ghost market

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spn I stood stiffly in place, staring at the picture inside the house stupidly.

This room is large, and an unknown light source on the ceiling is emitting soft white light.There are large equipment that I don't recognize everywhere in the room, which looks very suitable for a treatment room or a laboratory.

In the middle of the room was a large treatment table exuding metallic luster. Several phantoms, like the white shadow chasing me in the corridor, were busy around the treatment table.And Sister Yi, right among them, stood at the end of the bed as if she was directing something.

The movements of these people were fixed in place by the sound of my sudden intrusion, and their eyes were focused on me without exception.However, I, who was still standing stiffly at the door, saw the extremely terrifying scene on the treatment table through the gaps in the crowd!

On the large metal treatment table, there was a man lying on his back, or, it should be said, a male corpse. [

The corpse exuded a glaring bluish-white color, and many places on its body were connected with tubes of unknown function.The chest cavity of the corpse was opened, the dark red muscles were stretched on both sides by copper-colored metal brackets, the blue-gray sternum was turned over like a fence gate, and the fracture could still be seen Some blackened marrow.

The chest cavity is empty.

In some transparent jars around the treatment table, unknown "liquid" soaked some organs that might have been in the chest cavity.A man in white, who was standing there, was holding a liver-shaped organ. It was unknown whether it had just been taken out of the corpse or was about to be put back.

The corpse's head was supported by a copper-colored metal frame, and a hollowed-out metal hat was buckled on the short black hair, and several pipes were connected to the machinery next to it.His facial features looked quite handsome, but because of the thick and glaring bluish white on his face, this handsomeness was not only unpleasing to the eye, but rather strange.

As if I had been cast by Mo Ming, I walked towards the treatment table in a daze, even forgetting the great fear in my heart.

Standing next to the treatment table, I seriously looked at the corpse being dissected or repaired.Carefully identifying that pale face, a kind of fear that cannot be described in words, made my body start to tremble involuntarily.

I fell backwards uncontrollably, but I accidentally tripped over the cables on the ground, struggling and fell to the ground.

Looking up, in front of me is a huge mirror that doesn't know its function, an ordinary mirror that I have never seen since I woke up.

The wide mirror reflects all the scenes and all the people in this room.Just, not myself!

What could be scarier than seeing ghosts continuously for a period of time? !I think, that can only be...

One day you find out that you are a ghost!

Yes, the corpse lying on the treatment table is myself.

It turns out that all the ghost images and ghost voices are real, but those are made by humans.And I am the real ghost!

This subversion of common sense made my brain go blank, and I had no idea what to do next.

At this moment, the white shadow who was chasing me in the corridor ran in, yelling something loudly.

Suddenly, an inexplicable huge suction came, and I was pulled up from the ground by this whirlpool-like force, and quickly leaned towards the corpse!

Getting closer!

That blue and white face was constantly enlarged in my sight, and I even saw that strange heart with a wooden cross in that empty chest cavity!

Afterwards, the whole world fell into a quagmire of darkness... [

"Asheng, wake up!"

Accompanied by this somewhat anxious cry, I opened my eyes with difficulty.

Uncle Xing's dark and honest face immediately appeared in my sight.

"Having that dream again? Are you okay?"

I shook my head, reached out to wipe the sweat from my forehead, and replied casually, "I'm fine! Don't worry."

"It's fine, let's get up and practice, and we'll be fine when we're active. After dinner, we'll go to town and sell the fish we caught yesterday." Uncle Xing opened the door and walked out while talking.

I stretched out my hands and rubbed my aching temples, and quickly stabilized the uneasiness caused by this nightmare in my heart.Although every time I have this nightmare, I will have a short headache, but I still don't want to forget it.Because, this is the only thing left in my blank brain.

My name is Mu Qisheng, and I don't know who I am.

Two years ago, Uncle Xing carried me back from a coma by the sea under the cliff.After being awakened by him, I couldn't recall any information about myself, not even the most basic name.

My belongings are also pitiful, only a piece of ordinary casual clothes shredded into strips, a necklace, a short knife, and a metal business card case that can be seen everywhere.

During the initial period, I frantically studied these items, hoping to find some clues about my own life experience.

The clothes shredded into strips are very ordinary, without trademarks, and the styles can be seen everywhere. I checked it carefully many times, but there is no useful clue at all.

The necklace is a bronze plate tied at one corner by a dark red string. The plate is a square with rounded corners, with two fishes biting each other's tails engraved on the front.On the back is a protruding cross with many irregular circular depressions, as if left by the years.Apart from these patterns, there is not a word on this bronze plaque, and of course there is no information about myself.

The short knife is also very ordinary, the ebony sheath and handle are not engraved with any patterns or characters, but with a bright plating formed after being held for a long time.The blade of the indistinguishable material is bright and sharp, and its shape is slightly curved. The tip of the blade is not upturned like ordinary short knives, but slightly curved downward. It looks like an animal's claw at first glance, but the curvature is not so large.This somewhat unusual shape originally gave me great hope, but Uncle Xing, who has been a soldier for more than ten years, told me that many ethnic minorities have this kind of blade shape, and even some gang members in order to pursue the lethality of the attack , will also grind ordinary knives into this way. Although it is not common, it is really not a clue.

Disappointed again, I had to focus all my attention on the ordinary card case.This box is very thin, made of silver-white aluminum sheets that can be seen everywhere, without words or trademarks, and the sheets of paper inside have long been soaked into paste by sea water, leaving no information left.However, under my obsessive and crazy research, this small box still gave me a huge surprise!On the inside of the box cover, I found several very faint black marks.I tried my best to identify what these imprints were, and finally figured out the three characters "Beijing" and "Mu".

Although I don't know if this small box originally contained my business card, or whether "Beijing" is the place where I live, and even I can't be sure whether the word "Mu" is a surname or a first name.But with these clues, I always had more hope when I was at a loss, so I excitedly decided that once I recovered, I would go to Beijing to find my life experience.

However, the occurrence of one thing made me have to temporarily give up this decision.

That night, I had that weird dream for the first time!

Waking up from the dream, I ran to the bathroom nervously, carefully observed the scars on my body in the mirror, and tried to verify whether the dream was real.I do have a lot of scars on my body, and almost all of them were stitched and bandaged by Uncle Xing.Except for these scars scratched by the reef, I did not find the trace of being disembowelled in the dream.However, I found a cross on my chest!

This cross is not inlaid on my heart like in a dream.It's just one part of a tattoo.I have a large area of ​​tattoos on my upper body, with a ring on the left and right chest and shoulders, and three rings on the back in an inverted "pin" shape.Except for the cross pattern in the ring on the left chest, each ring depicts a different figure.All the rings are connected by some sword-leaf-like hollow patterns. In the hollow part of the pattern, there are densely written many runes that I don't know.The whole tattoo is like a short open chest vest, covering my chest, back, and left and right upper arms.

I didn't pay attention to these tattoos at first, but the scrutiny caused by looking for scars that night made me suddenly wake up and think about a question that I had to face: Who am I?

With a body that can prove his identity, he carried a short knife, a huge mysterious tattoo, knew martial arts, and was seriously injured and passed out under a cliff in the back mountain of a small fishing village in the South China Sea...[

How come these clues don't look like a normal person, do they?Am I a gang member?fugitive?Or... the killer?

This series of questions made me suppress the idea of ​​going to Beijing as soon as possible. I don't know what I will face when I step into that unknown city without any memory.

So, I took the word "Mu" I found as my surname, and took the name "Qisheng". In this secluded small fishing village in the South China Sea, I accompanied my savior, Uncle Xing, and peacefully became a fisherman.

This small village has a name that is so simple as to be weird-seven, just this one word.

I thought that this kind of digital name should be similar in the neighborhood, but in the past two years, I often followed Uncle Xing to the small town to sell fish, and the surrounding environment gradually became familiar, but I didn’t find any There are other villages named after numbers, as if this one had just popped up out of thin air.

The small village is very small, including me and Uncle Xing's family, there are only about [-] households in total, and the occupations are basically fishermen.Life here is dull and closed. Apart from fishing and selling fish, there are almost no other activities. People in the village hardly travel far, at most they go to small towns dozens of miles away.It is said that in the entire village, only two people have ever traveled far, and Uncle Xing is one of them.

His real name is Xing Zhong, and he served as a soldier in Xinjiang in his early years. Later, when he changed his defense during the Vietnam War, he ran to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.After several years of war ended, he was really tired of living and dying in the smoke of gunpowder, so he gave up his post in the army and returned to the small village, and he has never left since then.

Another person who has traveled far, everyone calls him Uncle One-Eyed, and he is a Feng Shui master.In the early years, I set up a fortune-telling booth in the small town. Later, I said that some outsiders paid a lot of money to see some Feng Shui, so I left the village and went outside.Not long after, the one-eyed uncle, who was blind in one eye, returned to the small village without mentioning where he went or what happened.Since then, he lived quietly in the small village, and rarely even went to the small town.

Although Uncle One-Eyed looked a bit hideous because of the missing eye, all the villagers including Uncle Xing respected him very much.According to Uncle Xing, this one-eyed uncle is actually not a "Mr. Feng Shui", but a "Wizard".When he encountered strange things in Xinjiang in the early years, he escaped by relying on the amulet given to him by the one-eyed uncle before going to the army.Later, on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, he tried his best to rescue those comrades who were poisoned by the Yue devil's poison by relying on the method he heard from Uncle Cyclops, and thus saved many lives from Lord Yan.

Uncle Cyclops has an extraordinary status in the village. Even the only general activity in this small village—sacrificing Nuwa Empress—is not presided over by the village chief, but he is invited to lead it.

Since I had that weird dream for the first time, I had to have it again every few days, and I often had a splitting headache after waking up. Uncle Xing took me to see Uncle Cyclops and asked him to help treat it.After the one-eyed uncle looked at me, he only said that my soul was injured, and I was a little confused about yin and yang, so he mixed some herbs to soothe the nerves for me, and then hurriedly settled down.But before we left, he asked me to look at my short knife carefully for a long time, and when he handed it back to me, he told me that this knife should be carried with me as much as possible, it can destroy evil, and it is also good for my headaches. Many benefits.

I don't really believe in such mysterious things.But under the supervision of Uncle Xing, I still pinched my nose and drank all the herbs. Since then, I have carried a short knife with me, and I even have to put it next to my pillow when I sleep.

In the following days, although this nightmare still reappeared, the intervals between it became longer and longer, and every time after waking up, the pain in the head no longer seemed to be cracked for a long time, only a little tingling for a while and then disappeared. disappear.

I don't know the reason for this, but I can't help but respect this one-eyed uncle in my heart.I hope he can help me get rid of this nightmare, but I am a little contradictory and dare not ask for help. After all, this weird dream is the only thing left in my mind after waking up.

Uncle Xing was dumbfounded by my confusion. He just said that I remember all kinds of common sense in life clearly, and I don’t even forget my kung fu. The memory of this life experience will surely recover sooner or later.This dream is weird and weird, and it won't really happen once I hear it. Even if it is eliminated, it won't have any effect on my memory.

His words made sense after careful thought, so I gave up the hesitation in my heart and visited Uncle Cyclops again, asking him to help me eliminate the nightmare.

Unexpectedly, the one-eyed uncle said that this nightmare was related to my soul, and it was generated by myself, not "invasion of external evils", so it cannot be eliminated, and I can only digest it slowly by myself.

That being the case, I had no choice but to accept it.Fortunately, the frequency of this nightmare is getting lower and lower, and each time the headache is very mild, so I no longer pay attention to it, just treat it as an ordinary nightmare.

Things are normal.It is impossible for me to think that my naive thoughts would almost lead me into a catastrophe...