piecing together the soul

Chapter 3
What the hell!When I heard this voice, my hairs stood on end. No matter how courageous I am, a living person is much scarier than a ghost!The sound is getting closer and closer!No, no, I hurriedly forced myself to turn around, and walked lightly back to the box where I was hiding just now.

Almost as soon as I covered the box I was hiding in, I heard the door of the storage room open!I looked out through the hole I made earlier, and the guy didn't turn on the light, he was holding a flashlight, because all I could see was a beam of light coming in.The man walked inside, getting closer and closer to me, and I could feel his flashlight pointing at the box I was hiding in, dazzled my eyes.I quickly closed my eyes and rested.

"Huh?" The man suddenly made a voice, it was a man.

I opened my eyes a little, and another beam of light swayed over, making me instinctively cover my eyes with my hands. Shit!I didn't realize it until I touched the glasses with my hands. He must have noticed the reflection of my lenses!I hurriedly and gently took off my glasses, away from the hole I made.

After taking off the glasses, it was a bit blurry, but I clearly felt him swaying towards me again, and then heard his footsteps, although they were much lighter, I could still hear them getting closer and closer. closer!
I could hear my heart beating, I couldn't breathe anymore, and I felt extremely suffocated.what to do!I squint my eyes, and the only thing I can think of right now is to wait with bated breath and play dead.

His flashlight shone around me several times, and even light leaked in from every hole in my box.I didn't think the box was so broken when I hid it!Then, I heard him pick up something, and then said "Oh", and said in unproficient Mandarin: "It turned out to be this."

He finally walked a little farther away, I put on my glasses again, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked out.I saw that he put the thing in his hand on the ground, and by the light of his flashlight, it could only be seen that it was a reflective thing.He must have thought that was the one that reflected the light just now, right?so far so good……

Just as I was in shock, I continued to look at him quietly, what was he doing?Due to the poor light, he couldn't see clearly, so he put the phone on the ground on one side, and the light was facing the side wall. He moved a few boxes against the wall to reveal an open space.Then, he took out a short shovel-like thing from nowhere, and started digging on the ground.

I remember that although there are no tiles on the ground, it is a concrete floor. Why did he dig it?Can you dig it?After watching him dig a few times, I found that it was possible to dig, because he dug out the soil and piled it next to it, blocking part of the light.

What is this digging for?He dug for a few more minutes, and the mound was getting bigger and bigger. He turned around and adjusted the angle of his phone. During the process, I saw that he was bald, but he was not very tall, around 170. He couldn't see his face clearly. Complete features.

After adjusting the light, he started digging again, digging deeper and deeper. After tossing for a long time, I quietly checked my phone while he was not paying attention, and there were 5 minutes to eleven o'clock.

What is he doing?Do those brothers and sisters who sneaked in him in the middle of the night know?If he doesn't go, what should I do?Do you want to call the police?No, no, I'm not from this bookstore, the police came to take him away, I can't tell if it's not...

"You don't want to know what he's doing?"

"Ha——" I was startled by this sudden question, and the man outside also paused, as if he was listening to something.I quickly held my breath and stared at him closely.

This confrontation lasted about 1 minute, and the man was sure that he had heard wrong, so he continued to dig.

"Hey, don't be afraid, and don't make any noise." The voice just now sounded again, but not as suddenly as before, so I didn't move any more and didn't make any noise.

"You're quite trustworthy, and you came when you said it." When I reached this sentence, I finally recognized it. This is the voice I dreamed of yesterday!

Am I falling asleep and dreaming again?So I pinched myself, because I hadn't moved, my legs were already numb, but it wasn't the kind of numbness that I didn't feel, but the kind that doubled the pain. I endured the pain and felt the truth.

"That man is not a good man. Have you seen his bald head? Not long after he was released from the inside."

In such a dark environment, there was a middle-aged man who had just been released outside. I suddenly felt that the man’s voice next to my ears was very nice. Suddenly, I felt that this voice was really kind.

Also, at least we've talked a few times.But now this state where I can only listen but not speak really makes me very angry.Then the male voice said again: "Don't be afraid, I will scare him and try to scare him away."

I don't know what the voice is going to do, I just continue to hold my breath and look outside.

Suddenly the light went out!I was also terrified, and then the man outside said: "Who!"

I couldn't hear anything else, so I heard the middle-aged man say again: "Who are you? You are a man or a ghost! Was it you just now!"

"You come out! You come out!"

"There are no ghosts in this world! Come out! Beat you to death! Beat you into a ghost!"

Although the middle-aged man kept saying this, it was obvious that he was very guilty and scared. He was silent for a while, only to hear him throw down the shovel and run out directly!

Before I realized what happened, I heard the male voice say again: "Come out, he's gone."

I couldn't believe it, and I didn't dare to speak or move.In fact, I haven't dared to move for a long time.

"Really, come out and talk, he's really gone."

I still felt that something was wrong, so I stood still for another 5 minutes without saying a word, and there was really no sound outside, so I said a few words: "Are you the one who talked in my dream?"

"That's right, that's me. You have a really good memory, and you are trustworthy, good man."

"Who the hell are you?"

"You go out to move around first," said the male voice, "Sitting in the box and not daring to move, your hands and feet must be stiff."

What he said was right, I really wanted to come out for some activities, and I still came out when I was relieved.As soon as I opened the lid of the box, the flashlight of the mobile phone outside suddenly flicked on again, which really scared me. I squatted back into the box subconsciously and covered my eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

I finally got angry and couldn't help shouting: "Who the hell are you? You can't be scared if you scare people so much! You really think I'm Shirley Yang!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"You haven't said who you are yet!" My eyes gradually adapted to the light, and I saw clearly that there was no one in the surrounding area, so I came out lightly. The hole and the mound dug by the middle-aged man were still there. The shovel was also thrown on the ground by him, I went up to pick up the phone and looked, oh, local tyrant gold!
"What's wrong with the world," I couldn't help sighing, "This local tyrant King Kong has been out for two and a half days, and he just came out, so he actually used it."

The male voice suddenly disappeared, and I felt that the surroundings were a bit empty again, so I couldn't help but say: "Then, who, who is it? Talk, just like a chatterbox."

"I told you not to be afraid." The male voice suddenly sounded again, which startled me again.

I caressed my heart and said, "If you don't get surprised, I won't be afraid."

"I'm not a human, I'm a ghost."

I laughed out loud: "Fuck you, this is the material world, how can there be ghosts?"

"What does this have to do with the physical world?" he asked rhetorically.

"If you float out, I'll have a look. I'll believe you when I see you."

He seemed a little helpless: "The ghost in my current situation is invisible..."

"I don't believe it when I can't see it." I interrupted him.

"You woman...then what kind of mobile phone, signal, etc., can you see it? Don't you have one?"

I was choked, and after a pause, I said, "It's beyond the visible range, how can I see it?"

"That's right, ghosts are beyond the visual range, and you don't have yin and yang eyes, how could you see me?"

I was too lazy to bother him, and said, "Come out quickly, I don't believe you are a ghost."

"I also have a way to convince you, but maybe you have to suffer a little bit."

I didn't bother to talk nonsense, so I asked directly: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"You pick up that shovel and dig down, a little bit south, down."

"What can I dig?" I hesitated a little, but I still picked up the shovel.

"You'll know when you dig."

"Okay, which side is south?"

He seemed a little happier, and said, "The direction of the box you were hiding from just now."

So I started digging down. Fortunately, it was not winter, otherwise I would not be able to dig if the ground was frozen and exhausted.

I looked at the time, and there was still 15 minutes until twelve o'clock. I was really tired, so I took a rest with the shovel: "Are you planning to exhaust me to death? Is this a human job?"

"Just now that uncle didn't complain of being tired after digging for nearly two hours, and you've only been digging for less than half an hour."

"Nonsense!" I was really angry, "He is a middle-aged man who has experienced wind, frost, snow, rain and labor reform, but I am a young girl who was spoiled and raised since childhood!"

People are not so strong when they get angry, so I immediately waved a small shovel and started digging.

The male voice paused before saying: "Shouldn't those who are spoiled and spoiled be the kind of gentle and virtuous ladies?"

Doesn't this mean that I follow the two words and have nothing to do with each other?I poked the shovel down hard: "You have the courage to say it again!"

"Hey!" He suddenly yelled, "Be gentle! You just poked my head!"

"Ah?" I didn't realize it, I was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I didn't move, why did I poke your head?"

"You pull out the shovel first," he said, "then squat down and gently scrape the soil."

As I did what he said, I asked him, "What do you mean?"

"You dig, you'll know when you dig it out."

So I used the shovel to dig up the soil again, and took the local tyrant's golden flashlight in my left hand to shine on it.As soon as the light came over, I saw that there was indeed something in the soil, which was very conspicuous, because the soil was brown, and that thing was white.

I think it is not easy to dig with a shovel, so I can only dig by hand.

"Are your hands clean?" he said suddenly.

"It's much cleaner than the dirt." As I said, I pulled the dirt away, and the white thing underneath seemed to be a round thing. Thinking of this, my scalp tingled, and I understood what he meant.

"If your hands are not clean, wash them before touching them..."

I ignored him. In order to verify the conjecture, I hurriedly dug out the contents, as expected.I shook the soil above, came out of the pit, put the excavated thing on the concrete floor, and said, "Your head?"

"That's right." He breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at his skull and said, "You should look pretty good."

"How do you say that?"

"He has a nice face shape and a straight nose."

Maybe my reaction was too calm, he was a little surprised: "I thought you would be scared when you dug up a skull, why are you so calm?"

"My mother is a doctor, and my family has a fake skeleton, which stands in my study."

"Oh," he seemed to understand, and said again, "turn around."

"What are you doing?" I turned around in response, only to see a face that was almost close to mine, scaring me to sit on the ground all of a sudden, and let out an "oops".

The face was a little farther away, and I saw that it was a phantom-like head floating in the air, with the short hair of a man in a period drama, and his appearance was really delicate. He looked only in his 20s, and there were Maybe because he is a ghost, he doesn't look old.

"Finally scared you again." He smiled, a mischievous smile, or an underwhelming smile.

I reached out to touch him, but he didn't hide, and sure enough, my hand passed through his face.Can't touch it.

"Are you a ghost?"

"You finally believed it."

I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. Although I acted calmly, it was because I was too nervous and tired tonight.I sat on the ground and rested for a while, and asked him: "Then why do you want me? I have heard some legends that you, a lonely ghost, can't be reincarnated, and you have to take a double before you can leave. You want to use me as a double ?”

"Would you be afraid if I said yes?"

Watching his lips open and close, it is very real. If I hadn't tried it just now, I would still not believe that he is a ghost.I said, "I'm afraid it's too late. I'm not a god-man, and I can't beat ghosts. I'll be unlucky if I meet a ghost and kill me. At most, it's going to be on the headlines tomorrow, but unfortunately I can't see it." Arrived."

(End of this chapter)