not a monster

Chapter 206 I Can't Have This Sister
a week ago.

The wind was whistling, the moon was like a silver thread, and a street mouse was gnawing on the stinky garbage. It raised its head vigilantly, and two people came over and ran away immediately.

The two men shrunk their necks in the cold, and they just came back from the Internet cafe, chatting and laughing, talking to each other about how the other had just pulled their hips.

In the alley of the gloomy village in the city, there were only two people talking.

Suddenly, as if from far away, came the voice of a woman speaking.

One of them turned his head to look sharply, always feeling that someone was looking at him just now.

It was gloomy here, and at night, the cold wind blew the clothes hanging on the balcony of the old residential building and the locust tree, and suddenly a mouse ran over.

"Hey, did you hear, it sounds like a woman is crying?"

"How can any woman cry, you stay up all night... I seem to have heard it too."

The two were suspicious, always felt that the cry was far and near, the moon was covered by clouds, and the only street light flickered on and off.

"I heard that someone died here..."

Looking back, he seemed to see a woman in a white dress appearing under the locust tree.

Just one look, and the sky was so frightened that the lid flew off.

"Then, what is that?"

"I'm stupid! Damn, run!"

The two fled in embarrassment.

Only the flickering street lamps and locust tree leaves that were blown by the breeze sounded like waves.

……

From childhood to adulthood, Liu Xiaoxiao has taken him to many places that are said to be haunted, and he can't count them.

Hospitals in the early morning, cemeteries, ancestral halls in the countryside, haunted houses where people hanged themselves, hearses where accidents happened, also went to Nanshan Temple and Zixiao Palace, climbed over the wall to enter the school at night, went to the riverside where people were said to have drowned, or Hearing about some spirit-calling rituals, like some unwatchable videotapes, find a pen fairy.

If it was in a horror movie, a girl like her who is not afraid of death will definitely lead to a lot of plots that kill all pairs of people.

But at night, the two teenagers and girls went to those places where no one was watching, and it wasn't a horror movie that was broadcast, but **** had watched it a few times.

The two little ones were only in the second grade, so they squatted in the grass nearby for ten minutes, carefully studying what the two were doing, puzzled, Feng Wuli went back and told Wang Xilou that it was the first time that Wang Xilou had attacked him.

There were also several times when it actually did.

Those things asked next to them, were they looking for something, Feng Wuli complained in a low voice, was looking for you, the wandering souls would be very surprised, and then followed these two little guys, and would stand aside when they met those who had broken mouths I can't stop thinking about it.

It's just that Liu Xiaoxiao can't see or hear, she can only say brother, hurry up, I think it's here!Feng Wuli complained that he was sleepy to death, and she would still grab his arm and act like a baby.

Feng Wuli thought that she liked these gossips, but later when she asked Bixian, Bixian, Bixian, is my grandma still there, did he know that this child has always remembered things from when he was four years old? in mind.

Just like this time, she heard some hearsay from somewhere, saying that this place is very evil recently.

But tonight, she suddenly said that she doesn't want ghosts in the world.

Liu Xiaoxiao tightened her feathers. The little girl was still fresh, but she was still the same as before. She threw the stick she picked up casually: "If there are no ghosts, where do you think we will go after we die?"

"how could I know."

The village in the city is full of migrant workers, and a few drunk workers walked towards them, talking loudly, and a window upstairs was closed due to the noise.

When several workers saw Liu Xiaoxiao, a beautiful girl with water and spirit, her voice was a little softer, and her eyes were not very polite. Although it was probably just a look, Liu Xiaoxiao still walked behind Feng Wuli silently: "Brother Hurry up, it's freezing to death."

Knowing that it was cold, it was too late to pull him out at night.

The few migrant workers didn't look directly at the two of them anymore. After they passed by, they talked loudly, bragging and farting, taking their quality as a fart.

Feng Wuli didn't worry about this situation, otherwise he wouldn't bother to care about this person.

"Remember to buy me milk tea."

"Please please please."

Liu Xiaoxiao pushed his shoulders from behind and walked: "Are you taller again?"

Feng groaned unreasonably: "Wear shoes that are 1.8 meters tall."

"Say more or less!"

"...Dirty girl." Feng Wuli was pushed away, thought for a while and asked, "Why don't you want ghosts in the world?"

Liu Xiaoxiao was silent, looking at the half-dead street lamp.

"I don't know if those things really happened now. When I was young, I kissed my grandma very much, but those memories were all four or five years old. It was too fragmented. I only remember the day my grandma left. She seemed to be with me. Speak."

Feng Wuli felt that something was pressing on her back, it should be the head of this beautiful sand sculpture girl, she thought very seriously, and said seriously: "I said, I don't want grandma to go, and then grandma told me that she is going to a very Far away, but she'll keep looking at me."

"Grandma will always be by my side and watch me. I always remember this sentence at that time, and I still remember it until now."

Feng Wuli couldn't see her face, and couldn't know what she was thinking right now. With his pockets in his hands, he leaned back and let the girl support most of his weight. He looked at the sign in the alley to confirm the direction. Coordinated with the concrete floor, loose black cables and slanted utility poles, looking up is a dark blue sky that is a little lighter than the cables, high and far away.

There were only two footsteps in the alley.

Liu Xiaoxiao just put her head against Feng Wuli's back, looked at the concrete floor, and walked silently, she actually didn't know what she was thinking.

A few years old girl faced the departure of her relatives for the first time. She felt sad, incomprehensible, at a loss, and only knew to cry.

She knew that as long as she cried, she could hear grandma's voice.

Later her grandma told her that she would always watch and smile.

Will you keep looking at yourself?But where is grandma?Where is she looking at Xiaoxiao?
At that time, Liu Xiaoxiao looked around, searched everywhere, but couldn't find her grandma who was hiding and watching her.

She just felt that grandma was playing hide-and-seek with her, watching her from a place she couldn't find.

Once, in the middle class of kindergarten, a child snatched her cookies.

Liu Xiaoxiao wanted to cry, wanted to push this man down, wanted to go upstairs and ask Feng Wuli to beat him up.

But she thought, grandma is watching her, she can't be a bad child.

"Let's eat it all for you!" Liu Xiaoxiao said at the time.

She thought, grandma should be very happy to see it.

Later, every time she wanted to do something bad, she would think of it.

Grandma kept looking at herself.

Along the way of the little girl's life and growth, in addition to an old street, there is a violent brother, a taciturn father, a mother who loves her, and a childhood sweetheart who is always confused but sometimes very reliable.

There is also a grandma who has been watching her from behind.

In the end, Liu Xiaoxiao couldn't remember her grandma's appearance, nor her voice, what kind of clothes she was wearing, and what kind of hair she combed.

She forgot all of this.

The little girl turned her head, as if she saw someone looking at her.

"Smile is also very good today."

She herself didn't know who she was talking to.

The two counted the house number and came to a house with a locust tree planted in front of it. The house here was very old, with large pieces of lime falling off the walls, various optical fibers and wires were in a mess, and the iron products that entered were basically rusted. spotted.

A wild cat walked by the side of the road, the north wind roared and rolled up the garbage on the side of the road, and the leaves of the pagoda trees rustled.

Feng Wuli took a look at the woman sitting under the locust tree over there, wearing a white skirt, with her hands behind her back, she was probably in her teens, the woman also looked at a man and a woman she had never seen before, she always felt The boy seemed to see him, but the other party quickly looked away.

Then she heard the little girl muttering, is it really haunted here, but look at the gloomy look, tsk tsk.

"Two boring little lovers."

She was alone under the tree in a daze, not knowing why she was here, nor why she was not cold in winter.

Looking at the two people over there, I don't know what they are discussing.

It seems to say that the neighborhood is haunted.

There is a pair of mother and daughter tenants who have rented here for more than ten years. The mother has worked hard to raise her daughter. The family education is very strict.

The daughter grew up slowly, and during the rebellious period, she was dissatisfied with the control of her parents and would always quarrel with her mother.

Sometimes the noise was so loud that the neighbors could hear it, and they often ran out after the door slammed.

It was the same once, calling you to leave me alone, and ran out the door angrily.

As a result, she didn't come back after going out that day. I heard that when she came back in the evening, the truck driver who was driven by fatigue rushed onto the sidewalk.

Rescue failed and passed away.

Recently, some people have been here often, and they can hear the female ghost crying.

The girl in the white skirt sat under the locust tree, stunned for a moment. She couldn't remember why she was here, but watching the two of them find a passerby from time to time, or ask a resident who went out to take out the trash, she always felt that it was worth it What she cares about.

Confused, she stood up.

"Hey, can't it be me? Am I that stupid?"

She went over to ask, but neither of them could see her, she was floating in the air, wandering among them.

Liu Xiaoxiao caught an old man and asked, what kind of haunting method is it, has anyone seen it?
"Oh, I don't know, don't ask me don't ask me."

"Master, just tell me!" Liu Xiaoxiao asked sweetly.

The old man glanced at the two young men and sighed: "Hey, what a pockmarked ghost! Jing'er is messing around, isn't it, it means that the mother's daughter is dead."

Liu Xiaoxiao cheered up: "Then that daughter turned into a ghost and came back crying every night!"

The uncle raised his hand angrily: "It's the mother of the dead daughter who was crying, and a passer-by heard it, and when they asked about the death, they would just say, "Haunted, haunted, go, go!" "

As soon as the uncle finished speaking, there was a soft cry from upstairs.

The three of them and a ghost raised their heads, and the voice came from the dimly lit window on the second floor, whining and whimpering.

Feng Wuli and Liu Xiaoxiao searched again and again, almost always ending like this.

How many times about haunted people are basically man-made.

Every time she proves that there are no ghosts in those haunted stories, she feels relieved.

After the uncle left, Feng Wuli and Liu Xiaoxiao looked at each other, standing in the cold winter night, staring blankly at the window on the second floor.

"Tell me, are there ghosts in this world?"

Feng Wuli looked at the woman who looked up at the window with them, and replied: "No."

Liu Xiaoxiao glanced at him unexpectedly: "Did I ask you just once?"

"You ask three thousand times a year."

"Have it?"

"That's right, your grandma hasn't been watching you all the time, even if she has, she probably doesn't want you to feel the pressure of being watched all the time."

"I feel so too."

Liu Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the window, listening to the soft crying, the crying was regarded as a ghost by others, but she already knew that it was a human being, who was always haunted by the dead.

"What kind of person does grandma want me to be?"

"I probably hope you're happy."

"I'm very happy."

The two stopped for a while, the crying stopped, a woman came down, she saw Feng Wuli and the two were surprised, but she didn't speak, she closed the door and left.

The ghost in the white skirt floated to her side and said a lot, but unfortunately the other party couldn't hear a word.

Feng Wuli asked Liu Xiaoxiao to wait for him here, and he went to the convenience store over there to buy a bottle of water.

……

The woman felt that she heard someone calling herself from behind, she turned her head to look, and saw that it was the boy who was looking at her door just now.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, are you the mother of classmate Zhang Qing?"

When mentioning the deceased daughter, the woman felt a twinge in her heart, and forced a smile: "Well, are you her classmate?"

The boy scratched his head, a little shy.

He started chatting with women, about the girl who, after a fight with her mother, ran out of the house and died in a car accident.

The boy came to express his condolences. The woman's eyes were red. When talking to the boy, she felt like her daughter appeared in front of her.

"By the way, auntie, Zhang Qing told me that she had such a fierce argument with you that day, and she always wanted to go back and apologize to you."

The woman burst into tears, covering her face and squatting on the side of the road.

The girl in the white skirt next to her stretched out her hand to stroke her mother's head with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I was very angry that day, and accidentally killed you."

"She said she was sorry, she was very angry that day, and accidentally killed you."

At least the last memory is not a quarrel.

……

When Feng Wuli went back, Liu Xiaoxiao stood under the flickering street lamp.

Taking back the straight stick again, I tiptoed to reach the street lamp. In the cold wind, the lamp kept flickering, and the alley was bright and dark for a while. She looked like a husky.

Seeing that Feng Wuli came back, he threw the stick away: "Let's go, please drink milk tea."

"Don't look for me next time."

"Ha, now I don't know if it's because I want to prove something, or I just want to know if there are such things as ghosts."

"If you want to study, you have to herd cattle."

"You don't know, when I think of grandma looking at me all the time, I don't dare to do any bad things. I don't dare to do anything bad. I haven't comforted myself until now."

"..."

Feng Wuli didn't know how to start a conversation.

"Go back and try tonight."

"..."

"Brother, do you want to recommend a few?"

Feng Wuli went to find the stick she had just thrown.

(End of this chapter)