Ghost story! ! !

Walking out of the cinema, there were few people in the street, and she leaned on my shoulder. Squinting with a hint of cunning, she said softly, "I don't want to go home yet." What shall I do, eh? "

"Come to my house, you accompany me, ok? I'm afraid to be alone at home at night.

"

A feeling of ecstasy swept through my mind. This lovely guy, knowing my answer, made fun of me like this.

"Fu, it's late, I have to work tomorrow. Go back to sleep, be good. I'll take you home. " I patted her on the back and took her into my arms. Suddenly I felt that the night was so cold that I trembled slightly.

Half an hour later, Foer, is this the right way? I crustily skin of head asked her the nth time. She smiled brightly behind me. "Oh, you said you were going to see me off. You don't even know the way. It's that way! " I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands: "I can't help it. I was born a road idiot." Do it. "

"Cut ~" She frowned and smiled mischievously, pointing to a dark building in front. "Right there, remember?"

This is an old-looking building. It is dark and silent in the middle of the night. The street lamps downstairs are neatly lit, the asphalt pavement is orange, and the mosaic stuck on the floor seems to have peeled off. Although I have been here more than 20 times, I don't remember it ever being lit. Maybe every time I come, I send Foer home at night. Maybe people here are used to going to bed early.

Fu son smiled at my nose, "remember? Don't forget it again! I'm going back. Good night! " She kissed me on tiptoe and ran away quickly, with a red scarf fluttering around her neck, which had a spiritual beauty.

I watched her run into the building. The only bright color faded at night, and the night spilled up. The cold night was bitterly cold.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I got home. I walked around her house for nearly an hour before I found a taxi. When I jumped on the bed, I even heard the sound of my bones breaking.

"Damn, I'm exhausted."

……

I thought I could sleep soundly, but I never slept well. I seem to have been dreaming in a shallow sleep. I tossed and turned all night until my mother woke me up. Old MD is a good medicine to get up, and I barely moved. I just heard my mother say, "It's not good for my wife to choose a girl who is at home regularly at night."

Mom doesn't know what's so good about Foer. I snickered in my mind. Foer is not only a serious girl, but also a super girl! Although we have been dating for more than half a year and don't even have a B, with such a beautiful girlfriend, a man's vanity can be greatly satisfied. When I think of her joking speech last night, what do I think? What are your requirements for me? I can't help being happy when I think about it. I just can't shut up. I still giggle until I shave and foam. I look silly in the mirror. Happy men are all like me, hehe. ...

I looked down to wash the foam off my face, but at the moment I looked up, I saw a man in the mirror in a trance.

A strange man.

A man with an extremely distorted facial expression.

The man's pale face and terrified expression were conveyed to me through the mirror. Fear gripped my throat so tightly that I couldn't make a sound.

The razor in my hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"Why?" I heard my mother ask in the kitchen.

I'll look in the mirror.

There was a man there, but it was none other than me. My mouth was not completely closed because of surprise, so who did I just see?

This must be an illusion.

It must be the illusion caused by being too tired and not having enough rest yesterday.

You must talk to Foer today. You can't stay up that late.

When I took a taxi to work, I remembered my conversation with Foer last night. She asked me to remember where her family lived, but I forgot again. Alas, I only remember that it was half an hour's journey from a cinema. You must ask Fuer after work today and copy down the correct address, so that you don't have to look around like a headless fly in the future. She is a weak woman, living alone at home, and I don't know if she will be afraid at night. ...

The whole morning in the company was terrible. I had a terrible headache and even filled in an important report by mistake. The boss lost his temper with me. Because of this mistake, the whole team had to work overtime. Fortunately, the progress in the afternoon was very fast, and the report returned was successfully completed in less than two hours of overtime. I looked at my watch. It's already past seven in the evening, and it's starting to snow outside the window. Fuer must have left work early, and may be waiting for me downstairs in the company. At the thought of this, I grabbed my coat and ran to the elevator.

It was not until I went downstairs that I found that it had snowed quite heavily. The sky is dark and heavy, making people breathless. I don't know why, there are quite few pedestrians on the road today, and street lamps quietly cast orange cones on the snow. Under the lamp stood a thin woman, wearing a long white down jacket and a bright red scarf around her neck, and her messy long hair was tangled and fluttering in the cold wind. It's fuer.

"Foer?" This fool, how can he stand in the snow and see his face lose color with cold? How can he not feel bad!

"Tang Zhu ... I, I'm afraid, afraid! The sewer pipe at home is blocked, and she groans ... "Her voice is intermittent and trembling badly. Look at her face of panic and injustice. Her pale face has turned blue, tears are swirling in her swollen eyes, her lips are frozen gray, and a little blood is oozing from her. Just a fool, alas, this little thing is so scared.

"This is a voice, not a moan! Nothing, I'll fix it for you. "

"Well ..."

On the way home, she seldom spoke, but kept her fingers around the tassel of the red scarf around her neck. However, the snow is getting heavier and denser, and there is no figure on the road. Even when I called home, the bell rang again and again, but no one answered. I turned to look at fuer. She lowered her head and twisted her red scarf with her fingers. I don't know why the color of that scarf is brighter than usual today. On a completely black snowy night, red is a bit harsh. I suddenly felt a little agitated and angry for no reason. Damn it, it hasn't arrived yet. It's a long walk.

"Foer, haven't you arrived yet?"

"……"

"Foer?"

"Tang Zhu, this is it, the eleventh floor. 1 10. "

Climbing stairs is very tiring. There was still no one in the corridor, and all the families were quiet and nothing happened. The strangest thing is that there are three families on each floor here, while there is only one on the eleventh floor.

Fuer opened the door in front of me and I followed.

"Oh, my God!" I've never been to Fuer's house. Before that, I guessed what her boudoir would look like countless times, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

The room is full of dazzling works of art! ! ! ! They are all beautiful sculptures: copper, gold-plated, ceramic, different sizes, different postures, all lifelike. Among them, the most exquisite is the female statue, which is completely naked and half-naked. Some sculptures are even made completely according to the figure of a real person, with soft posture and serene expression, which is really rare. Oh, my God, what is Foer keeping from me? How did she get money to collect such a masterpiece of art? Moreover, the number is so large! !

I looked at Fuer doubtfully, and she leaned against the door with a wry smile. "Very rich collection, isn't it?"

"Fu, what the hell are you ..."

"We'll talk later. You are tired, why don't you have a rest and I'll go downstairs and buy you something to eat? . "

Fu went on to say that I was still in shock and didn't recover. These sculptures are so beautiful and lifelike, especially a life-size ceramic female statue: the enamel is smooth as jade, glittering and translucent, strong in shape and delicate in expression; I can even feel that the statue seems to have eye movements and want to talk. I looked at the statue carefully. Indeed, I can only evaluate it with the words amazing beauty. However, I always feel that something is wrong. What is this? There is a shadow in my head, but I can't catch the real clue.

I gave up my plan to continue thinking and looked at Fu's room. She is the only one on the eleventh floor, and the complete area of this house will not be less than 200 square meters, which is absolutely beyond the affordability of the working class. Fur, what the hell is she?

Foer, what skeletons are there in my closet?

At the moment, all kinds of ideas are pouring into my brain.

I will feel dizzy. I just hope that Foer will come back as soon as possible after shopping and explain all this to me. Strolling to the left of the living room, I casually opened a door left unlocked and turned on the light, and found that this room was actually a studio. There is a rough plaster sculpture in the center of the room. Although it is only a rough embryo, you can vaguely see a little charm. It is a statue of a woman. There are tools like pickaxes scattered around, and there is a sketch book. I picked up the sketch and looked through it again. The whole piece was Fu!

It's really Fuer.

Lying and standing sketches, detailed descriptions of faces, various expressions, and even ... nude sketches. The sketch is sideways, and Foer poses like a cat. His expression is cold and attractive.

My blood welled up in my face.

This is something I have never seen before.

The brain is getting more and more confused, and there are more and more mysteries. What's going on here? I stood in the middle of the studio with a sketch book in my hand and stayed for a long time.

Fu Er, the clerk, is my girlfriend.

A big house with a whole floor.

An expensive statue.

Fu's nude sketch ...

Suddenly, I remembered something, grabbed the sketch book and rushed to another room left unlocked. I opened the door with a bang and the light came on. Sure enough. Sure enough, this room confirmed my guess. Open the door here. Here is another studio, which is used to pour plaster. There is even a container for firing in the corner of the studio. A big house with a whole floor doesn't even have a bedroom or a bed. What does this mean?

This means that Fuer doesn't live here at all. In fact, I never sent Foer home! !

Suddenly I felt cold all over. Trembling, I walked to the container in the corner and held the handle of the oven door. My hands are cold, and my hands are covered with cold sweat.

With a creak, the oven door was opened.

Very clean. There is nothing in it.

I'm relieved. Just then, suddenly a voice suddenly sounded, "squeak ... bones ... rumble ..." I jumped up. Loud as a moan. The air in the whole room was shaken, and the sound came from the bathroom opposite.

I remember the reason why I came here today. This is it. Fuer shivered under the lamp and told me that the sewer was blocked. She groaned. I laughed at her. It was a voice, not a moan, but now I understand. That sound, it really sounds like a moan! !

I picked up a wire in the living room, bent it, and then went to the bathroom.

I hate the lights in the bathroom, reflecting the snow-white tiles, and I always feel pale. As it happens, the bathroom tiles here are all white and blue, and there are some dirty dirt in the gaps between the tiles, which is unpleasant dark red. What is even more surprising is that the floor of this bathroom is nearly half a meter higher than that of the living room outside, and there is a whole wall that is actually a mirror, a big mirror, like the one in the dance classroom. Looking in the mirror, there is an illusion that the bathroom has become two connected objects, but one is darker and the other is brighter.

The sound is still ringing, coming from the urinal in the bathroom. It sounds creepy, like the devil is crying. I turned on the flush switch of the urinal and the water boomed down. However, I soon found that the water was upwelling and the sewer was really blocked. And judging from the speed at which the water disappears, it is still badly blocked. So I rolled up my sleeves and picked up the wire.

When the wire went down, I immediately felt something entangled under the water. I finally fished it out. It's black and smelly. It looks like some rotten pieces of cloth. I threw it into the wastebasket and continued fishing. However, while fishing, I found myself more and more dizzy and uneasy. I always feel that the Yin Qi around me is very heavy, and I have a cold line of sight-I don't know where it is, staring at me, and my back keeps sweating. At this time, the electric light suddenly turned on, making a crackling sound, and then began to flash like a jack-o'-lantern, half bright and half dark. The urinal smells disgusting and groans loudly. Moreover, it was filled with all kinds of strange things: I fished out the pieces of leather shoes, women's pantyhose, lace of skirts and worn underwear, and the mouth of the urinal looked normal, but the size of the fished out things could not be stuffed in at all. I have almost lost the motivation to keep thinking, but I just keep fishing with inertia that I don't know where it came from.

I was tired when I saw a shadow flash in the mirror next to me. I didn't see it clearly, only a hint of red. "Foer?" I asked loudly, but my voice echoed but I couldn't hear any answer. I started to sweat on my back and turned to look at the urinal, only to find that the urinal was overflowing, dark red, bubbling with bubbles of different sizes, smelly and sweet, and looked like plasma. I stayed there, my throat screaming involuntarily!

"Ah ah! Ah ah! ! ! ! "

With my scream, the speed of escaping plasma is much faster. At this moment, my feet have been covered with a thin layer of things. Now there is a bulging thing at the mouth of the urinal. Because it is blocked, the plasma will turn into many tiny jets like a volcanic eruption, which will directly hit the white tiles in the bathroom.

I was completely stunned by this strange phenomenon, and I couldn't even move a step, only making a "giggle" sound in my throat. I lost my nerve when I saw that thing stuck in the urinal mouth was squeezed out bit by bit. There was a loud bang and something stuck in the urinal mouth was sprayed out and rolled to my feet. I couldn't help looking. It's a big black mass, but it looks as big as a football, with a knot on the surface and a dark brown towel. I remembered that I still had the hook in my hand. I picked up the dark brown towel carefully and found that it was actually a women's scarf with slender tassels at both ends. The towel full of black dirt and Qiu formed a hairball, and I also parted the hairball. Suddenly, a black gas mixed with rancid smell rushed into my nostrils, and then my eyes were fixed on what was in the hairball-the most horrible thing I had ever seen in my life.

That's her face.

Spotted face, a big black hole on my broken forehead, smelly water, blood stains, maggot-like things, my forehead is half rotten, one eye is slightly open, and the other one has no upper eyelid. The prickly eyeball falls out as if staring at me, and my black tongue sticks out from my broken lips and licks on the ground.

I didn't see anyone in the mirror at this moment.

My eyes are completely fixed on what I see now.

However, the mirror behind him suddenly sounded, click, click, click.

I twisted my neck stiffly and saw a strange man.

A man with an extremely distorted facial expression.

Standing right behind me.

The man's pale face and terrified expression were conveyed to me through the mirror. Fear gripped my throat so tightly that I couldn't make a sound.

The hook in my hand fell to the ground with a bang.

I fainted.

I don't know how long it took me to wake up, but I saw a thick white fog covering my whole body. I can't feel anything, so empty and silent, I can't even hear the sound, and my mind is buzzing. Feel the clothes on your body, soaked in cold sweat. I got up and couldn't figure out the way to the southeast and northwest. I just want an exit so that I can get out of this hellhole.

I kept walking, so tired that I had no strength. I almost dragged my body and moved, and almost shed tears. My mobile phone completely lost contact with the outside world, and even the time stopped.

Suddenly I saw a faint light in front of me, and I cried with joy. I almost rolled and crawled towards the light, but I was disappointed. It turned out to be just a mirror. Exhausted the last strength, I no longer have the strength and confidence to get up, but fell asleep in the mirror.

I had a dream.

I float in mid-air, like a soul and a gust of wind. Nobody can see me. I found myself on the eleventh floor, room 1 10. The room is neat, with only a few statues. A man in his thirties is sketching a model.

The man is braided and curly, and the female model opposite is shy. She is wearing white cloth with long black hair over her shoulders. It can be seen that the female model likes the painter, and the painter is very focused, but the paintings he writes lack a kind of vitality. He kneaded the painting into a ball and started painting again. Repeatedly, no one was satisfied.

At this moment, the man stood up and faced me. I'm surprised that I know him-it should be said that people with culture in this city should know him. He is a very famous artistic rookie, good at plaster casts and sculptures, and his works are always millions.

But I remember he died soon after he became famous. He died strangely, passed out in the bathroom, became a vegetable and was buried within a year. Many celebrities attended his funeral.

The man looked miserable in front of me. He seems disappointed because he can't make a satisfactory work. The female model flashed a trace of pity in her eyes. She murmured something, walked up to the painter, and then uncovered the cloth.

Then a quick stealth shot. When it returned to normal, three months had passed and the snow was fluttering outside the window. The female model haggard a lot, and her abdomen bulged slightly. They are quarrelling. The female model shed tears. She cried bitterly and then rushed to the bathroom to vomit. She vomited and cried, which was pitiful. The man lit a cigarette and smoked one after another, and soon the ashtray was full. He stood up, walked behind the female model, put his hand behind her neck and touched her gently. Then he squatted down to talk to her.

I can't know what they are talking about, only to see the female model gradually stop crying. The man got up and gave her a glass of water. She drank slowly, and then slowly fell into his arms.

He lowered his head, so I couldn't see his eyes. He just held the female model for a long time until dark. He stood up and the female model was lying on the ground, her skin was blue and white, and she looked like porcelain. The painter dragged her up from the ground, then put her on a big table and began to put plaster on it.

I was stunned.

After another month, I watched the man pour plaster until it became a work of art, during which I met Fuer. She came quietly, alone, wearing a white trench coat and a red scarf. I didn't see the painter when I came, so I went back.

The man put the portrait of the female model in the middle of the studio, and the afternoon sun shone on it. The female model's skin is as soft as snow and her expression is gentle. Although he doesn't live here, he often comes to this studio and sits for a day, doing nothing but quietly admiring the statue. Soon, he began to create plaster statues, and since then, men have become famous artists.

Foer came several times again, and the man who became an artistic upstart received her at home. Foer looks like a reporter. She put in a good word and took photos, and then, by the way, she became his model. Later, Laifuer came by himself several times, but the man was not there. Like the men in the room, she often looks at the statue wrapped in the female model's body in a daze, but strangely, she often looks at it and leaves tears.

One day, Fuer came again while the man was away. She casually put her white trench coat and red scarf on the workbench next to the statue, and then sat down and looked at the statue quietly. She spoke to the statue. Then she stood up. Unfortunately, I don't know when the fingers of the female image were broken together, and there was a little sesame-sized black inside, which attracted Fuer's attention. Fu Er carefully squatted down and looked at it, but suddenly understood that the black must be constantly stinking. Fu Er sat on the ground, covering her nose, crying. She didn't see the man who just came back after her.

……

The man clutched the red scarf in his hand. The red scarf tied a beautiful knot with Fuer's beautiful face in the middle. However, the face has turned into a sauce purple, the tongue is long and the hair is messy. As soon as the man let go, Foer lay down softly. The man wiped the sweat from his head, picked up a pickaxe, and his anger did not disappear. He chiseled it on Fu's forehead again ... However, he stopped halfway, wrapped a red scarf around Fu's neck and dragged Fu to the bathroom.

The man quickly put a layer of plastic film on the floor and wall of the bathroom, and put countless sketch papers on the film with transparent glue until it covered every inch of the bathroom. The man took off the red scarf between her neck, wrapped her head, raised the manuscript with a straight face, and chiseled it toward her neck once and for all ... Blood splashed on the man's face, lips and pale sketch paper in the bathroom, and then flowed down the wall, solidified, and new blood splashed up, flowed down and solidified. ...

I cried.

The man cut Fuer's head off, took a deep breath, and then began to dismember Fuer's limbs. The dark red wall of the bathroom has solidified, and there is no blood spilled when he chisels again. The man chiseled silently, repeating an action over and over again, and Fu Er was torn to pieces by him.

A day later, the man bought cement and lime and built a platform on Fuer's dismembered body. The bathroom floor became Fuer's cement coffin.

I can't bear to watch any more. I turned my head and found another soul floating behind me.

It's fuer.

"You ..."

"I am a ghost, that's right." Fu said coldly.

"Afraid of me, right?" Foer smiled maliciously. "Ha ha ha ha ha ....." She looked up and laughed, her heels clicked, her head turned around and floated in the air.

"You ..."

"Why should I look for you, right?" Foer's head blinked at me. "The building here is going to be demolished. Before that, I can't take off my red scarf. I will never be reborn, and I will be a ghost all my life. Therefore, I have to find someone unlucky to be my scapegoat. " She stuck out her tongue, dripping with rotting blood. "Hey, you are really unlucky."

"Foer, you have suffered!" I couldn't bear it any longer, and I rushed over and hugged her broken head. Tears trickled down, and I couldn't stop them. I, a ghost, couldn't help crying. I've never felt such grief in my life, and I'm heartbroken.

"Fu, you have suffered ..." I tossed and turned this sentence, and I couldn't find other words to comfort her. I only feel the pain of being hollowed out. "Fu, I, I, no problem, you, you really, it's too bad ... I'm willing to replace you, as long as you live in the afterlife, happiness ... I really can't watch you become a ghost ... you are very gentle and beautiful, aren't you ... it's a good idea.

After a long time, I cried meaningless, just grinning, tears and nose mixed down, but I didn't expect to feel my palms wet when I rubbed them.

My eyes are swollen to see the blessing in my hand. I don't know when, tears have washed away her bloody cheeks and hair. She is crying with her eyes closed, but she looks as beautiful as when she was born. There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Tang Zhu." Foer said.

"Tang Zhu, you saved me and myself." She opened her red eyes and looked at me: "thank you, thank you ... listen to a story, and then we should break up."

"You know what? That female model was my best friend when I was a student. She is having an affair with that painter. Later, she got pregnant and told me that they were going to get married happily. But then she suddenly disappeared. I called the police, but the police didn't investigate at all, because the girl was a person without parents and grew up in an orphanage. I can't believe my best friend left quietly without telling me. My intuition tells me that something must have happened to her. So I came to investigate it myself. I'm a reporter, so I can get close to the painter, but I can't find a clue. I can't help crying when I see her statue. "

"Later, when I found out the truth, it was too late. I had become a ghost. Because I died miserably, the ghost world won't let me reincarnate, because even if I drink Mengpo tea, my strong resentment still exists and I can't leave. And I don't want to be reborn so soon. I don't want that man to go. I want to play with him. "

"The spirit of the ghost is very strong. I spent a year using these spiritual powers at will, and then began to take revenge. Ever since that man killed me, I've been begging for his life in his dreams every night. He began to be nervous, especially afraid of going into the bathroom, so he installed a mirror in the bathroom so that he could see himself and not be afraid. "

"Hum ... he is so stupid, the mirror is the window of two worlds, he didn't expect. So on a full moon night in May, I appeared in the mirror and hooked his soul. The moment he saw me, the whole expression was really interesting! Completely distorted and unrecognizable. As you can see, in your home and the bathroom on the eleventh floor, the twisted face in the mirror is his soul! Ha ha ha ha ha ... "

"I hooked his soul into the mirror. Although his body is not dead, it is lifeless and worse than a ghost. Later, I pulled out his oxygen tube in the hospital, and his body died. This kind of death is beyond life. I finally got my revenge, hated it, and then met you. "

Fu son here, smiled slightly.

"In fact, you are not a road idiot, because I hit the wall with ghosts, so you can't always remember this place because you can't find it. In fact, no one lived here a long time ago. "

"Tang Zhu, you are really a good man. If you invade me when I seduce you, you will never see the sun again the next morning. If you don't really love me, my soul can't be redeemed, so you must die for me. So, what a pity I didn't meet you when I was alive ... "Then she sighed softly.

"Thank you, Tang Zhu."

"Goodbye. Noon is coming, I can't stay any longer ... "

After that, she gradually turned into a thin mist in my arms and disappeared.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on an abandoned construction site, tears streaming down my face.

I quickly found a taxi and the driver talked a lot. He said, "Yesterday, a building there was blown up. Oh, guess whose bones are inside. Gee, it's really sad. Then how do you think the world came from? Let's burn the midnight oil ... "My heart hurts again. Fu Er, Fu Er with a smile, Fu Er with a slight cry and Fu Er with a red scarf fluttering in the wind are changing one by one. In a trance, I heard the gossip driver say, "When the guest got off the bus, it was 36.34 yuan, so you don't have to leave any change before leaving." You won't use us to make money. It is not easy. It's really cold today ... "When I got home, my parents were crying. Seeing me turned grief into joy. My mother stretched out her arm and held me in her arms, rubbing and pinching, crying and laughing, and said, "Son! Where have you been? You have been missing for three days, and I am worried to death! " I can't answer, I just feel so tired. My mother quickly put the bath water on me, and then beat gongs and drums to make the quilt. I stepped into the foot bath and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the mirror on the wall. ......