stories that happened on a specific occasion

Mid-volt, the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

In the past few days, in the small park I passed by to and from get off work, a piece of news broke.

One morning, a male corpse quietly appeared.

According to news reports, the man was about 30 years old and had been dead for at least two weeks.Judging from the traces of the body, it should have been killed, with scars on the back of the head. The police speculated that the deceased was thrown into a pond in the park and drowned to death after being stunned. The identity is currently unknown.Since there are no surveillance cameras installed in the small park, and it has been a while since the incident, there are very few clues to be found.

Before thinking about it, Zuo Zhenzhen once said that my illness was due to collision with evil spirits.Now that I think about it, maybe this is it.

The occurrence of the case made this small park much deserted.It turned out that the old people who did morning exercises dispersed, and those who took their pets for a walk were diverted.Only some curious onlookers, in twos and threes, looked towards the pond from a distance, and did not dare to approach it.

Although there are other ways to go to work, I still insist on walking through here every day.

It's impossible to say that I don't mind.After all, remembering that the pool of water next to him had been soaked with carrion corpses, he was still a little flustered when he got off work at night, and he unknowingly quickened his pace when passing by.

But among the people I know, there are naturally people who like this kind of place.

"I heard that the judicial autopsy has already started." D said to me.

Before, because I "dealed" with Zuo Zhenzhen without authorization, exchanging stories for stories, and took away the campus mass suicide case they were investigating, D didn't contact me again for a long time.

Until today, when he came to this park, he thought it was near my house, so he asked me out.

"I thought you didn't see me anymore, Lao Deng." I teased him.

Lao Deng is what I always call D.

When we first met, he handed me a newspaper.

It was the report of the student suicide case in the hotel, only saying that campus violence led to the tragedy. Both the school and the Ministry of Education have come forward to apologize, and said that "the campus environment will be strictly controlled, and children and parents will be given a pure place to study." .

Lao Deng explained that because the truth of the case was related to the strange power and chaos, Zuo Zhenzhen basically didn't mention anything about the part that Zuo Zhenzhen found.As for Zuo Zhenzhen who is now in Japan, Lao Deng has no choice but to say, "As long as nothing happens, let her be."Moreover, the news reports about the post-earthquake reconstruction in Japan have indeed been affirmed by the higher-ups, so it can be regarded as a cover-up.

"Still not sure about your identity?" I asked.

Lao Deng shook his head and said, "After soaking in the water for such a long time, I can't identify my face or fingerprints, and I don't have any documents on my body. Apart from a large red birthmark on my face, there is no other identifiable information. I heard that it has been compared with the recent missing persons, and there is no matching information. The public security organs have also released missing persons information, and so far, no one has come to claim them.”

"There is such a thing." I said with emotion.

Is there really such a person in this world who has lived for more than thirty years but has no relatives, no reason, and no one knows him?

However, what is more poignant than this is that there may be people who know each other but find it troublesome and choose to remain silent.

This matter was lively for a few days after people had dinner, and when they turned around, it was forgotten.I only think of it when I pass by this small park.This small park became the end of that person's life and the only label.No one knew what his name was, where he came from, or what kind of life he had lived.People just called him "the drowned man in some park," and it was sad to think that.

"You are just too sentimental." Old Deng commented on me.

If one really wants to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and follow the clouds and clouds in the sky, it is not easy in one's life.

I've been feeling down lately because of this.

"It's life."

I remembered what Old Deng said before we broke up.

Could it be that there is really any power in this world that can secretly manipulate all life in this world?

Of course I don't want to believe it.

The same goes for contributor Mrs. E.

Mrs. E is a logistics staff of a certain hospital, responsible for the cleaning and changing of quilts.She is over [-] years old, so she is not very familiar with the matter of online submission. This matter was published by her youngest daughter, and it is also about an event that Mrs. E experienced in this hospital when she was young.

The occurrence of this incident also changed some of Mrs. E's beliefs, changing her from an atheist to a devout Buddhist now.

Mrs E's story

This story happened about 20 years ago.

At that time, Mrs. E was laid off shortly after giving birth to her second daughter. In order to provide an extra allowance for the family, she asked someone to find a cleaning job in the hospital.

This job is not easy to come by, so Mrs. E also does her best, no matter how dirty or tired she is, she has no complaints.

Although she works in this place where life is sent to death, Mrs. E has always been an atheist.

Mrs. E's home used to be a well-known scholarly family in the local area.For generations, they all set up private schools to teach and educate people in the local area. The most famous one is that there was a Jinshi in the late Qing Dynasty.For this reason, it was also awarded the plaque of "Xiu Yu Liu Fang".It is a pity that the family was destroyed because of the war, so it fell.

Even so, although she has not obtained a high degree of education, Mrs. E still maintains the habit of reading and studying every day.

The son is silent and strange.Mrs. E has been familiar with this principle since she was a child.

After several months of working in this hospital, although the people who work with her will have more or less taboos, Mrs. E still has not wavered in her belief.

Until the second year, the hospital received a special patient, which made Mrs. E feel for the first time in her life that there seemed to be some unexplainable things outside of science.

This thing happened in one day.

Mrs. E was sent to clean the inpatient annexe.

This building is an old two-story building.The first floor is some offices that are not frequently used, and there are about twenty wards on the second floor, so the corridor is very narrow and long.It is not clear how often these wards are used, but once the inpatient department of the main building is full, someone will be sent to clean up the wards here and receive patients.

But this time was different. As soon as Mrs. E went up to the second floor, she saw two men in military uniform standing at the stairs.He wanted to go to the corridor, but was questioned carefully.After confirming that it was the hospital staff, they were released.

That night, Mrs. E learned about it when she went home to watch the news.On the second floor, where I went to clean during the day, there was a murderer who killed a family of six.He was shot and wounded when he was arrested for attempting to escape from prison.Although not fatal, he has been in a coma.

A few days later, Mrs. E was arranged to clean the annex building again.

Although it was just such a simple job as mopping the floor and cleaning the windows, Mrs. E still felt a little uneasy.But as a newcomer who has only been here for a year, it is inconvenient for him to shirk.

The annex building is under the shade of a row of trees, and even in the daytime, it is dimly lit and feels shady.

Mrs. E took the cleaning tools and walked from the first floor to the second floor.

For some reason, Mrs. E looked down the side corridor.At the end of the long corridor is a rectangular window, which is also the only light source.The color of the alkyd paint on the wall is indistinguishable, but the faintly reflected light gives a shimmering feeling from a distance.

Mrs. E came to the second floor, and after routine questioning, she was let go.

The wards here are still the same as in the early years, with a large space and all wooden doors.There is a glass window on the door to see what is going on in the ward.At this time, only one of the twenty wards was in use, and a policeman was guarding the door of this room.

Mrs. E started cleaning at the end of the corridor, and there was an identical window on the second floor.There is a stream of people passing by outside the window, and someone is passing by in a hurry on a bicycle, and the car bell can be heard clearly; the outdoor is sunny, and people occasionally use umbrellas to go in and out at noon, and the colors of the umbrellas are bright and eye-catching.

The scene in front of me was in stark contrast to everything in this building.

At this moment, this building is like another space, everything is quiet and lifeless.Only the other four people were alive, one was a murderer in a coma, and the other three were like statues, without any sound or movement except breathing.

Mrs. E just wanted to finish cleaning as soon as possible and leave.

When she moved outside the murderer's ward, Mrs. E still couldn't help being curious, and peeked inside through the glass window on the door.

In a backlit room, a person was lying on a hospital bed.Several devices were placed beside the bed. Mrs. E had never seen so many medical devices. She just felt that the man was covered with tubes all over his body, and he couldn't tell which device was connected.

While Mrs. E was watching carefully, a human face suddenly appeared on the glass window.

It was a policeman, and he motioned Mrs. E away with a stern look.

Mrs. E was startled, she hurriedly lowered her head and continued mopping the floor.The policeman sitting at the door also kept staring at her. Mrs. E felt as if she was a prisoner, and continued to work uncomfortably.

I don't know if I was flustered, or the wooden mop has rotted.I dragged and dragged, and suddenly the mop broke, and my head fell to the ground like a different place.

The clear sound of wood hitting the ground resounded in the silent corridor.

Immediately, four faces protruded from the stairs, the corridor, and the glass windows of the room.They all stared in Mrs. E's direction.

"Broken. Me, I went and got a new one."

Mrs. E was looked at a little overwhelmed.

On the first floor of this building, there should be a place to store daily cleaning tools. Mrs. E quickly packed up the broken mop, and walked to the first floor with her head down.

Just halfway there, Mrs. E suddenly heard a voice.

It was the sound of chains.

Mrs. E hurried downstairs, and the voice disappeared again.

When I walked to the door of the building, I found that the door was not locked, so I didn't care.

Although she knew there must be a utility room here, Mrs. E didn't know which room it was.So, in this dark corridor, I searched from room to room without signs.

Just after looking for a few rooms, Mrs. E suddenly heard the sound of the iron chain again.

This time, it was very clear.

And it didn't come from the door of the building, but from the depths of the corridor.

Mrs. E exits the room and looks down the corridor.

There is nothing strange about it.

Mrs. E thought she had heard this kind of voice but was not very familiar with it.

At this time, Mrs. E just wanted to find a new mop quickly, then finish cleaning and leave.

I continued to search for a few more, but still couldn't find it.Most of them are offices that cannot even turn on the lights, let alone cleaning tools, and even some desks and chairs are incomplete.

Just as Mrs. E walked into the next room, suddenly the sound of the iron chain sounded again. Mrs. E retreated into the corridor again, and the voice died away again.

Mrs. E found that whenever she walked into the room, there would be the sound of iron chains in the corridor.

It's not a simple iron chain, but the sound of the iron chains colliding with each other as they drag on the ground.

Mrs. E pushed open the door of another room and finally found the utility room.

Fortunately, the lights in this room were still on.

Everything inside was covered with a layer of dust, and it seemed that no one had touched it for a long time. Mrs. E was looking for a mop among the debris.

At this moment, the sound of the iron chain really appeared again.

This time, Mrs. E didn't go out of the room, but opened the door, and quietly poked her head to peek into the corridor.

It was past noon, and the corridor was getting darker and darker.Even outside the window, it became dark, like the sky before a thunderstorm, and the curtains on both sides of the window were also slightly swaying in the air. Mrs. E looked at the empty corridor, then turned her head away, not feeling that there was anything wrong, and the sound of the iron chain still couldn't find the source.

However, what can be felt is that the sound of the iron chain is getting louder and clearer.

Mrs. E continued to look for the mop while thinking.

Suddenly, Mrs. E remembered.

When she first started working here, there was a general cleaning of the whole hospital, and all the sheets, quilts, curtains and tablecloths had to be disinfected and cleaned.Mrs. E, who had just joined the company at the time, was told that she did not need to clean up when she passed by the annex building with her colleagues.Because the place is basically vacant, and because of the lack of light all year round, no curtains have ever been installed.

Thinking of this, Mrs. E suddenly felt chills down her spine.

She returned to the door again and looked down the corridor.

Sure enough, there were no curtains on the windows.

However, he vaguely saw something floating in the air.

Those were two black gauze-like objects that seemed to be hanging straight from the ceiling.

The corridor was too dark, the light source outside the window was wired, and a large section near the ceiling was in pitch darkness. Mrs. E also couldn't see clearly what the black veil was and what the part in the darkness looked like.

But Mrs. E was sure, that's where the voice came from.

The light gauze slowly floated towards this end of the corridor, gradually showing its appearance.

It seems to be two long black gowns. I don't know what they are wearing on them, but they can only be seen to be huge, almost touching the three-meter-high roof.Suddenly, it was clearly visible that one of the long gowns slowly raised one sleeve and held it straight forward.The cuffs of the sleeves were thick and loose, but there was nothing inside, only darkness.

As they got closer, the appearance of that gown became more and more clear.It was originally as thin as a veil, but now less than ten meters away from Mrs. E, it looks like two thick and tall black pillars, slowly moving forward in the corridor.

Mrs. E's head went blank for a moment, and she stood where she was, not even daring to breathe loudly.

There are three more rooms, and we will come to the door of Mrs. E's room. Mrs. E lowered her head and found that the cuffs of the gowns worn by the two men had not swayed at all during the action, and the iron chain was dragged from one cuff to the ground.The iron chain, as thick as an adult's wrist, dragged along the floor.Every time it drags a step, some sparks will pop out due to friction, and at the same time it will make a strange and dry sound.

There are two more rooms.

The light in Mrs. E's room can be vaguely reached to the nearby roof.

Mrs. E looked up, and saw in the dim light, the hair hanging straight down on the two gowns, and the triangular top hats on them.The hair was moving forward, just like the sleeves, without any swaying, everything was moving slowly like a still picture.

There is another room.

The lights in Mrs. E's room began to flicker.

After struggling a few times, suddenly, it went out.

The two long gowns appeared at the door, and Mrs. E calculated that she was only about half way to the black long gown.

Mrs. E turned her back to the door and put her hands over her mouth.She could feel someone walking through the door behind her.The iron chain seemed to be dragged across her scalp, and the whole head was filled with this sound.

However, apart from the sound of the iron chain, such a huge thing was in the corridor, but there was no sound of movement.

Fortunately, the sound of chains is gradually moving away.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, the sound disappeared suddenly, and the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

Mrs. E carefully looked out of the corridor again, and everything returned to normal.

The corridor was empty, there were no traces of heavy objects dragging on the ground, and the window at the end was also bright, and it didn't look gloomy and rainy.

Mrs. E suddenly felt her legs go limp, and she fell to the ground unconsciously.

At this moment, a policeman rushed down the stairs and rushed out the door.

Mrs. E shrank back into the room in fright.

Not long after, I heard the footsteps of a group of people, coming one after another.

Mrs. E leaned out and saw a group of doctors and nurses rushing to the second floor.

Mrs. E didn't care too much, and ran out of the building.After returning to the lounge, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall.

Later, I heard from a colleague who came back to rest that the murderer in the annex building suddenly became ill for some reason. The rescue just now failed and he died.

Mrs. E recalled what she had seen and heard before.I couldn't stop shivering a few times.

Although Mrs. E has never been in contact with any materials about gods, Buddhas and ghosts, she has seen some records.

A ghost messenger, tall and tall, holding shackles and handcuffs, specializing in arresting ghosts.

It seems that sometimes it's not that they don't report, it's just that the time has not come.

It is said that if you want to know the cause of the past life, you must be the receiver in this life; if you want to know the future fruit, you must be the author of this life.

But if we wait for karma to punish evil and eradicate adultery, we don't know when we will have to wait.

Soon, this male floating corpse made new progress.Although the murderer of the case has not been arrested and brought to justice, finally, someone came to claim it.

For some reason, I also felt a little comforted.

But the strange thing is that it was a Japanese who came to claim it.Moreover, when going through the claim procedures, the Japanese and the corpse suddenly disappeared together.After checking all the information, it was found that all of them were false identities.

Naturally, the news would not report such a thing, and it was Zuo Zhenzhen, who had just returned from Japan, who told me all this.

The author has something to say: Before I knew it, it was Lixia.

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