piecing together the soul

Chapter 1
After picking up the courier from the west gate of the school, I complained in my heart as I walked.The brain-dead school does not allow couriers to come in, so the courier brother can only fight with the urban management outside, and even we have to waste a lot of time to go out to pick up the courier.As a person who is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, the first semester of senior year is truly worth every inch of time.

Back in the dormitory, I threw the review materials for two professional courses I bought back on the chair with a "bang".The table on my upper bunk was right next to mine, and she was making cereal and drinking there, she seemed a little displeased at me, and asked me, "Are you going to pick up the courier?"

"Well," I said, "it's annoying. It's 12:30 and I haven't eaten yet."

"It took so long to pick up a courier?" The upper bunk said.

"Recently, the urban management has been very strict, and the couriers are not allowed to spread out on the ground, so we can only look for them one by one in the car." I opened the package of the courier and said, "I also met a lot of queue jumpers, it seems that they are only in a hurry and others are not in a hurry. Like."

The upper bunk laughed twice while drinking cereal. I took out two thick review materials and flipped through them, and a strange smell came out.

"Cough, cough, cough," the upper berth coughed a few times, "What are you, it smells so bad!"

I shook the book aside and said, "Who knows." After I finished speaking, I put the book down, went back to the bedroom and opened the table to watch the show and eat.

After a while, the sisters from the upper bunk of bunk A in the dormitory came back, and sat on my bed with their signature smiles: "What are you looking at? What are you eating?"

"Buy whatever you want." I said as I moved the direction of the computer to let her watch the drama together.

She sniffed and said, "Is your aunt here?"

"No." I replied subconsciously, and wolfed down the disgusting food in the cafeteria.

Seriously, eating these unrecognizable raw materials is purely to live.

"Maybe I smelled it wrong?" she said, "Why does it smell like blood?"

"You must have smelled it wrong. Could it be that the broken rice in the cafeteria smells like blood?"

She showed a disgusted and contemptuous expression: "Can you still eat what you said?"

I continued to eat: "What are you afraid of?"

After the lunch break, I went to the library for self-study with the newly bought review materials.The two materials are also a little different, one is completely white, and the other has red pages every fifty pages.This is not difficult to understand. The bright red background color cannot be copied, and it will be printed all black, which can be regarded as a means of preventing piracy.

It is really difficult to prevent piracy in China. There are two groups of people who produce pirated versions and those who use pirated versions. There is only one group of people who prevent piracy.Another one is that my Greater China is too vast, and it will be loose if I grab it here and there.It's like the street outside our school. Although the urban management has been watching closely recently and the small stalls don't come out very often, they still buy it when the urban management is on holiday during the holidays.After a few days, the city management will seize other places, and they will return to their original state.Anyway, both parties are just dawdling in order to make a living, and they didn't have any intention of killing the other.But I always feel that this is not a solution. After turning around and coming back, what is the point of turning around.Thousands of years ago, Dayu knew that the river should be dredged and not just filled up when he controlled the water. How come people still can't use it skillfully?

Suddenly someone passed by behind and scratched my bag hanging on the chair, and I woke up.Didn't I come to read a book? Where did I think of it?

I opened the book with red paper, this one is a little thinner.Needless to say, the taste of this book seems to be worse than that one.I opened a page of red paper, leaned closer and smelled it, and it was indeed the smell.I browsed the content on the red page again, and when I turned my eyes to look elsewhere, my eyes felt sore.Uncle, can't you make it green? Green is better for eyesight. Don't you know this kind of common sense that elementary school students know.

I don’t know if other people remember it or not, but I do. When I was young, around the third or fourth grade, green paper notebooks appeared on the market.At that time, it was said that it was better than white paper to protect eyesight, so parents rushed to buy it first.At that time, I thought that if the teacher left less homework, it might be more conducive to protecting eyesight.Although my myopia was caused by watching the whole set of Digimon Four Watches for two days and two nights in a row when I graduated from elementary school, there are still many students who are short-sighted because of incorrect posture for homework.My posture is not very correct, but my problem is not my eyesight, but my cervical spine and waist. I have grown older in the past two years, and I feel that my waist hurts after sitting for a long time.

Thinking of this, I really felt that my waist hurt a little.So I took the cup to get some water, stood up and moved around, and happened to go to the toilet by the way.Boys may not know much about the women's restroom. In fact, the women's restroom is quite scary. It is basically covered with blood all year round. Occasionally, when there are many people on menstruation, there may be this disgusting smell of blood.There are dryers in the library bathrooms, but I saw online once that drying hands in that dryer was equivalent to washing hands for nothing, and I haven't used them since.After washing my hands, I wiped them dry with a piece of paper, returned to my seat with the cup in my hand, and looked around, all of them were bullies.

I finally put my head down and started reading.After turning a page, I immediately started to feel sleepy.While half asleep, I heard a male voice say, "Hey, don't you think there is something wrong with your information?"

"What's the problem? It's been a long time since I selected the materials. There are more than 300 of these two broken books."

"Don't you think the taste is a bit wrong?"

"Aren't the new books a bit choking?"

"Don't you have any curiosity?" The man seemed a little helpless to me, "There is a person across the table from you, who also uses this set of information, go over and compare it with yours."

"What's the comparison?" I said, "Isn't it over if you can review?"

The man seemed angry, and shouted, "Go and see! That's blood! It's blood!"

Hearing this, I woke up suddenly.It's a dream.I shook my head, it was too embarrassing, I agreed to go to self-study and fell asleep, and I didn't even take off my glasses, and there were marks on the lenses.So I took off my glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.I raised my head, there was no one in front of me, and there was someone sitting across a table. It was a girl from the class next to mine. She also wanted to take the exam for the school I was going to, but the direction of the exam was different for the two of us.

... "There is a person across the table from you who uses the same set of materials. Go over and compare with yours."

This sentence popped out suddenly, and I was shocked again.In fact, I am quite a boring person, but for some reason, I still seem to be interested in this matter.So I went over, greeted her, and whispered softly: "I also bought this material."

She was looking at the thick one, so I picked up the thin one and flipped through it.I don't know if my face changed at that time, but my heart did sink, sir, why are the pages of her book all white.

... "That's blood! It's blood!"

I subconsciously bit my lip, which has always been chapped due to the dryness of autumn, and the bite bleeds again.It hurts a bit... I subconsciously licked it again, damn it, this smells like blood, can't it really be blood?
I continued biting my lip while looking at the bright red pages on my desk, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with the book.I remember that I had turned over the red page before I fell asleep, why is that red page on it again now?

your sister!I roared in my heart, what is this? Could it be the legendary Tuomeng just now?
The classmate may think that my expression is wrong, so he tugged at the corner of my clothes: "What's the matter with you?"

I gathered myself together and said, "It's okay, I didn't wake up, I'm a little dizzy." I put the book down, and said, "You read it carefully, I'm going back too."

I returned to my seat and looked at the bright red pages of the book. I had indeed read all the words on it, and I had indeed turned over the pages before falling asleep.I'm an atheist, and someone must have flipped through my book.Well, yes, it must be.

I planned to turn over the red page again, and when my fingers touched the paper, I felt that the paper was extremely soft and warm.I am an atheist, this must be an illusion, scare yourself.

But when I turned to the white part again, I felt that the paper was still cold. I had to compare it and found that the fucking temperature was really different.I'm going to go, what's the situation...

It was past ten o'clock when I returned to the dormitory after reviewing. Although I was always worried after finding out that my materials were wrong, I still endured the reading.After all, the process of publishing books is very complicated now, maybe it is normal that our materials are different in form.After surfing the Internet for an hour, I started to feel dizzy. Because I went to pick up a courier at noon, I didn’t sleep well, so I was very sleepy at this time.

So I washed up and planned to go to bed early.I have a habit of sleeping, that is, I have to listen to something before going to bed, such as songs, TV dramas, audio books, storytelling and cross talk, anyway, there must be something moving.After plugging in the earphones, I set the automatic shutdown time of the mp5 and went to sleep at ease.

"Why are you so generous? I told you that it was blood, why didn't you respond?"

It was that voice again, but I was too tired, so I replied casually: "What blood, you're just trying to scare people, I'm not afraid of it."

"I'm not scaring you. Someone was killed. His blood was splashed on your book. That's why a few pages were dyed completely red."

"Pull it down, if it is really splattered with blood, can it still be sold? Wouldn't there be no proof if it was burned directly?"

"He wanted to burn it, but he ran away after disposing of the body and didn't have time to dispose of the book."

"Nobody saw it?"

"He ran away because he was afraid of being seen, but he stopped running when he saw him."

"Has no one read this book?"

"No one saw how it was sold? It was the person in charge of the book who later found out that the book was wrong, but was afraid that he would be responsible, so he dyed the pages of the book red, and then quickly sent it to you."

"Then who are you?"

"You still care who I am? Don't you want to go and see?"

"I think that's why. Who are you? You can't be the one who was killed, right?"

"I'm not. I'm much worse than the one who was killed. The one who was killed has already been reincarnated."

"Wait a minute... how do you know that he has reincarnated?"

"I was talking to him, and it's like this, we're both ghosts."

"Are you a ghost?"

With a thrill in my heart, I woke up again, was it a dream again?Why did I dream of the same voice twice, but I haven't seen his face yet... He said he was a ghost, why is this ghost so poor.He also said that he was much worse than the dead man.Did someone really die?Blood still splashed on my book?Having said that, my book is indeed quite weird, and there is no recent news about someone dying somewhere. If this is true...the murderer can't be allowed to go unpunished, right?
No, no, how can it be true.Dreams are subconscious activities of people, and those just now must be the result of my own thoughts after I became suspicious during the day.I glanced at my watch, it was only 40:[-], go to bed quickly, I still get up early tomorrow.

"You still don't believe me, do you?"

"Who are you? Oh, it's the one who said he was a ghost just now. I know it all. This is a dream. You were created by me."

"Dream you, I was born more than 100 years earlier than you, whoever created it is not sure!"

"Yeah, I'm just dreaming."

"Are you a girl? Why are you so poor?"

"Are you poor or am I poor? Oh yes, you are also a character I created, so you must be poor too."

"The little girls are all gentle and quiet, and they are timid. They are afraid when they hear that I am a ghost."

"I used to be quiet when I was a child. But you were created in my dream. If you are timid, you dare not dream of ghosts."

"I told you I wasn't created by you!"

"Hey, are you still in a hurry? I'm still in a hurry. Don't you know that you are tired from sleeping and dreaming? Do you know that if you don't rest well in your dreams, your review efficiency will be low tomorrow? Do you think anyone is willing to create you?"

"All right, all right, I won't argue with you, and I won't disturb your sleep. If you're really brave and don't believe in evil, come to XX Book Club tomorrow night, and I'll show you what I'm like."

"Cheng Chengcheng, you go, I'll sleep well."

(End of this chapter)