Successfully received the order, killed
Chen Dong felt as if he had slept for a long time, and his rotten soul had weathered to the point where it would fall apart at the slightest touch. But even so, why didn't a strong wind come to take him away in one or two more nights?
The night squeezed in through the narrow window, and his bones cracked one by one.
No, it's growth.
The accumulated years have become fossils, extending in every silent night. His stiff body grows growth rings, locking the soul inside more and more day by day. At the same time, the solid shell gradually increases to fill the entire room, with the texture of old tree bark, and moonlight dripping on the cracked skin.
Someone tiptoed down the corridor to the door. He must still be young and able to explore the world, unlike me who has to endure life in shackles day after day.
Come and accompany me, come and accompany me, come and accompany me, anyone can, come and accompany me.
The Silver Year has arrived as promised.
The statue of the god sitting high up in the empty space at the top of the shrine was now held in her arms, like a heavy baby, right against her chest, and the coldness penetrated her heart from the white ceramic surface.
To dismantle the existence of the wronged spirit, one must first destroy the root of its resentment. If Old Chen were a greedy fish, she would be the fisherman, firmly and accurately plunging the glittering golden hook into its eager throat, dropping the bait for him to swallow along with his blood.
The statue in his arms serves as both bait and hook.
"I brought your God."
Damn it, what's the use of it? It's blind. If it is merciful, why doesn't it respond to my devout prayers day and night? If it knows the future, why is it reluctant to tell me that I have no afterlife at all? Or has it abandoned us, just like time and hope left this damn place long ago, and I began to wake up from day to night.
Chen Dong threw the entangled branches and part of his torso away from his body with resentment in his heart.
Bring her here. Only if she, like me, lies in bed forever, living her life face to face with those lunatics, unable to express herself, will there be an outlet for explanation of the misfortune and an object for transfer of hatred.
There is only one way, Chen Dong thought.
Without the slightest hesitation, she threw the exquisite and upright statue to the ground before the whip-like branch came towards her. The porcelain instantly fell apart, and pieces of various sizes fell face down on the ground.
"Your Bodhisattva sent me to pick you up. Also, the way you're worshipping is wrong."
“…” He waited in disbelief and with recovering anticipation.
One step, two steps, the young man walked closer and closer until he stopped beside the bed: "But I will help you with the correct way to worship, because we agreed that I would help you." She lifted one of the fragments she had picked up earlier. It was the forehead of the Bodhisattva, with a bright red cinnabar mole painted on it.
Really? When Ji Xunjin finished saying that, she finally understood the main reason for the previous two failures. Old Chen was not familiar with military knives and axes, and the thing he was most familiar with should be the thing he was thinking about and facing every day.
You worship it, you hate it, you care about it, so you should let it take you away, only then will your stubbornness and piety be justified.
The cross-section of the porcelain piece is sharp to a certain extent, but it is far from enough to cut through a tough throat. This can only be understood by actually inserting it in and cutting it back and forth. It is compassionate and cannot bear to kill.
She leaned over and touched the scissors on the bedside table next to her, which she used to cut open the small packages of supplements he drank every day.
Now the Bodhisattva and the medicine have arrived where they should be, the place he has longed for.
Like performing an operation, Yinsui inserted the knife along the smooth edge of the porcelain, click, click, click... But in fact, he was just completing a ritual that gave him psychological comfort.
"It's all over. It's time for you to go. Go." She lowered her head and gently directed the soul that had been running around in this body for a long time and couldn't find a way out to leave through the gaping hole.
His eyes moved for one last second, and a long-lost tranquility appeared on his old face.
Going back to the time when it should go, all the annual rings that should not have grown return to normal, and the branches dragging outside turn into nothingness.
"I should have pushed him down."
When she reached the first floor, she suddenly recalled the words that had been suppressed, and realized that Qin Xiao's regret had been inadvertently deferred to Mr. Chen.
The road to Songshui Village at night is not full of dangers, but rather dauntingly lonely.
As Yinsui walked, he unconsciously held the plastic shell tightly, fearing that the shaking of the flashlight beam would disturb the darkness deeper than the night. Despite this, the light still abruptly broke into the village night.
Another reason why she stayed at home at night, which was difficult to talk about, was that she would always think of her mother who had left and was still wandering around in an unknown place when she walked alone in the night.
Once I think of it, the familiar thin and long shadow will sway behind me, like a leaf dancing in the wind, trembling all the time.
Huh... Huh... Changying inhaled and exhaled, patting the back of her neck.
Yinsui combed his hair again and again and finally let it down to cover the exposed skin. It was just an illusion, and everyone in the village was more or less trapped by the illusion.
There is a closed gate at the end of the trail.
She turned into Qin Yun's house on the other side. The banquet had ended more than an hour ago. Although the smell of burning barbecue continued to come from inside, the noise had stopped.
"Qin Yun, Qin Xiao."
Qin Xiao flashed to the door, leaned out, and spoke quickly: "I haven't seen you for a long time. You finally decided to come out and play - blood?" He jumped out, grabbed his sleeve and looked up and down, wishing he could poke through the bloody place with his eyes.
"Who did this? So you'd better stay home."
"It's not mine. I'm fine."
Qin Xiao, who had been a child for more than a decade, changed his expression as quickly as changing a mask. He immediately changed into a nonchalant attitude, crossed his arms and said coolly, "Oh. Come in and change clothes. It's windy outside, be careful not to catch a cold."
The clear water gushing out from the faucet completely soaked his coat. Yin Sui rubbed his sleeves and squeezed out streams of fishy water. His exposed skin was frozen and stung with fine and dense pain.
"I think you're a bit like the twelve o'clock fairy godmother."
"Yeast, what yeast?"
Qin Yun, who was standing at the kitchen door, turned slightly to look and said, "He comes and goes without a trace. When he comes, he always brings some gifts, and he returns to his original form during the day." It's obvious who sent the game console last night, but once he leaves, everything will disappear without a trace.
Because you don't remember me and avoid me during the day.
Yin Sui shook out his barely clean coat, but didn't wring it too hard. Water kept dripping from the corners. It would probably take more than three days to dry in the cold weather, so he planned to hang it at Qin's house to avoid worrying his grandparents.
"I'm going to stay at your house for one night. I hope those people won't come and make trouble at night?"
"They only come out for an hour or two, and they're having fun at the other end of the village. My mom's on the second floor admiring the moon, so we can go with her."
"I'm fine with either."
The lights came on, and even though she had seen the same scene several times, she couldn't help but hold her breath.
In front of the uncovered window, Aunt Qin's toes dangled in the air, her entire body forming a thick line hanging high in the air. Together with the hemp rope around her neck, she formed a simple drawing of a key, facing the moon, ready to unlock a piece of the sky at any time.
"Mom, Suisui is here to play at our house."
“…”
"Hello, Aunt Qin."
“…”
The unique sweet and dull smell of a corpse filled the entire room. After smelling it for a long time, the concentration was almost the same whether you were far away or near. When she stood next to Aunt Qin's legs, she had almost completed the adaptation process.
As soon as the lights inside were turned on, the outlines inside the glass window could be seen clearly from the outside - two figures were imprinted on the glass, one standing on the ground and the other floating in the air.
Then Qin Xiao also stepped forward and stopped two steps away. In the silhouette, Aunt Qin was touching her head, and she was leaning against Yin Sui's arm.
"What are you doing? Visiting your grandparents?"
"No, I want to see if people on the second floor can see this side." The reason for choosing this room is that it happens to be opposite to the second floor of her house.
"Of course I can. If I turn on the lights, I can see your house from my house as clearly as if I were watching a silhouette movie."
Across the building, Ji Xunjin leaned against the back of the sofa, his eyelashes raised by some invisible thoughts, and his wandering gaze finally fixed on the clear window.
The woman, whose feet were off the ground, remained motionless, while another figure waved at him as if sensing something.
"The lights are on across the street."
"That means he saw it."
As if a single gesture couldn't express his full meaning, Yin Sui raised his hand against the glass, made a circle with his thumb and index finger to indicate "OK", and then changed to a "V" sign.
Finally, the other party responded and made an "OK" gesture.
After confirming that he fully understood, the meeting could be officially concluded. After all, it would not be good to always occupy Qin Yun's mother's moon-viewing spot.
goodbye.
The light bulb flickered twice and then went out, leaving Ji Xunjin feeling both angry and amused to realize that the last time she waved goodbye, not just waved. This time, she had no intention of conveying any message, she just wanted to report her safety.
At least I remember the burden I got rid of, so I don’t have to stay up late waiting for someone to come back.
…
"You're so hot." Qin Yun leaned over from behind, his head pressed against her back like a piece of ice, but he said it was normal body temperature.
Yin Sui found a place to sit on the ground and said, "You are too cold."
"If we didn't know each other..." Qin Yun sighed, squeezed over and hesitated to speak.
"If we didn't know each other, then what?"
"I'd peel off your skin and crawl inside. It would be warm, like red-hot charcoal. But unfortunately, since we've known each other, I've gotten used to your current temperature. You're getting older, and if you don't get hot, I won't be able to recognize you at night."
For a young girl who hasn't even finished high school, being a college student is indeed considered old.
She didn't answer, but held the girl, who was half her height shorter than her, in her arms, as if she was holding a freezing snowy mountain.
"Actually, I was jealous of you before, but you didn't seem to be doing well either, so I just let it go."
"Um."
"You'd better come back less often. The longer you stay, the more reluctant you will be to leave." A cold, dead object won't warm up even if you hold it in your arms all night.
"I see." Yin Sui hesitated for a moment before finally mentioning Qin Yun. "I ran into your brother outside, and he asked me to bring you a message."
Qin Yun showed little interest. He glanced at his unmoved mother and asked, "How's he doing? Maybe he has a child."
"Not married yet."
She pretended to be nonchalant and laughed at her cheap brother: "Then you will be a bachelor forever."
"It's becoming popular to marry and have children later in life now. There are a lot of people in their 30s who are still unmarried."
"It seems that I am very out of date." Qin Xiao stretched his arms lazily, squinted his eyes and was silent for a few seconds before saying: "If you can't catch up, don't make it difficult for yourself to catch up."
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