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Chapter Two Two (2)

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    At the moment when the wall was about to crush me into minced meat, I woke up.

    He patted his face and it was covered in sweat.  Nightmares always wake up at the most terrifying moment.  There is a feeling of being stuffed in the chest for a long time and then suddenly loosened.  I am very curious about why I have such a dream. Dreams are always strange, but dreams always have meanings. I believe in this.

    A long time ago, the day before I was born, my grandmother dreamed that a man used a projector to show her a photo of the moment I was born.  She didn't believe it at first, but when she went to the hospital the next day and saw how I was born, she surprised herself too.  After knowing this story, I really believe that dreams will tell you something, it's just whether you understand it or not.  This does not contradict my atheism.  Because I don't believe that there is such a creature as God, but I believe that there should be a project of foresight in human potential, but human beings have not discovered it yet.

    Or, in fact, this is a spiritual signal.  It means that a person transfers his thoughts to another person through his strong spiritual will while sleeping, but due to the differences between people in this process, it cannot be fully conveyed, and a dream is formed.  This can also explain why there is such a thing as a dream.

    However, I woke up today not from being frightened, but from pain. When I opened my eyes, I felt severe pain from my right eye to my temple, as if a needle had been stuck in it.  The pain was unbearable, and tears came out of my right eye.  I covered my eyes and kept rolling on the ground.  Bumping my head against the corner of the desk relieved the pain, but it didn't help much.

    "Ah¡ª" I moaned in a low voice.

    Suddenly the door opened, and the landlady rushed in, saw me lying on the ground rolling, and asked, "Are you okay?"

    "It's okay, I accidentally bumped into the leg of the table just now." Enduring the severe pain, I stood up, pointed at my head and then suppressed a smile.

    "I heard such a loud noise that I thought there were robbers. I almost called the police." It seems that the sound insulation of this house is not very good, and it may have a sound amplification function.  Just hitting the table a few times will be considered a robber. It seems that the law and order in this small town is not very good.

    "It's okay, I have practiced martial arts, and the robbers can't beat me." I gestured twice, "Auntie, I'm fine in the future, so don't come in." After finishing speaking, I felt that this sentence was a bit impolite.

    "The young people nowadays are really kind enough to be donkey livers and lungs." Sure enough, the landlord aunt was a little unhappy, but it was really impolite for her to break in without the permission of others.  Before closing the door and going out, she reminded me again, "Don't go out at night these days, people died on the street recently."

    "What?" When I was about to ask what happened, she had already gone out, and I fell to the ground again and kept rolling.

    The pain disappeared after an hour, and it disappeared very quickly, from severe pain to no pain at all in just a dozen seconds.  Lying on the ground felt sweaty.  I went to the toilet and took a cold shower, feeling relieved.  While taking a shower, I remembered what the landlord said just now, could it be that I was possessed by a ghost?  How come this kind of thing keeps coming to me.  Even the wall in the alley last night was quite scary. I couldn't tell whether the wall was in a dream or in reality.  Out of curiosity, I want to research it, but I don't know it at all.

    In the next few days, I was nestled in the rented house and conceived. After ten days, I only wrote more than 10,000 words.  Headaches also occur every day, and they are all regular, from 9:00 to 10:00 every morning, with a basic error of no more than five minutes.  It made me feel even weirder.  Fortunately, cold water seems to minimize the sting.  Fortunately, the rented house stopped the hot water, not the cold water.

    I talked to Jian over the phone about what had happened in the past few days.  After hearing this, Jian laughed and said that it was my retribution for not going to Mount Putuo and not believing in Buddhism.  I said he was farting. According to his logic, wouldn¡¯t all people in the world believe in Christ die?  Jian said that his wife happened to be on a business trip today, and he wanted to come and play with me.  At first I thought he was just joking, but unexpectedly he called in the afternoon and said that he was already in the coach town of H town and asked me to pick him up.

    As soon as he arrived in the waiting room, he could quickly tell which one was Jian, because he was carrying a mahogany sword behind his back.  Very conspicuous in the crowd.

    "Your mahogany sword is used by Taoist priests, right?" I couldn't help but feel puzzled by this Buddhist believer.

    Jian Ye was speechless for a while, and then took out a string of large Buddhist beads and a wooden fish from his bag, "These are always used by Buddhists, right?"

    "What are you here for?" I really don't know the purpose of Jian's trip.

    "Subduing the demon."

    After Jian saw my rented house, it was obvious that half of his enthusiasm for hunting ghosts had been wiped out before. He asked me in surprise: "You live here?"

    I nodded and saw his disappointed expression.?.  But not more than three seconds later, the light in his eyes flashed again, he took the mahogany sword behind his back and hung it on the wall.

    I took a look at the mahogany sword, "Did you buy it from the Chenghuang Temple?"

    "how do you know?"

    "I can see it." Actually, it was because Jian didn't tear off the sticker of the trademark.

    At night, Jian had forgotten his original purpose of "catching ghosts" and went to "catch chickens".  When he came here, he found that there were many red light districts here, and he was not in Shanghai, so he would not meet any acquaintances to report to Shen Ying.  I am also quiet when he leaves.  Before walking, I reminded him to remember to wear a condom so that he would not go home with a disease. He even took out a pack of Durex from his pocket. Unexpectedly, he always carried everything with him.

    It happened to be a full moon today, and the stars were almost invisible in the sky. I turned off the lights in the room, and the moonlight shone lightly on the desk.  There is no doubt that they have become the atmosphere polluters of the beautiful moonlight tonight.  Under such moonlight, I feel as if I am a vampire, waiting for the moment when the moonlight is covered by dark clouds.

    The sky in Shanghai is not comparable to that in H Town, because of the factory, the sky is always full of dust, blinding people's eyes and hearts.  But here is like a paradise, although it is a little scary, but it is easy to calm down and get rid of the usual impatience just by staying alone like this.  This kind of feeling is impossible in Shanghai.  Suddenly remembered that the Changle Town I wrote was somewhat similar to this place.

    Suddenly a few clouds drifted across the sky and covered the moon.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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