In my mind, it was very confusing, for the present, for memory, everything I knew, I don't know why, special diaphragms, unfamiliar, as if these memories, what I did, were someone else's.

"Zhang Qingyuan, have you forgotten?"

At this moment, my head buzzed, and a calm voice, in my head, rang out, and just as I felt like I was about to think of something, a deliberate coughing sound interrupted my train of thought.

"Zhang Qingyuan, what's the matter? There are 30 minutes left before you get off work, are you done with your work? ”

It was the fat manager, and I hurriedly turned my head away, smiling in response.

"Manager, it's already done, the afternoon work will have to wait for a meeting to start, and we have to wait for the design department to ......"

Suddenly, the fat manager tied his face, leaned his head over, his upper and lower lips were slightly open, his teeth were closed, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight sneer, and he didn't make a sound, but, looking at him, he was saying dead words.

At this time, from the mouth of the fat manager, there was a beeping sound like an electric wave, a little harsh, and he came to my face, and suddenly, the seven orifices were bleeding, and his dark black eye bags, like dead eyes, burst out, and with a chirp, blood splattered, and those two eyeballs, poof, burst out, and I screamed.

"What about shouting ghosts? Zhang Qingyuan. ”

The fat manager stood up from his desk and glared at me viciously, and I stretched out my slightly trembling hand and pointed at the fat manager.

"Just now, you... You're not ......."

There was nothing around, the fat manager, didn't come over at all, and I seemed to be daydreaming about ghosts.

"Crazy? Isn't it, Zhang Qingyuan. ”

I hurriedly laughed and sat down.

"Hmph, on weekdays, I always like those ghosts, gods or something, sooner or later, if you meet a real ghost, eat a guy like you who is dissatisfied, it's good!"

My cheeks were red, accompanied by the bell of the end of work, a room of colleagues, all laughed, the voice, from the opposite of me, the female colleague I liked, not once or twice, she would sour me from time to time, but I couldn't refute it at all.

I have an almost insane attachment to the thrill of fear.

"If you see a ghost, Zhang Qingyuan, remember to take a photo for us to see."

The colleague next to me muttered, and when he passed by me, he didn't forget to sneer at me.

All day, I was very hurt, I don't know how much hatred this is, I didn't just scare the female colleague into fainting, I wanted to find a chance to explain to her today, but she didn't accept it at all, as if standing in front of me, I didn't want to do it for a second.

Dragging the tired body, the No. 144 bus, finally arrived at the station, I rushed out of the bus to the surging crowd, as soon as I landed, I sighed and walked in the direction of home.

But the situation around me, I have always been a little unclear, but the specific place is not clear, and some additions to those unclear parts will immediately pop up in my mind, and this feeling of discomfort is very strong.

It was so strong that as soon as I thought about it, I had a terrible headache, and I watched a few people walk out of Wang Xinming's shop, and when I thought of what happened this morning, I got angry, and I put a dead word in front of me early in the morning.

Watching Wang Xinming send off the guests with a happy face, I was a little angry, I was tired and tired every day, as long as he moved his hands and wrote a few words, the money would come.

With a sense of resentment, I stared straight at Wang Xinming and walked over, plus today, the female colleague not only didn't give me a good look, but also sour me, and she was still behind her back, hacking me, I also know, the more I think about it, the more angry I become.

Passing by Wang Xinming, he also looked at me coldly.

"What do you see? Haven't you seen it? The hardships of office workers. ”

I couldn't help it, my voice was a little louder, I snorted coldly, and I was about to leave without looking back, however, suddenly, Wang Xinming grabbed my left hand.

"What?"

I yelled, my right hand was already clenched into a fist, I turned my head angrily, Wang Xinming didn't say a word, pulled me into his shop.

As soon as I wanted to continue scolding him, Wang Xinming let go of my hand, took out a piece of rice paper, spread it on his weekdays, on the writing table, splashed ink, and wrote in a dragon and phoenix dance, half-squatting, for a long time, and finally wrote five words.

There are three big words written on it, Zhang Qingyuan, my name, below, there are two words written between the three words, Wang Xinming finished writing, he turned his head and stretched out a hand, as if he wanted me to see the meaning, I looked at it and sighed.

Thinking about it, my anger has also disappeared, the words written by others are really good, the pen is open and closed, there is a feeling of atmosphere, the strength of the pen, between the light and heavy, put mine very measured.

"It's very well written." I muttered, turned around and wanted to leave, but Wang Xinming grabbed me, still didn't say a word to me, rolled up the rice paper written on the table, and stuffed it to me.

"I don't have any money."

As soon as I said that, I gave Wang Xinming and pushed him to the door of the store, and he looked at me vigorously, but I didn't understand what he wanted to do.

"You can't be sick, are you?"

I looked at Wang Xinming with some embarrassment, he squatted on the ground, stretched out a finger, writing something, through the imprint of dust, I saw a dead word, still so uncomfortable.

I immediately became angry, and wanted to shove the rice paper he had given me and throw it in his face, but after thinking about it, I shook my head and ran quickly.

Today, I'm very tired, I just want to go to bed early, but standing at the door of my room, I didn't dare to open the door, room 444, this is the house number I chose, originally when this house was completed, this house number, because it was all 4, unlucky, I plan to go directly without 444, but after I heard it, I said that this room was given to me.

Because I like excitement more, this unlucky house number, I naturally will not be ambiguous, and I heard that the unlucky door number, will be found by ghosts, so, I chose this house number, and now the houses are rented, because I helped this real estate developer a lot, helped him to do the entire community gate system, monitoring system, and also helped train the property company's people.

This house, the boss also said, let me rent it first, rent it for three or four years, even if I make a down payment, when the time comes, and then slowly repay the mortgage, I also feel that I have picked up a big bargain.

But I don't know why, tonight, but looking at this house number, I felt that my scalp was numb, a bad feeling, spread out, it was fear, I still took out the key, inserted the lock heart, and turned it.

There was a click, the door opened, I hurriedly turned on the light, the room was bright, there was nothing, I was relieved, but I always felt that something was wrong, something should be right.

"Last night, I guess I saw a ghost."

I muttered, turned on all the lights that could be turned on, nothing, just when I was disappointed, I found that the horror story that I had thrown on the floor last night would be placed on the table, and I walked over step by step, and in my heart, I wanted to throw this horror story out immediately.

However, in my body, the thrill-seeking emotion inspired me to sit on the couch, pick up the horror story, and open it.

The content is still the same as yesterday, but when I turned to the second page, there was a new change, and a string of text was left on it.

"Hey, are you satisfied? Mr. Zhang Qingyuan, the horror prepared for you last night will be even more exciting tonight, please keep your eyes open, 12 o'clock, see you there. ”

A short line of text, immediately aroused my heart, longed for a long time, looking for the real excitement of the feelings, I turned the horror story again, the back of the book, still white flowers, nothing, I put together the horror story, can't help humming.

"It's not a big deal."

I muttered a word, looked at the skull alarm clock hanging on the wall, on the TV, it would be just 10 o'clock, there were still 2 hours to go, and I was excited in my heart, I couldn't wait.

It was this feeling of being scared and wanting to experience it that drove me to stay in this home tonight.

Then, for the strangeness in the room, I ran out again, I wanted to drink tea, but I couldn't find where the cup was, and the location of the cup was in my head, and suddenly I found the cup, but I couldn't find the tea.

When I went to the bathroom to take a shower, I couldn't find the shower gel or shampoo, and later, these things appeared in my mind, in the small drawer under the coffee table outside, I took a shower, took out a bottle of liquor from the kitchen cabinet, got some peanuts, sat down at the coffee table, and looked at the stacked and slow horror movie discs under the TV.

I still remember, these are the oldest videos that I have been collecting since I was a child, and I still remember the first horror movie I watched, it was Painted Skin, when I was young, I didn't know it, I was completely immersed in the world of ghosts, although I was scared to death, but I still liked it.

I was waiting quietly, 12 o'clock came, I was already a little drunk, I leaned on the sofa weakly, suddenly, there was a knock on the door, I got up from the sofa, and ran behind the door.

There was a squirming sound, and I saw a piece of rice paper stuffed into the crack of the door, it was Wang Xinming.

"Run." With a simple two words, I picked up the rice paper with a smile, smacked it twice, tore it to pieces, and with a bang, I sat on the ground, slammed the wine bottle on the wooden floor, and shouted loudly.

"Tell you, although Lao Tzu is afraid, but he enjoys it very much, isn't it a ghost?"