Treacherous Collector

Chapter 44
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Most of the visible ghosts in this world have their own problems.most.

I have just returned to China, but unlike other returnees - I am penniless, and after many inquiries, I finally rented this house. The environment is good, the room is spacious, it is convenient for my work, and the key rent is low.Whole rent, shared rent is inconvenient.

The only bad thing about this house is the newly built skyscraper across from the bedroom window, which perfectly blocks all the light, but everything else is ok.I am afraid of the dark and also afraid of the cold.

"Hello?" She appeared suddenly, looking at me vigilantly, with messy fluffy short hair, delicate facial features revealing panic, staring at me with wide eyes, and a kitchen knife in her hand
"Who are you looking for, please?"

"??? Who am I looking for?"

"This is my rented house and I just paid last month's rent."

"No way, this is my home."

"Oh? How do you prove it?"

As I said that, I took out the rental contract from my pocket and unfolded it in front of her eyes. Taking advantage of her distraction, I rushed to grab her knife. She screamed and struggled, as if the whole room had become dark, but the kitchen knife It seemed to be stuck to her hand, and she couldn't grab it at all.wait!Not as if!The whole room was indeed darkened.

Damn, I've hit a ghost!
Blood oozes from the ceiling, and the windows are covered with dark red handprints!

Damn, I really hit a ghost!
"So, are you a ghost?" I lit a cigarette, trying to pretend to blow out a few smoke rings, but I couldn't.

"Well, yes." She sat slumped in the corner, the kitchen knife in her hand hadn't been put down yet, "My boyfriend killed it."

"Grudge?"

"No no no." She shook her head and waved her hands nervously, her short fluffy and messy hair was shaking like a lion's mane during a lion dance at a temple fair.

"Okay, call me Huang, the Huang of the world, the Huang of the bastard."

"Yang." Seeing that I was not afraid, she seemed surprised.

"Yang? What's your name?"

"Forgot, I forgot a lot of things after I died."

"Take care of you."

"A lot of advice."

Fortunately, it is a ghost. I am not used to getting along with people, but this ghost does not appear often after that, but occasionally steals food from the refrigerator at night, and hides behind me when I find it. I laugh at her. Sometimes she When I got angry, I threw the food at me, and then disappeared angrily.

Finally one day, I couldn't help but ask her.

"How long have you been dead?"

"Ten years, we agreed to live together for a while and then we got married,"

She watched her previous video on the TV, which was taken by her boyfriend on the beach. In the video, she was sunny and charming, changing back to a smile every few seconds, and she and I watched it over and over again.

"But she never comes home." Hu gradually choked up, with the corners of his mouth twitching downward.

"We've been together for a long time, and we plan to live together for a while before we get married, but he's always on business trips, doesn't like to answer the phone, always says he's in a meeting, even so, I cook and wait for him every day, even if he doesn't come back, even if he doesn't I know he won't come back."

"Then one time, he didn't come back for a week. When he finally came back, I was very angry and threw the freshly prepared dishes at him. He didn't care about me every time before, but that time he did. , hysterical, terrible."

I thought, "So he killed you?"

"He told me to leave, he actually told me to leave, this is our home."

As she spoke, she began to cry, the kind of crying with her mouth wide open and her head raised, and there were no tears yet. I tried to comfort her, but it didn't work. I could only light a cigarette and watch her cry, and I tried to blow out smoke rings by the way. .I don't know why, watching her cry, I even find it a little funny, there is no malice, I just want to laugh.

After the cigarette was finished, she was still crying, so noisy, so she got up and went to the bedroom to get a cigarette.

The skyscrapers opposite were already bustling with people, and only a few street lights were on, and it was dawn.

Back in the living room, she had disappeared, and there were a few rays of sunlight scattered on the window sill. I walked over and closed the curtains. Well, I am also afraid of the sun.

Looking at the open refrigerator door, I knew she ate again.

I sat back where she had been sitting and couldn't feel any warmth.

It's like the night when I first met her, I thought, the light is always gentler than the sun, and one day, I will put on the moon and stars and take her back to the other shore.

(End of this chapter)