Chapter 149
The owner thought: "Really?"
While walking on the road, I don't know why, but I always thought I heard someone crying in the bushes next to me. I looked twice, but didn't see anyone, so I thought it was just hallucination and didn't look again. I walked all the way home. When I got home, I didn't think anything was wrong at first, but then I always felt like there was someone extra in the house. at the door next to me.
That's not all. When we got to the kitchen, the glass windows would reflect the shadows of people passing by. There were colors on the windows, but the background was definitely black. It was late at that time, and not all the lights in the house were on yet. The shadows were quite obvious at first glance. When I passed by, I saw out of the corner of my eye that there was an extra person on the glass window over there.
One is myself, and the other is a woman with long hair.
The woman had her hair disheveled, as if she had just been beaten. Her body was covered in bruises and blood, and her clothes looked torn. She lowered her head, as if she was afraid to see people. She had no shoes on and walked on tiptoes. Leyuan didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but it wasn't a big deal if she kept following him, so he turned around when he saw someone through the glass window.
As soon as she turned her head, the two pairs of eyes met. The woman still had her head down and didn't notice that Le Yuan had turned around. She thought Le Yuan didn't see her and floated forward step by step. Le Yuan shouted, "Stop!"
The woman was stunned for a moment. All the wounds on her body were broken open, and blood was flowing out of her body. She looked so miserable. She stood there, staring at the amusement park. The light bulb in the room above her head flickered twice, and then went out with a bang. The sound was quite loud.
Paradise replied: "A ghost came."
The car owner turned around and left: "I'm sorry to bother you. Please continue. I'm going to go back now. I promise not to open the door or the window tonight. Please don't come to me. We should take revenge for our grudges and complain for our grievances. Please don't hurt innocent people. I will give up my seat to you immediately. Please continue."
When he was walking, he didn't see the road clearly because the lights were not on yet, and he didn't know whether pressing the switch would cause the light to explode or light up and then go out again. He was more afraid of the latter, because it would be even more terrifying if he accidentally saw something he shouldn't see. He accidentally kicked a shoe placed on the side of the road, and the shoe suddenly tilted. The owner squatted down and straightened the shoe.
I just don't know what he was thinking. The shoes he put out were one facing forward and the other facing backward, as if he was celebrating for a ghost.
Leyuan said, "You'd better go out. Be careful on your way and don't fall. Otherwise, you won't have to put your things away. Let's go."
The car owner responded, walked to the door, and tripped on the door sill again. Fortunately, he held onto the door frame and did not fall down. He walked away, panting heavily.
Paradise shouted: "Remember to close the door for me!"
The car owner slammed the door.
He returned to his own residence trembling, wrapped himself in a blanket, closed his eyes, and muttered, "You didn't see me, you didn't see me, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, fine, fine, fine, woo woo woo."
He fell asleep gradually, and Paradise next door fumbled to turn on the light, sat on the sofa in the living room, and looked at the opposite woman.
"What do you want?"
"I have no idea."
"How did you die?"
"I am a teacher. When I was teaching students, I was at home, using the camera on my phone to live stream myself and give lectures to students. I had my own room, with the door closed and locked. It was during class time, and someone knocked on the door. The person outside said, 'Open the door, it's time for dinner.' I said, 'OK, wait a minute, I still have classes here, I'll go eat after class.'
The man was unhappy, so he forced the door open. After the door was opened, the lock was broken and could not be closed or locked. The man strode into my room, and not only did he enter my room, he saw me sitting in front of the camera in the live broadcast room. He stretched out his hand, grabbed my hair, and pushed me into the closet next to him. After two collisions, I saw the camera.
He thought I was recording him on purpose, even though I had clearly told him before he opened the door that I was teaching a class. I also told him before that I didn't need to go to school to teach recently but would live stream the classes to students at home. He was there too and his ears weren't damaged. He clearly heard it, but now I don't know or remember. Either it went in one ear and out the other, or he was deliberately looking for trouble with me.
It's still this kind of trouble. It's really annoying.
Before I could tell him anything, he grabbed my hair and lifted me up, questioning me with his eyes wide open, his face red and greasy, looking scary. I didn't remember what he asked me, but it seemed like he asked me again later why I didn't go out for dinner. I said I had something else, and he said obviously no, there was no one else here, what was there to do!
He also asked me if I was having an affair with someone else, so I was here flirting with my lover and didn't even want to eat. He also said, "I cooked for you, and you dared not eat. What do you think I am? A housekeeper or a nanny? You didn't give me a penny extra for cooking! I put your clothes into the washing machine the day before yesterday, and you didn't even thank me."
Saying you're too sleepy is just an excuse.
He beat me severely, and the whole incident was caught live on camera. All the students saw it, so someone called the police. The police arrived at my house and knocked on the door. The man was a little frightened and punched me in the face. He thought there wouldn't be any marks for a while and there was no need to be afraid, so he swung the door open.
The police asked, who are you?
The man said, I live here.
The police asked, do you know this person?
They took out a screenshot of my live broadcast room, which showed me being beaten.
He took a look and said, "Yes, I recognize her. That's my wife."
He actually admitted that I was his wife. This is so funny. He beat me like that, but he still said I was his wife in front of others. It was really disgusting.
The policeman said he wanted to see me and make sure I was safe. He called me from outside and I had to walk out with my face covered and my head down. My hair was still messy and I didn't have time to comb myself. When the man saw me like this, he frowned, reached out his hand, and rubbed my hair, making the already messy hair even more messy. He also pulled my clothes, just like he was grooming the hair of a kitten or a puppy.
I saw him reaching out his hand and thought he was going to hit me, but seeing the door open and people outside, he shouldn't be so crazy, so I shrank back but didn't dodge. He smiled at the people outside and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I was just playing around and got a little excited. I didn't expect others to be watching. They couldn't accept it. I won't do that next time. I promise I won't do it again."
Everyone else looked away, and he looked at me again. Only I knew that he was gritting his teeth and there was a threat in his eyes. He lowered his head and turned sideways towards me, and the same to else. Others could not see his whole face, just as I could not see what his face everyone looked like outside the shadows. His expression was so terrifying, just like a demon in the night coming to take his life.
I had to agree, otherwise, he would become even more aggressive. He could beat me like that in front of the live camera and threaten me in front of so many people. What else could he not do to me?
Some trash are like this, they have no money, no power, are ugly, and have a bad temper. But because they are men, they think they must have the power to dominate all the women in the world. No matter how humble they are outside, when they get home and meet women, they can act like emperors.
In a sense, the underlying logic is the same as that of parents towards their children, who feel they have supreme power over others.
In fact, of course they don't, nor should they, but they are self-righteous, stubborn, and don't know how to relent or correct themselves. They have to wait until things get so bad that everyone around them knows about it before they are willing to retreat further, hide behind their homes, and hide behind other people, as if this will give them victory, security, recognition, and satisfaction. Their behavior remains unchanged.
I live with such a person. Every time I see him, I feel dazed. I feel like I am living in a hell of suffering. It is extremely terrifying. The thing opposite me only has the shape of a human being, but it does not mean it has a real human heart. If that is a normal person, then I would be the abnormal person.
It's so scary. Every time I go out and other people see the injuries on my body, they always say it's so pitiful.
I listened to them talking and felt like every word they said was just a lie. It was horrible.
This world is terrible, that person is terrible, that kind of life is terrible.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and wanted a divorce. As long as I got a divorce, I could get rid of him. I wouldn't have to be his toy, his lifelike doll, or a maid who cooperated with his words and actions. I wouldn't have to be beaten by him like this anymore, because domestic violence always has a veil that can't be torn off, as if as long as we live in the same house, no matter what bad things happen, they don't count.
I don't want to.
However, when I asked for a divorce, he beat me up again. He beat me viciously and said, "You are a scumbag and you deserve it." He also tore off my clothes. Some people say that adultery within marriage does not count, but I don't think so because I think it's all terrible.
You probably can't understand that you are neither a woman nor married.
You know nothing, you are so lucky, so innocent, and as pure as a jasmine.
You are so beautiful. Unfortunately, I will never have this kind of peaceful and happy life, as if I can smell the fresh air from the balcony every day. I envy you so much. "
At this point, the truth has become clear.
She was beaten to death.
Because she filed for divorce from her domestic violence husband.
Leyuan asked, "Is there anything I can help you with? If it's something I can do, I don't mind helping you."
The woman touched her hair, which had fallen off her head in a bunch, and was bloody, revealing her scalp underneath. Her hair was also bloody, because those hairs were forcibly plucked out before she died, so of course it would be like this. She looked at the hair in her hand, smiled, her eyes a little dull, and said foolishly, "There are some things you may not know.
I told you all at once.
Most people either don't see me or are too lazy to care about me. I finally see you, so I have to say a few more words, otherwise, I don't know when I will have no chance to speak. I haven't spoken so freely for a long time. In class, I have to restrain my temper because I am a teacher who sets an example for others and abides by school rules and regulations, otherwise I will be punished.
The school's punishment is nothing more than dismissal with a deduction of salary.
Even though it's not serious and won't hurt any bones, it's not much better either. I don't think those are happy things. But when I think about it carefully, I don't have to see such a hateful man who I hate and who hates me at school. I feel that the sky is a little brighter, even though it's still gloomy, as if there's haze everywhere. I don't like that kind of weather.
I was much prettier before I got married than I am now.”
She touched her hair again. It was dirty, as if it had never been washed. It was greasy and had a lot of sweat and blood. The blood would solidify after a while and turn into blood scabs. The blood scabs stuck to the hair, and the sweat seeped out from inside. It didn't smell good and didn't look good either. It was worse than the hair of an ordinary person who just woke up, let alone the beautiful hair of some people who had had a hairstyle.
The woman looked at the handfuls of hair falling from her hands, her expression twitched, she shook her hands and threw them away. The hair fluttered from her hands and landed on the living room floor in the house. She blinked, and the hair was gone, as if it had completely disappeared. But there was still some hair on her head that could be lost. She spread her palms and wiped them on her clothes, making them a little cleaner.
But that's all.
She continued to Paradise: "Before I got married, everyone told me I was pretty.
She is good-looking, knows how to dress, is likable and speaks sweetly.
I like to wear light-colored clothes and flowing dresses, high heels, cloth shoes, rain boots, platform shoes, sneakers and flat shoes; I like to put on cosmetic contact lenses, fox masks, gold tassel hairpins, small butterfly hairpins, candy hairpins, black headbands, pink headbands, bow headbands, earrings, necklaces, watches, bracelets, and anklets; I like to wear nail polish, lipstick, mascara, colored eye shadow, liquid foundation, blush, and setting spray.
At that time, I had a lot of things, including a lot of toys, such as puzzles, Rubik's cubes, dice, dolls, cats and dogs, rag dolls, and toy cars.
There are so many things, but now, they are gone. Those things belong neither to my present self nor to my past self. I can’t find them.
After getting married, I felt unhappy. When I wanted to leave, I was scolded. When I wanted to sleep, I was scolded. When I wanted to do something, I was beaten. He would beat me when I drank, smoked, failed to get things done, and messed up. I was beaten and scolded almost every day. I lived my life counting the days and never felt that there was a good day.
I could hardly raise my head. I was afraid that others would see my pain and ask me how I got hurt. I couldn't tell them. How could I, who was blind before marriage, fall in love with such a piece of trash and take it home? It was my fault to fall in love with trash. However, it was my good deed that the trash didn't hurt anyone. I could only comfort myself in this way.
I was afraid that others would laugh at me for choosing such a rubbish, and I was also afraid that others would laugh at me for not getting a divorce when my eyesight was so bad.
It's not that I don't want to, it's just that every time I was beaten, he would fall asleep after beating me, and I didn't have the chance to mention this matter. It's better to say that every time I saw him close his eyes, I thought, if I could tie him up, gag him, beat him, and then kill him, when others saw me going out like this, they would not think that I had killed someone, but would only think that I was beaten more severely, and I could even dismember the body.
No, dismembering the body would be too conspicuous and would constitute another crime. The person should be sent directly to the crematorium. When asked what happened, just say that he was drunk and died on his own. That's all.
Unfortunately, I didn't make any move, and he took the initiative and killed me.
Just kill me. I still don't know where my body is.
It hurts so much.”
She couldn't help but scratch her face, and her cheek suddenly went soft and sank, revealing the purple flesh and meridians inside. She frowned and pressed the fallen flesh back onto herself. After waiting for a while, that part barely looked a little better, but not much better. Maybe the best she could do was to restore herself to the way she looked when she died, but that would not be very good.
After all, he was beaten to death. It would be strange if he looked good. I would suspect that someone was pretending.
What's more, even if you disguise her body, you can't disguise her head.
"I think the body was probably disposed of. They said he died accidentally during the beating. The crematorium would accept it. At most, he would be convicted of manslaughter. However, as long as no one reports him, he doesn't even need to go to jail. Besides, what's the point of going to jail? He'll be released in less than two years. I'm afraid he will find a way to take revenge on my parents."
The woman sneered: "I don't want to know about those things and I'm not interested in them. I hope he dies soon, but I'm dead now. If he dies, he might appear in the world I live in. I finally got rid of him, and I don't want to have any more relationship with him."
Leyuan nodded: "Then just ignore him."
The woman pinched her neck and a bug fell out. She frowned and swallowed the bug. The wound on her neck healed a little. After a while, the bug poked its head out again. She covered her neck and pressed the bug back. She struggled with herself for a long time before she finally dealt with the matter. She said to Leyuan, "My parents will only ask me to get married when I am not married.
After I got married, they told me to be patient. After something happened, they wouldn’t do anything to help me. I didn’t want to see them either.”
Leyuan nodded: "Of course."
The woman lowered her head and looked at her outstretched purple hands. She turned her palms over and pressed them on her knees. She said nervously, "I think about makeup. I haven't worn makeup for a long time. Since I got married, I dare not wear beautiful things for fear of ruining them. If the things are a little sharp, it will be even more serious. If they get on my face by accident, my face will be ruined."
Leyuan asked: "Then I will buy you cosmetics and new clothes?"
The woman nodded, and then asked out of curiosity and shyness: "Is it too expensive?"
Leyuan said, "Not really. Maybe I can give it to someone else in the future, or sell it."
The woman's eyes widened as she asked, "Can I give my used items to others?"
Leyuan glanced at her, put the phone with the shopping website on the table for her, and said with a smile: "Why not? Aren't the colorful and diverse clothes provided in the photography studio worn by many people, washed and hung up for new customers to choose? Maybe even shoes and socks. What's the big deal? Poverty is the most difficult disease to cure in the world. When you are poor, you want everything."
The woman glanced at the shopping website and muttered, "Really? Won't they think it's unlucky?"
Leyuan laughed and said, "Either they know or they don't. If they know, there's no reason for them to feel unlucky. If they don't know, how can they see the relevant information?"
The woman thought about it and said, "That's true."
After choosing the cosmetics, clothes and shoes, the next step is to wait for them to be mailed to nearby locations and then pick them up by express delivery and unpack them.
The next morning, the owner knocked on the door, carefully looked at the paradise that had opened the door, and whispered, "Hey, has the person who was here with you last night left?"
Leyuan glanced around and said, "No one left."
He smiled at the car owner and said, "She's still here. What do you want to see her for?"
The car owner shuddered, his face turned pale, and he turned to leave, waving to the amusement park: "Sorry, I'll come to see you next time. Forget it this time."
Leyuan asked, "Strange, weren't you having a lot of fun falling in love with the female ghost before? Why? You can't do it now? Where did your courage to marry a non-human go? Did you use up all your courage at once?"
The car owner seemed to be provoked. He turned around slowly and said hesitantly, "This is different. Lili is the person I like. You are definitely not the one. I know Lili will not come back. Don't try to fool me."
Leyuan said: "I didn't tell you that your Lili is back, didn't I?"
The car owner muttered, "But, what you said clearly reminded me of her. What can I do? I really like her!"
Leyuan said: "If you like her so much, why don't you see how much you care about her girlfriend's sister and the only mother left?"
The car owner said, "I have no status and it would be so awkward if I went there. What should I say? Should I care about her girlfriend's sister? Her sister doesn't know about what happened between me, Lili and her sister. If I say too much, I'll feel embarrassed. If I say too little, I'll feel sorry for them. What can I do? I'm in a dilemma too!"
You don't talk much, and even if you accompanied me, you would just be a wooden stake by the side.
What use would I have for you?"
When he said the last sentence, there was an inexplicable sense of regret in his heart.
Le Yuan looked at his gnashing teeth and said with a smile, "I'll accompany you? You've only been there a few times, how can I accompany you? Besides, you and Li Xiuli know each other, and you're very sweet to each other. I have a grudge against her. I went there to seek revenge, so what can I say? I'm not giving you a cold shoulder because the deceased is the most important. You wouldn't have forgotten everything, would you? You've wiped out the past, you're amazing.
I think you are not done with what you said to Wang Buzhan!"
The owner of the car shouted, “That’s different.”
Leyuan said: "It's different, it's different, why are you making such a loud noise?"
A voice came from outside and shouted, "If you have any problems, go find the property management! Don't go crazy here!"
The car owner snorted: "I won't ask the property management. They can't solve the problem."
He looked around and asked, "What does the female ghost you're talking about look like? Where is she?"
Leyuan said: "She is right here. She looks ordinary. She is a teacher. She should be prettier after dressing up."
The car owner touched the goose bumps on his arm and said angrily, "You talk weirdly. What do you mean by normal and beautiful? Can normal and beautiful be mixed up? Can they be put together? Do you understand the art of language? Do you know how to speak? Listening to your description, it's a very scary situation. Forget it, I won't mix it up."
He turned to leave when suddenly a phone call came in. He answered, nodded, hung up, looked toward the park and said, "Remember Wang Buzhan? She said her mother wanted to invite us and her other friends to her home to celebrate her birthday again. Last time, only the two of us went to celebrate in advance, but this time it's a formal celebration, so she still wants us to go."
It’s very lively.”
Leyuan blinked and said, "It's not impossible."
He looked at the female ghost beside him: "Maybe Wang Buzhan has some experience in makeup. We can ask her. However, she may not know. I can tell from the fact that she was unhappy and looked like a mother before."
The ghost girl nodded: "Then you go."
Leyuan and the car owner arrived at Wang Buzhan's house. The door was open. Wang Buzhan was wearing a pink and white gradient cake dress with light makeup on and the same green slippers as her mother. She was greeting guests in the living room, smiling and looking very happy. Her mother was still the same as the last time they met, gentle and kind, wearing makeup, wearing beautiful clothes, seemed to have a good temper, and had a better figure.
Their temperaments seemed to be gradually becoming similar during this period.
If before they seemed a little bit restrained and unlike a family, that was no longer the case. They were very harmonious and close, as if they had really lived together for many years.
Leyuan felt a little spooked by this situation. He found a place to sit down and suppressed his goose bumps. Suddenly he found that the female ghost had followed him and he was almost scared.
The ghost asked, "Is that girl the one who's going to have a birthday today? She looks pretty."
Paradise turned on the phone and typed in, yes.
The ghost asked: "It's so noisy here, can't you talk to me?"
Paradise input: "It's not good to cause trouble in other people's homes. If they knew there was a haunted house, wouldn't they be scared away? It would be fine if they didn't mind, but if they didn't come anymore, wouldn't that be a disservice to the birthday person? It's better not to do that."
The female ghost asked: "Okay, then don't you think the girl and her mother are too close? They are inseparable and look like they are stuck together. They don't look like mother and daughter at all. I even feel like they are a little bit like a couple, don't you think? Although the matter between me and that rubbish is not worth saying a word, but before I got married, I was in love. Who knew I would be deceived!
When I was in love, I was in a similar situation to her. Although mother and daughter are definitely not the objects of love, it is better to ask than to know nothing! What if? If something really happens, maybe we can run away as soon as possible. You don't have to run away, I want to run away too, I can't just wait to die here."
Leyuan thought about it and decided not to meddle in other people's affairs. If Wang Buzhan felt that he was in a good state now, it would be very rude for him to rashly go over and ask questions, and it would easily ruin everyone's mood on someone else's birthday. It would not be appropriate, regardless of the time, place or person.
There are too many people here. If something that shouldn't be heard is heard by others and spreads out uncontrollably, it would be terrible. This family's reputation would be ruined.
This is Wang Buzhan's home. If Paradise really wants to do something, it will be an away game without home advantage. I'm afraid there are some things I shouldn't ask, and some abilities I can't use. It's easy to make mistakes, and the enemy may escape from me.
That's not good.
Leyuan glanced at the ghost girl, who then looked at herself and asked, "What's wrong? Am I different from before?"
Leyuan shook his head, stood up and went to look for Wang Buzhan, but was blocked by the crowd halfway and had to slow down. When he walked out of the crowd, he found that the person in front of him was not Wang Buzhan, but Wang Buzhan's mother. Leyuan blinked, smiled, turned around and was about to leave, either to continue looking for Wang Buzhan, or to return to his seat and not make a mess. But when he turned around, his arm was pulled.
Leyuan looked at Wang's mother in confusion. Wang's mother smiled at Leyuan and whispered, "Come with me."
Le Yuan frowned and followed Wang Ma to the room. There was no one else in the room, and it was very quiet, especially since many people were making a lot of noise outside. There was only a door and a wall between them, like two different worlds. Le Yuan didn't know why Wang Ma pulled him in, so he stood aside awkwardly. Wang Ma looked around and brought out a chair for him: "Sit down and listen to me."
Leyuan sat down hesitantly. Wang's mother's expression suddenly changed. Leyuan stood up suddenly because he recognized that the owner of this expression was Wang Buzhan's original mother. Leyuan was a little nervous. He took a step back, put the chair in front of him, stared at Wang's mother and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Mother Wang twisted her mouth towards Le Yuan with a twisted expression and smiled: "You may not know that I am Wang Buzhan's biological mother. I am Wang Buzhan's real mother."
Leyuan said, "I know this. Haven't we met before?"
Wang's mother said, "So you still remember? That's great! You remember that we met, and you must remember that I was not like this originally. Is there any way you can change me back? I don't like this, with a bad smell, a mess of powder, all kinds of sticky and weird-colored pastes and liquids, and a skirt that feels like it's leaking air under my legs."
Listening to her description, Leyuan felt that it sounded familiar for some reason. After thinking about it, he remembered that the way she spoke was a bit similar to the feeling of the street wanderer who was tidying up his women's clothes.
Leyuan frowned and whispered, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but how can I help you?"
Wang's mother said, "Please drive that vixen away from me for me!"
Leyuan asked in confusion: "Which fox spirit?"
Wang's mother couldn't help but raise her voice and shout, "Which one else? It's that one!"
Leyuan quickly said, "Okay, I get it. It's the thing inside your body that caused you to change, right?"
Seeing that he understood what she meant, Wang Ma nodded.
Leyuan said, "Isn't it better to tell Wang Buzhan about this matter and ask for her opinion?"
Mother Wang frowned and asked, "Why do you still need to ask her opinion? I'm her mother! She should listen to me. It's fine if she doesn't try to rescue me as soon as possible, but how dare she stop me from changing back to my original appearance? How dare she!"
Paradise said, "Okay, let me think about it."
Wang's mother said, "Didn't you give her a piece of paper to use before? Give it to me now!"
Leyuan said, "Since I've already given it to her, I don't have a second one. I've said it before. And, that thing is for elimination. Whoever takes it will be eliminated. If you take it, it will eliminate you. Are you sure you want it now?"
Mother Wang took her hand back: "Forget it then."
The door of the closet next to me suddenly opened. It turned out to be a toilet. Wang Buzhan came out and asked, "What are you talking about? I thought everyone was outside. Are the guests going to have cake with me or light birthday candles to make a wish?"
She laughed as if she had heard nothing.
Neither Wang's mother nor Leyuan could confirm whether she really didn't hear anything, so they just assumed that she knew nothing. Wang's mother smiled at Wang Buzhan and tried to pretend to be someone else to get closer to him. Wang Buzhan took a step back and said with a smile, "Don't get so close to me, Mom. I know you. You are not the mother I was just talking about. You don't have to pretend anymore. You can't pretend like that anyway."
The smile on Wang Ma's face froze for a moment. She was neither in a good mood to smile nor not to smile. She snorted coldly, looked downcast and shouted, "I gave you face, didn't I? You little bitch! You are just like your dead father! People who don't know would think that you two are the only ones related by blood. You really don't understand why I worked so hard to raise you all these years?
Isn't it good to just listen to you complaining here? I have wasted many years of hard work, time and money! If you hate me, you can, if you want to chase me away, you can, but you have to give me back the money!"
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