Ning Que was extremely angry when he woke up. I was beaten so badly in my own dream that I had no power to fight back. How could this be tolerated?
Seeing that it was still early, I closed my eyes and prepared to sleep for a while.
Beep, beep—loaded successfully.
Ning Que was still standing in front of the door in his usual attire, thinking, no way, I've really gone back.
Well, that’s great. No one can be as naughty as me.
Ning Que quickly opened the door and went in, took out the kitchen knife, and some miscellaneous things, and most importantly, took the Bible in her hand. She quietly waited for the arrival of those ghost things.
Sure enough, not long after Ning Que squatted at the door, he heard knocks on the door.
Ning Que slammed the door back with all his strength, "Knock on the door again, and I'll burn your little hands." The person outside the door seemed to have not expected that the person inside would have the courage to knock back. After a pause, he knocked even harder.
A gap opened between the door and the wall, and something black and oily quickly reached in, seeking revenge. Ning Que watched the tentacle reach a distance and chopped it down with a kitchen knife. Surprisingly, it came off with such ease, like slicing jelly. The tentacle fell to the ground, still struggling. She smacked it with the Bible, and the once lively tentacle instantly shrivelled.
Ning Que raised his index finger and threw the mass into the iron bucket, then threw a match in, and immediately covered it with the pot lid. The small tentacles banged madly in the iron bucket, making a dong dong dong sound.
Ning Que smiled and said to the person outside, "Does this knock sound like yours?" No one answered, so Ning Que asked himself, "I think it sounds a lot like you."
So, Ning Que grabbed the shivering little tentacle and began to chop it off. With the Bible in his hands, he wasn't afraid of anything. After Ning Que mechanically chopped off the hand, clapped it, threw it away, and burned it, completing a series of maneuvers, the sound of the door banging became quieter and quieter.
Ning Que shook his hands. "I'm so tired! This really isn't a job for humans."
"Do you still want to go in, or what?" Ning Que knocked on the door. She sat on the ground, watching the black liquid slowly seeping in from the crack in the door. She grew impatient and grabbed the unformed mass. With a strong pull, a slime-like mass slid in.
Ning Que slammed the bible down, punching and kicking the lump, "You're hitting me, right? Ah! And you even stuffed it in my mouth. What do you think? You didn't expect that, did you?"
She was a little tired. After all, beating people was a physically demanding activity. The little black ball was huddled there and shaking. This was simply a one-sided beating. When Ning Que saw that it had the urge to attack, he simply slapped the Bible on it and continued to beat it.
Finally, it turned itself into three big words: I'm sorry.
Ning Que vented his frustration and waved his hand generously, "Forget it, I forgive you."
Then he stuffed the things he should prepare for the next encounter into his bag, and picked up the kitchen knife to prepare for the next transmission.
Ning Que stood barefoot in the corridor. The bag of things she had prepared hadn't arrived, except for the kitchen knife she clutched tightly in her hand. She waited, but the demon still hadn't arrived.
If the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.
The ghost was about to go out to look for Ning Que, but she found that the person she was looking for was holding a kitchen knife and walking towards her aggressively, as if to collect a debt.
The ghost finished his lines tremblingly and was about to take out the bowl of love soup from the pot and pour it into the man's mouth according to the procedure. Ning Que took the initiative to sit on the kitchen chair and said, "Give me a bowl of warm soup."
The ghost didn't show concern as a mother-in-law like last time, but brought the soup over like a waiter, placed it on the seat, and waited for Ning Que to taste it.
Ning Que slammed the table, "How can you look down on my status? There's not even a piece of meat in this bowl of soup. After all, a daughter-in-law is not as close as a son." Then he immediately pinched the ghost's face and poured the soup into her, "Are you happy? I care about you so much. Look at this soup, it's full of oil. I'll get fat if I drink it, so I'm giving it to you."
After Ning Que finished, he immediately picked up the chair next to him and smashed it down, not giving the ghost time to react. In an instant, the ghost's body was like being put into a meat grinder, and it was turned into a ball.
"Oh, why is it so exaggerated? I'm obviously not that strong. I'm just a fairy." Ning Que marveled at his own strength, which was comparable to that of the Hulk. He picked up a kitchen knife and chopped it up, stuffed the thing into the pot, and turned on the gas stove. "I'm so good to your son. I have so much meat to nourish him."
Ning Que wasn't a very good cook, he usually just cooked until the food was cooked enough to not kill him. Ning Que watched the ghost swim in the pot, her head floating alone above. When she saw Ning Que looking at her, her eyes were fixed on him like little hooks.
"Hi, are you okay? Is the water temperature right? How does it taste?" Ning Que said to her with a smile, as if he was asking a customer in the hot spring how it was.
The female ghost's face was twisted into pieces with anger, and she screamed sharply, "Let me out now."
"What? It's too bland, isn't it?" Ning Que poured all the salt from the seasoning box beside him into the soup. "This should be about right."
The salt fell on the ghost girl's face, irritating her so much that she screamed, "It hurts so much."
Ning Que ignored her, picked up the soup spoon and stirred the pot a few times, then covered the pot to allow the solute to better diffuse in the solution. The ghost girl's limbs made a collision sound with the pot.
Ning Que silently turned up the fire, and the water was boiling.
Why hasn't the male ghost come back yet? Ning Que heard the female ghost in the pot cursing quiet down, and he became curious, wondering if a ghost could die again.
So he opened the lid, took a soup spoon, and scooped up the ghost girl's head. As soon as the ghost girl left the soup, she began to curse Ning Que loudly.
Oh, I shouldn't be so kind and worry about this issue.
The male ghost outside just opened his mouth, "Dear." When he saw Ning Que, his fiancée, holding a spoon to scoop up his mother's head, he was a little scared and it was a little difficult to guess his own mood.
"Hey! Darling, do you want to try my cooking?" Ning Que saw that the male ghost actually took a few steps back, and he was delighted. His naughty little factor was instantly aroused. He twisted his waist, held the female ghost's head, and walked towards him. "What you eat will replenish what you need. Darling, come and try it, okay?"
The male ghost had never experienced such storms before. "No, thank you for your kindness, dear," he said and slipped away.
Ning Que curled his lips in boredom and said to the ghost girl's face, which was either blue or purple, and to her eyes, "The son you treated as a treasure is a softie, a coward." Then he twisted his waist alone, put the ghost girl back into the pot, and said in a dramatic tone, "Oh, oh, oh, I was so blind back then to fall in love with him and even talk about marriage with him."
At this time, if someone gives Ning Que a stage and a white handkerchief, Ning Que can perform a show for you.
Ning Que waited for a long time, but still didn't realize he was back in his original room. Suddenly, he felt very sleepy. As soon as he closed his eyes, he found himself in bed. It was already getting light outside.
That’s great. If this continues, I won’t be afraid of horror movies anymore. Why should I be timid? Just stand firm!
The weather is getting warmer day by day. Girls who love beauty take off their heavy down jackets early, and the streets are filled with the smell of youth and sunshine.
Ning Que was basking in the sun on the balcony. He took a few sips of the drink beside him, then hung up the phone with a reluctant look on his face. "Mom, okay, yeah, bye. I'll be back to work tomorrow." He stretched lazily and said, "I'll just lie down for a while, then I'll go get my things sorted."
The afternoon sun is warm and has a soothing feel.
Zero, zero, zero, zero
Who's calling? Ning Que scratched his head, feeling a little down.
"Hello, hello, who are you?"
"Hehehe, don't worry about who I am. I am the one your mother loves the most. Your mother doesn't care about you at all." A woman with unscrupulous ridicule talked about many things about Ning Que's mother.
Ning Que suddenly woke up, hung up the phone, and clicked on the number.
To be honest, Ning Que didn't feel that her mother didn't love her. Her daily phone calls and frequent concern revealed her mother's tenderness. But she still hesitated and wavered. After a mental struggle, she dialed the number.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep
The call was connected, and Ning Que's mother's gentle voice calmed his heart.
Ning Que complained to her mother in a teasing tone, "Mom, a woman called and said you don't love me. How is that possible?" She also mentioned a few things the woman had said, "Isn't this hilarious?"
"It's true, I don't like you at all." The mother's familiar tone suddenly turned cold. After saying this, she hung up.
Ning Que was stunned. This couldn't be true, could it?
Ning Que was eager to go back, so he rushed home and opened the familiar door.
The door opened, and a group of relatives and friends were sitting in the living room, staring at Ning Que who rushed in.
My aunt came up to me warmly and took my arm. "Aning, it's great. Come over and have dinner together!"
The excitement that had been interrupted by Ning Que's arrival resumed, and everyone's face was filled with joy.
Ning Que ignored everyone else and stared straight at his mother's face. His mother didn't say anything either, and the two of them confronted each other.
My aunt and my eldest aunt came over and said to my mother, "Give that thing to Aning!"
The four of us went to the bathroom and my mother took out a small box.
After the box was opened, a small, snow-white, smooth bead was placed on the red velvet cloth, shining with an alluring light.
Ning Que fell silent, "Mom, what is this? What do you mean?"
"It's nothing. Just take this and you'll be fine. It's basically a body fragrance and whitening pill. It can remove toxins from your body and slowly regulate your body, so that you can gradually emit a delicate fragrance." The mother stood there and spoke in a very normal tone. "By the way, is your period coming soon?"
"Not yet, there's still time."
Ning Que seemed to be possessed by a demon. As a girl, who doesn't want to look better and wear nice clothes to show off her figure?
Seeing Ning Que standing there motionless, the aunt became a little annoyed and said in a bad tone, "Just eat it when I tell you to. You really don't listen at all."
My aunt also continued, "That's right, I could tell since she was young that Aning was not doing well. My child..." As she spoke, she stuffed the pill into my mouth.
When Ning Que saw their slightly dark skin, he knew that they were not good things, at least not for this function, otherwise why didn't they leave them for himself to eat.
Ning Que lay on the ground, trying desperately to vomit, but the pill disappeared in his mouth.
Something was wrong. His stomach was aching. Ning Que, holding back a cold sweat, couldn't help but wonder, could it be my period? This was too early, more than ten days too early.
It felt like there were several knives moving around in his stomach, cutting it from time to time. Ning Que's eyes were a little blurry, with black and white squares flashing.
□□Waves of warmth came over me, and red blood flowers slowly bloomed on my white jeans.
Blood gushed out of his pores, and his whole body became like a fountain.
The pain stimulated his brain nerves. Ning Que knelt on the cold tiles, cold sweat quietly soaking his back. His eyes were blurry and all he could hear was the happy conversation of his mother and other relatives.
No...I am...the one you love the most.
Ning Que was awakened by waves of pain in his dream. The sun had already set, leaving only a little residual warmth. The originally warm drink next to him had completely cooled down.
Tsk—, his feet are numb. Ning Que jumped up and down, preparing to carry the things back one by one.
Ning Que took his change of clothes and went into the bathroom. He didn't notice that the darkened screen of his phone lit up again. A text message came in, and at the end it said that if there was no reply after 20 minutes, it would be treated as a default. Ning Que has always been slow in washing up, but he didn't know that a huge blame was about to fall from the sky.
Two voices were communicating in one place, "Are you sure you want to find someone like this as your successor?"
"It has to work out, even if it doesn't work out. Our income has been negative for hundreds of years. I don't care."
"As you wish."
"Yes, that's fine. Even if it doesn't work, you have to bite the bullet and do it. Once you're on the roster, you can't change it."
20 minutes later, the text message disappeared and the notebook with a black cover appeared in that place.
Name: Ning Que Age: 24 Date of Birth: May XX, XXXX Father: XXX
......
It was so detailed that it almost listed how many boyfriends Ning Que had and how many times they held hands. Oh, no, there was no such opportunity at all, because Ning Que was a perpetual bachelor.
Dream 3: Boyfriend on the Phone
Ning Que was lying on the bed with her cell phone plugged in. After a gathering with her best friends, she was chattering passionately and couldn't stop at all.
"Xiao Yu'er, back then we had to fight for food."
"Hahaha, I have long legs, so I'm the one stealing your food."
.........
"By the way, do you still remember the girl in high school who occupied the phone and made calls?"
"I remember, I was shocked. There was no timer on it. She was talking to her boyfriend on the phone sweetly for a full 46 minutes. I waited for so long in vain."
Ning Que lowered his voice quietly, "Xiao Yu'er, do you know? I dreamed of her last night."
Ding-dong, the bell for the last class in the afternoon rang, and everyone was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.
After dinner, I took you to the telephone near the school flower bed to make a call.
I looked at the pair of schoolmates talking in front of me and couldn't help but sigh, "What a coincidence, I'm late again. It looks like it will take a while. Xiaoyuer, you go first." You waved goodbye and walked towards the teaching building.
Time passed bit by bit, and finally there was only one schoolgirl in front of me who was making a phone call. She swiped her phone card and said to her companions with a smile: "You guys go first, I still need to call my boyfriend."
The girl's shyness was revealed here, with a sweet fragrance. Her companions also left, dispersing into the quietly darkening night.
The girl twisted her toes, and the rubber soles of her cloth shoes left shallow white marks on the rough cement floor. Water dripping on stone may leave a hole here.
How come it got dark so quickly? I raised my head, which was becoming increasingly bored due to waiting for so long, and looked at the night sky that was so dark that it seemed to be dripping, and the air was filled with a sticky and damp feeling.
It’s over, it’s over. Class is about to start, right? Why isn’t she well yet?
With my own little thoughts, I muttered softly, "Why isn't it over yet? I've been fighting for more than 20 minutes." I secretly hoped that she would hear me and quickly end our sweet conversation.
When I glanced at her call time, the green screen did not show the call time. The junior girl said goodbye to her boyfriend with an apology and a little panic, and finally it was my turn.
I woke up with a start and found myself standing in the corridor on the third floor of the living building. Only the faint fluorescent green light of the emergency passage was stagnant in the dim corridor, like one or two ghost lights.
Don't I live on the sixth floor? Didn't anyone stop me?
The half-open window at the end of the corridor brought in gusts of wind, a breeze that should have been cool in summer, but for some reason it was bitingly cold. I looked at the goose bumps on my arms and stamped my feet to dispel my fear, repeating over and over again: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony..."
As I walked, I realized something was wrong. It was only a short distance of three flights of stairs, but it took me nearly thirty or forty minutes to walk in the black fog.
Ning Que couldn't help but grumble, "Even if I had broken bones all over my body and climbed up step by step, I should have reached the destination. Instead, I climbed dozens of floors." The other party didn't make any sound, so Ning Que asked tentatively, "Xiao Yu'er, are you still there?"
"Here you are, sir! You are still climbing the stairs, hurry up." A soft voice came from the slightly hot cell phone.
Ning Que: "Hehehe, okay, okay. If I continue to climb, it will become a crime scene."
The black fog wrapped around me softly like water plants. I always felt like I had seen it somewhere before. The air was like large swarms of mosquito and fly larvae wriggling in stagnant water.
I didn't feel very tired physically, but I was mentally unable to bear the endless climbing of stairs. At this time, the originally solidified black fog shook slightly and dispersed a little, and a vague human figure appeared. Who was it?
I saw the junior school girl squatting on the balcony during the day, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. Red flocs spread out from the mobile phone, and finally slowly condensed into a human shape behind the junior school girl, with a face exactly the same as the junior school girl.
I stared blankly at the female ghost who gently kissed the top of my junior schoolmate's head, then loosely hugged her and walked back to the dormitory. Before entering the dormitory, she smiled at me, her mouth opening and closing. I don't know what she said, but maybe I remembered it at that time.
The junior schoolmate continued to stay on the balcony and chattered. The dim night sky separated the junior schoolmate and the warm light in the dormitory into two worlds.
The junior high school girl slowly stood up, shook a little, and went in.
When the sun rose, all I could think about was, "It's all over! I haven't slept all night, how am I going to handle my classes this morning?" I realized I couldn't even walk to my dorm room, and I was still in my pajamas.
In the end, I could only follow my junior high school sister, for no reason.
Somehow time flew by, and as soon as the bell rang for the evening study session, they happily prepared to go home. One of the girls smiled and said, "XX, my boyfriend and I are going to the playground today, so we won't be going back to the dormitory together."
The junior high school girl said that she went back after she understood. By the way, she was on the phone with Air for more than 30 minutes today, until the student behind her became impatient and wanted to curse.
I stayed with her in a daze for several days. She kept neurotically saying every day that my boyfriend was so good to me. Every time I was sad, he would hug me and comfort me. He said that he wanted to be with me forever and that I was better than your boyfriend.
But I also learned that this junior girl actually doesn't have a boyfriend at all, and she doesn't make any calls every day.
My mood gradually calmed down from being crazy at the beginning. Anyway, I hadn't attended classes for several days, and other places here were also foggy. I couldn't get back to my dormitory and classroom.
That day, after finishing her daily phone call, my junior high school girl went to the bathroom. I heard a girl's voice outside, "XXX, you are so shameless. You pretend to have a boyfriend every day and flirt with the air every day."
Another voice said, "It's just that we were kind-hearted and didn't expose her."
"Don't you think it's funny? It's so fake, she's really trying hard."
"Who doesn't have a boyfriend these days, except for some people?"
.......
"Have you finished using the toilet? It stinks in here."
"Okay, okay, wait another minute or two."
The three girls went out laughing and chattering about something.
I couldn't help but curl my lips. "They must be crazy, right? I've been single for over 20 years, and it's normal for me to not have a boyfriend!"
The water droplets condensed on the toilet tiles dripped onto the ground. After a long time, the junior sister lowered her head and went to wash her hands in silence.
I was about to take a step forward when suddenly I was very far away from her and I could only see that patch of light in the black fog.
The ghost girl, hanging in the air, bent down and muttered something through her blood-red mouth. After she finished speaking, she stood up and said something to me. This time I heard it clearly. She said, "Goodbye."
I wanted to run over, but it was too late, they were gone.
I kept circling around the campus, and the shimmering water was shining silver.
No, isn't this the Grade 1 teaching building? This is still wrong, how did I end up in the laboratory building?
I kept running without stopping, and finally ran along a road I shouldn't have run to and ended up in the bathroom of the dormitory building.
It was cloudy outside, the air was filled with moisture, and the corridor was also damp and a bit sticky to the feet.
I squinted my eyes to try to see clearly which dormitory number it was, but I could only see three blurred digits.
Forget it, I won’t watch it anymore.
The moment I pushed the door open, I took a step back in shock at the glaring red. The two girls in the dormitory kept begging for mercy, the iron tools striking their snow-white skin, leaving blue and purple marks.
I was so cold that I couldn't move. I saw that a chair, which is a must-have in every dormitory, had become a weapon. The plastic part of the chair leg had exposed the cylindrical part due to long-term use.
I simply can't imagine a girl swinging a chair tirelessly.
The junior school girl was crying, and she said blankly every few times, "You are talking nonsense, it is obvious that I have a boyfriend, and you don't."
The ghost stood behind the younger student like a twin sister, watching silently as the iron pierced through her temples. The girl convulsed continuously until she calmed down. Blood quietly flowed out of the wound, slowly flowing through the folds of her skin, and finally merged into the blood on the ground.
The whole dormitory was filled with a strong smell of blood, even more exaggerated than a slaughterhouse.
After the junior sister took a step forward, she arrived at their classroom. The densely packed students were studying in the classroom like animals waiting to be slaughtered.
The junior high school girl tilted her head, put on a creepy smile, and then walked in softly from the doorway, "Hey, let me see who is saying bad things about me?" She paused, holding the ghost girl in one hand and dragging the chair that had scratched water marks on the ground with the other hand, and stood on the podium, "Otherwise my boyfriend will be angry!"
With a few bangs, the doors and windows were closed tightly.
The crowd dispersed instantly, and the once crowded classroom was instantly emptied by half. No matter how much the remaining people cursed and made a fuss, they couldn't get out. The junior high school girl began a one-sided massacre. The female ghost stayed quietly beside the junior high school girl, occasionally wiping the blood that splashed on her face. It seemed very harmonious.
There were fewer and fewer people, and more and more blood on the ground, and finally it slowly gathered into an arrow, with the arrowhead pointing at me.
I was completely confused. What happened to me?
Somehow, some of the blood that splashed was on
My face was burning and my eyes were blood red.
I felt like I was falling into a pool of blood, suffocating. The blood and water were rushing into my nasal cavity, making it very choking.
The oxygen was getting less and less, my head was dizzy, and my whole body was twitching unconsciously.
Later, I woke up because I couldn't breathe, and quickly threw away the pillow that was pressing on my face.
"That's it." Ning Que turned over. "Then I almost died in my dream. That junior school girl was so scary."
"Yeah, Xianxian, don't think too much. Dreams and reality are opposites." Xiao Yuer comforted gently.
Ning Que lay on the bed, staring at the glaring fluorescent lights in the room. He reached for the pillow beside him and covered his face with it, accepting the kindness sullenly. "I'm just feeling a little sentimental. Xiaoyu'er, bye."
As the other party hung up the phone, Ning Que seemed to see the ghost girl and his junior high school girl holding hands again. He muttered with a bit of an unforgettable feeling, "I just think people's words are quite scary."
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