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My name is Bai Siwei. I was born in a small county in X province. My parents have been workers all their lives. I don't want to live a dull life in this small place anymore, so I studied hard and was admitted to a famous university in the provincial capital. After graduation, I worked in the marketing department of a financial company.
Five years ago, a few days before the National Day, I received an invitation to get together with my college classmates. Several students with excellent political and business skills are also on the invitation list, which makes me a little excited.
As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and your contacts when you go out. Working in the provincial capital, how can it be irrelevant? I'm so cruel. I spent one-third of my savings on gifts for my teachers and small gifts for other students. It's not rude to have a gift.
The weather in early autumn is not too cold. On June 65438+1 October1day, I put on an expensive white dress, which was the only luxury I used to decorate the facade. At the class reunion, I kept a reserved smile, proper manners and polite words, which quickly attracted the attention of those important people.
Until the meeting ended at 3 am, my half-life was almost gone, but a friend in the investment community expressed his intention to cooperate with our company. You know, after the negotiation, I can become the vice president of the rocket promotion department.
I happily took a taxi home and parked across the street from the apartment gate. The wind in the morning is subtle and cool, and the street lamps have been blind for several times, flashing one by one.
I ran across the street with my arms in my arms. Just then, I heard the whimper of the car and saw the dazzling high beam.
I lost consciousness the moment I hit the car.
When I woke up, I only saw the dark sky with a bright crescent moon hanging inside, like a toothpaste advertisement on TV.
I tried to sit up, but suddenly I jumped up. I quickly bowed my head and found my body lying on the ground, sleeping in a pool of blood, my eyes slightly open and my eyes like ink.
My only luxury is broken, a long cut comes to the thigh root, and a scarlet wild rose blooms at the waist and abdomen of my skirt.
I know I'm dead, but my career has just begun. Yesterday, the leader quietly revealed that he would be promoted after the next order. Haven't found a boyfriend yet. A warm man from the company upstairs seems to be interested in me. I want to know more about him. By the way, he invited me to have dinner after the holiday. ...
What about now? I looked down at my body and there was nothing left.
Half an hour later, the doorman in the apartment found me when he came out to relieve himself. He dialed 120 and 1 10 before he could even fasten his seat belt.
The first time, I got on the ambulance, the first time, I was taken to the emergency room, and the first and last time, I was declared dead.
I have seen countless scenes of doctors pulling white cloth for me in TV dramas, but I never thought that one would belong to me. Sure enough, life is impermanent, and no one is more favored by fate than him.
When I came out of the emergency room, I saw a stranger. He was wrapped in white cloth, with only two black holes in his eyes, and the outline of his nose and mouth was faintly visible. He motioned me to go with him, and I followed him at once. I'm a ghost. What's there to be afraid of?
When we came to a white wall, a crack suddenly opened in the wall and the hazy white light leaked out. The hole gradually extended downward and finally formed a door.
The white man turned to me and said, "It's time to go."
I looked back at the world behind me. Nurses wear pink uniforms and push shiny equipment carts. The doctor in a white coat looks tired, but he walks strangely. The discharged patients are full of energy, while the admitted patients are sad and faltering. ...
I shook my head: "I'm not leaving. I am not reconciled. I don't even know who killed me. "
The white cloth man said, "If you don't go, it will dissipate one day, and now you can be reborn if you go."
I said, "After reincarnation, it will be someone else. Bai Siwei has only one life. If she dies, she will die. "
When the white cloth man walked into the gate, the light flashed and the wall was restored to its original appearance.
-02-
Ghosts in movies are all lies. I have no ability to scare the living with things from a distance. I can't even talk to the living. My only skill is pervasive.
I went back to the place where the accident happened and began to look around. I remember very clearly that the car that hit me was purple. I hope the killer hasn't had time to get rid of the car.
I got into the underground parking lot and private parking garage of every building, even abandoned grocery stores and factories.
On the fourth night 12, I finally found the Bordeaux car at the back door of a community. I recognized the car at a glance, which may be regarded as a ghost skill, a sad skill.
I followed the car all the way, vaguely feeling that the murderer was going to destroy the evidence.
The accident vehicle drove straight out of the city and ran to a barren hill in the suburbs until it stopped at a lake behind the mountain.
The crescent moon is like a hook, reflected on the cold lake, and every ripple is chilly.
The driver got off the bus. That is a tall and thin man with a pair of wooden glasses. He bent slightly, pulled up his hat to cover his head, then went around the back of the car and began to push hard.
I was so anxious that I was floating in the air. I tried to hold his waist, but it went straight through his body. I tried to spin fast in an attempt to cause an evil wind and warn him to stop committing crimes.
But all this is in vain. Seeing the front of the car submerged in the lake, I curled up on the roof, imagining myself stretching my limbs and embracing the evidence of the crime. ...
Looking at the sunken roof on the lake, the man was relieved. He stood for a moment, then turned and walked towards the mountain.
Walking to the side of the road, the man took out a bottle of Erguotou and drank a few mouthfuls, and his face turned red. Then he took out his mobile phone and called an express train.
I followed the man back to his house. His wife slept soundly and didn't know her husband was out. What a happy and poor woman, she shouldn't know that her husband is a hit-and-run criminal.
The man sat on the sofa in the living room and lit a cigarette, and Mars wobbled. He stayed up all night, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray have overflowed.
At six o'clock in the morning, he returned to the bedroom and lay beside his sleeping wife, his eyes open.
-03-
The man's name is Zhao Yang and his wife's name is Lin Wan. What I have to do now is to monitor Zhao Yang's every move and wait for the police to solve the case.
For seven days in a row, Zhao Yang lost sleep all night. On the eighth night, he went out for an hour, secretly took a valium before going to bed, and barely fell asleep.
I hate my teeth so much that I fantasize about reaching out my hands and pinching his throat. Just when I met him, something magical happened.
I entered his dream! A purple car is driving on an empty road. I approached the car and found him sitting on the co-pilot, and it was Lin Wan who slept soundly every night!
I pulled down the window and widened my eyes. Zhao Yang a suit of alcohol, is a little doze off, and Lin wan's head like a chicken pecking rice, eyes almost narrowed into a crack.
Turning a corner, I saw myself, wearing an expensive white dress and smiling.
"bang!"
My body flew more than ten meters away and fell to the ground like a doll. The smile on my face was bleeding and it was not completely dispersed. ...
Zhao Yang and Lin Wan woke up with a start, and then a sudden stop, like a sharp knife cut cotton cloth.
The night is quiet again, and the flashing street lamps seem to whisper.
The two people in the car haven't recovered from the shock, only heavy gasps.
I don't know how long it took, but Lin Wan began to sob and her shoulders kept shaking. Zhao Yang took a deep breath and dug the doorknob twice, but failed to open the door. He swallowed and sweat rolled down his forehead.
Zhao Yang got off and moved to a place one meter away from me. He crouched down, stretched out his index finger trembling, and explored my gasp. Then he hugged his head and kept rubbing his hair.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Yang got up and got back in the car. Lin wan is still sobbing and trembling, and her face is as white as a sheet. Zhao Yang patted her on the shoulder, but she didn't respond. Zhao only carried her to the co-pilot and sat in the driver's seat, and the roar of the engine rang again.
Am I just abandoned? I lay next to my own body with only one thought: I'm going to stand up and stop that car from running away!
Suddenly, my body sat up and stared at Zhao Yang.
The roar sounded and the dream collapsed.
In the dark, Zhao Yang's eyes flickered, and the light squeezed through the curtain made the sweat on his forehead shine.
Lin Wan snorted, turned over and snored gently.
I finally found a skill that I can use. I can dream and change my dreams. I looked at Lin Wan greedily. The woman slept soundly and didn't even dream.
Later, I found out that Lin Wan had selective amnesia because of shock. Every morning, she dresses up beautifully and spends her working hours happily. After work, she sometimes goes shopping with colleagues. In a good mood, she cooks for Zhao Yang. On weekends, she either goes to the movies or has afternoon tea.
Zhao Yang is in a trance all day, getting thinner every day. So what? Protecting a criminal can't be forgiven, he just deserves it! I was doubly angry with him and made mischief in his dreams. At first, he was often awakened by fright. Later, he increased the dose of diazepam and gradually stopped dreaming.
I couldn't torture Zhao Yang, so I turned my attention to the progress of the case. But after a month, no police came to my house. I began to wonder, is this case difficult to solve? I drifted to the police station, stayed there for a few days, and pieced together the case from the fragmentary conversation of the police.
The monitoring probe of the incident road section has been damaged. A heavy rain destroyed the scene in the early morning, and no witnesses were found. ...
Maybe I am the legendary "ghost".
-04-
Five years passed quickly, and I waited for the day to solve the case like a boudoir dissatisfied housewife.
However, the case has made no progress, and it seems that even God is helping them.
Lin Wan is still the carefree young woman, living a full life under the protection of Zhao Yang. After psychological adjustment, Zhao Yang gradually recovered and basically returned to normal life.
What about me? I can only watch their life get better and better.
I often feel very tired recently. I know this is nonsense, so I have guessed that this is a sign that it is time.
Near the National Day holiday, almost everyone is preparing for the trip, and Zhao Yang and Lin Wan are no exception.
Under the warm floor lamp, they snuggled up to each other, booked hotels and bought air tickets with their mobile phones. Lin Wan's online shopping tent just arrived today, and the two plan to camp in the Grand Canyon one day and feel the charm of nature.
When they discussed, they gave a cheerful laugh.
That voice, like a javelin, plunged into my spirit one by one.
If I leave like this and make them happy, then I am a big fool!
I decided to launch the final blow, waiting for an opportunity to manipulate their dreams, arouse their inner guilt and force them to surrender.
1 In the early morning of June, they set off. They were in a good mood and talked and laughed all the way.
There was a big traffic jam when going to Tongluoshan Tunnel. The tunnel was blocked for more than a kilometer, and their car was stuck in the middle of the tunnel. I heard that there was an accident on the road ahead, and it won't be cleared for a while. Most car owners decided to turn off the fire and sleep.
My chance has finally come.
For the first time in five years, Zhao Yang and Lin Wan had dreams at the same time. I used almost all my strength to knead my dream into a ball, and then stopped knitting again.
In my dream, I put Lin Wan into my chestnut car and created a scene where they were chased by a ghost car.
Zhao Yang was the first to recognize this fierce car. He knew that karma was coming, but he chose to protect Lin Wan first.
I was even more angry, so I showed up directly to remind Lin Wan that she was my murderer.
Lin wan was shocked. I'm not sure if she can regain her memory, so I went back to her car and pretended to hit them, hoping to remind her of her guilt.
However, when I saw Zhao Yang desperately picked her up and ran for her life, my heart softened. Once upon a time, I also fantasized about such a man. He doesn't need to be handsome, but he has a warm heart. Whether I fall into the bottom or climb to the top, he will stay with me.
I remembered the warm man upstairs who didn't have a chance to go to the appointment. What will he say to me? Will you repent? Will he be like Zhao Yang, desperate for his lover?
Unconsciously, I slowed down and opened the exit for them, where the sun rose and everything flourished like a new life.
A white light suddenly dispersed, the dream dissipated, and so did I.
When I returned to the real world, I froze.
Zhao Yang and Lin Wan's car crashed into the tunnel wall, the front of the car was severely deformed, and the window glass was shattered all over the floor. Both of them collapsed and closed their eyes.
In a short time, police cars and ambulances arrived one after another, and the doctor quickly gave a conclusion: all died.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning entered the tunnel, and the yellow warning line was particularly dazzling. The traffic left the tunnel one after another, and I couldn't get out anymore.
My spirit began to collapse, piece by piece, like catkins, floating in the sun.
I became a murderer.
(End)
Followed by the ghost car in the tunnel
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