hair was crying pitifully, and most of his anger had disappeared, so he let go of him and put him aside, "We humans don't go to other people's houses in the middle of the night. The habit of knocking on windows and attacking others. Those who did this were caught by the police uncle and put in jail."

Seeing that Shen Changan stopped beating him, the green hair crawled and hid outside the window, and yelled at Shen Changan through the window: "You wait for me, I will not let you go."

"Oh." Shen Changan rolled his eyes, in his dream, how dare he be so arrogant?

"Do you know who our big brother in the plant world is?" Lumao stretched out his neck and roared, seeing Shen Changan looking over, he quickly shrank back, "Our big brother is a 5000-year-old mulberry tree. A single leaf can kill you."

Shen Changan squeezed his fist: "Since you have said so, I'd better kill you first."

The green-haired child screamed in fright, and his green hair suddenly swelled, rolling up the trembling ghosts in the corner, and disappeared out of the window in a puff of smoke.

Shen Changan looked out of the dark window with his head, and closed the window with a bang.

Waking up in the morning, Shen Changan picked up the phone on the bedside table, and there was a message on WeChat.

Year: Good morning.

He thought that the other party would ignore him, but he didn't expect that after one night, he would reply to the message.He conveniently took a picture of the morning scene outside the window and sent it to the other party.

Chang'an: [Picture]

Chang'an: Good morning, today's weather is fine.

Dao Nian stared at the photo on the phone screen for a while, then said slowly: "Liu."

"Sir." Liu Mao came to Daonian's side in a flash, "What's wrong?"

Dao Nian looked down, and Liu Mao understood immediately. He glanced at the photo on the phone, and then frowned: "Is there a ghost's handprint on the window?"

Dao Nian turned the phone over and did not let Liu Mao continue to read: "Check." He raised his eyelids and looked at Liu Mao expressionlessly.

"It's because the subordinates are not doing their job well." Liu Mao's complexion turned pale instantly, and he could hardly stand still.

Throwing two pieces of "Millennium Ganoderma" given by Uncle Zhang into the stainless steel thermos cup, Shen Changan came to the downstairs of the office unhurriedly, and found that there were several people around downstairs, so he asked Ding Yang, who was standing by and watching the excitement: " Brother Yang, it's so early in the morning, what's going on?"

"When Director Du came to work in the morning, he found that the tree in the yard had suddenly turned a lot of yellow leaves, so he asked the comrades from the Forestry Bureau to come and take a look." Ding Yang shook his head and sighed, "At any rate, it has grown for nearly a hundred years, so it can be regarded as protecting plants. .”

Looking at the old trees surrounded by forestry experts, Shen Changan always felt something strange.Silently hugging the thermos in his arms, and throwing out the inexplicable guilt in his heart, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

"Mr. Shen." Sun Jia stood at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a huge suitcase in his hand, as if he was about to go on a long journey.

Seeing Sun Jia, Shen Changan recalled the dream from last night: "Mr. Sun, do you have a nickname Miao Miao?"

The author has something to say: Shen Chang'an: Please don't talk about human rights in front of me, monsters, I'm a dog with double standards, thank you.